<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:52:50.741-07:00</updated><category term='Trance Techno Love It'/><category term='internet friends'/><category term='Lisa couples relationsships Internet Real Life'/><category term='Scared Little Kids'/><category term='late night blogging'/><category term='yoga relaxing'/><category term='JAX Flying Airports'/><category term='God Satan Old Testament'/><category term='Internet Friends Computer'/><category term='judging'/><category term='Nappi Living by yourself'/><category term='florida internet friends'/><category term='back pain'/><category term='spellng not shaving'/><title type='text'>Everyone Carries Their Own Monsters</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-6736851394878578737</id><published>2010-03-02T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T02:41:30.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last breath as the sun rises.</title><content type='html'>God that is a depressing title.  Granted I'm fucking tired.  God i'm tired.  I have been awake a long time and spent the larger part of the day in front of the computer.  Is this what it feels like to be a person that networks with such fervor?  This is fucking ridiculous.   God it's crazy.  I'm so delirious.  It's a headache that wont go away.  At least the Beatles are on.  I don't care care what you say red line it's the name you fuckers!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my last place to go.  The place I come when things are just meaningful in my life.  Fuck I never thought I would actually feel this good about a video.  It sells me well.  What do you think? For some reason Blogger means more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any who here is the link to the video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VkShd-yy-0M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link to the voting page: http://www.worldtravelerintern.com/member/sidney-raskind/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Facebook Group: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=339557430237&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that...dear god it was hard.  A lot harder then I thought it would be.  I feel like I did a lot today.  Man it was intense.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok...i don't want to see the sunrise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-6736851394878578737?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/6736851394878578737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=6736851394878578737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6736851394878578737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6736851394878578737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-last-breath-as-sun-rises.html' title='My last breath as the sun rises.'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-6549048560295332315</id><published>2009-11-19T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:00:54.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilldo</title><content type='html'>Alphabet Survey meme thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;- Available: Nope&lt;br /&gt;- Age: 20(21 in 11 days!)&lt;br /&gt;- Annoyances: Open mouth gum chewers&lt;br /&gt;- Afternoons or mornings: Afternoon cause that's when I wake up&lt;br /&gt;B&lt;br /&gt;- Best Friend: Elizabeth and Nappi&lt;br /&gt;- Beer: PBR please&lt;br /&gt;- Birthday: Nov. 30th&lt;br /&gt;- Best month: May I don't know why but I thought May&lt;br /&gt;- Best day:Wednesday(comics) and Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;- Crush: Indeed&lt;br /&gt;- Candy: CRUNCH BARS&lt;br /&gt;- Colour: Red&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate or Vanilla: Always Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;- Criminal Record: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Day or Night: Night&lt;br /&gt;- Dream Vehicle: VW Bus&lt;br /&gt;- Dream: Work with Comics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;- Easiest Person To Talk To: A stranger&lt;br /&gt;- Eggs: Sunny Sidue up&lt;br /&gt;- End of the line: Blows&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;br /&gt;- First Crush: Caitlin Saner&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck vs Feck: Fuckin....&lt;br /&gt;- Fave piece of clothing: T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;- Fave song atm: San. Fransisco Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;- Future: Really Hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;G&lt;br /&gt;- Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Da Bears&lt;br /&gt;- Giver or Taker: Taker.  I'm not good at giving things&lt;br /&gt;- Greatest moment in life: 789 Gathering&lt;br /&gt;- Gold or Silver: Gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;- Hair: Mullet (atm)&lt;br /&gt;- Happy: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;- Hat: Lately Yes&lt;br /&gt;- Hugs: I'm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;- Ice Cream: Mint Chocolate Chip&lt;br /&gt;- Instrument: Tap Shoes&lt;br /&gt;- Is there anything you would tell yourself 3 years ago: Awkward month will go away and it will get a lot better&lt;br /&gt;- Invisible for a Day: Totes&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;br /&gt;- Jewellry : Necklace my father gave me&lt;br /&gt;- Job: Campus Rep...not really though&lt;br /&gt;- Jeans: All I wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;br /&gt;- Kids: I like to think so&lt;br /&gt;- King for the day: National Superman Day&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;br /&gt;- Lie ins: Never done it&lt;br /&gt;- Longest Car Ride: 12 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;- Life: I'm in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;- Milk Flavor: Milk&lt;br /&gt;- Music: What's on?&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;- Number Of Siblings: 3&lt;br /&gt;- Number : 565&lt;br /&gt;- Note to self: You hotty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;br /&gt;- One Wish: To fall in a vat of chemical waste and gain special abilities&lt;br /&gt;- One song: Billy Jean&lt;br /&gt;- One love: TimTams&lt;br /&gt;P&lt;br /&gt;- Part Of Your Personality That You Like: Taking to people&lt;br /&gt;- Physical Feature on yourself you like: My butt&lt;br /&gt;- Physical Feature on opposite sex you like: Their Butt&lt;br /&gt;Q&lt;br /&gt;- Quick or Slow: Oh baby?&lt;br /&gt;- Queen for the day: Call the Gays!&lt;br /&gt;R&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2 Smile: FaceFace&lt;br /&gt;Reason 2 Cry: End of where the Red Fern Grows&lt;br /&gt;Rolos vs Refreshers: Rolos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;br /&gt;Song You Last Heard: Matisyahu King with out a crown&lt;br /&gt;Song You Are Hearing: Jimmy Two Shoes music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;br /&gt;- Tattoo: Kryptonian Letters&lt;br /&gt;- Time For Bed: Sleep? What's that?&lt;br /&gt;- Time of Birth: 2 or 3 am&lt;br /&gt;- Treat: TimTam Slam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U&lt;br /&gt;- Useless: Eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;- Unusual: Me&lt;br /&gt;- Umbrella or hood: Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable You Hate: Okra&lt;br /&gt;- Vegetable You Love: Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;- Vertigo: Not a good song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;br /&gt;- Worst Habits: Not planing things&lt;br /&gt;- Worst Day: To long to list&lt;br /&gt;- Worst Person: Hitler?&lt;br /&gt;- Worst thing you own: Double Ended Dill&lt;br /&gt;- Why?: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;- X-Rays: They are cool to look at&lt;br /&gt;- Xylophone: Only word I can think of that starts with X&lt;br /&gt;Y&lt;br /&gt;- Year It Is Now: 2009&lt;br /&gt;- Yellow: Rangers was a Guy in Japan&lt;br /&gt;Z&lt;br /&gt;- Zoo Animal: Lion&lt;br /&gt;- Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-6549048560295332315?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/6549048560295332315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=6549048560295332315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6549048560295332315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6549048560295332315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/11/dilldo.html' title='Dilldo'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-7387316148273661531</id><published>2009-09-28T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T13:54:48.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naw</title><content type='html'>After posting the prank on Times Square I would like to say that I have been proven wrong.  I am not as crazy big as I thought I was going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-7387316148273661531?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/7387316148273661531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=7387316148273661531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7387316148273661531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7387316148273661531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/09/naw.html' title='Naw'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-5321062261374429418</id><published>2009-07-19T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:13:18.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am again</title><content type='html'>I think that only one person out of anyone who reads this blog will get it.  I'm not even sure what I'm about to write or why.  It is currently 5:40 in the am and I Sidney Bernard Raskind am about to cry.  I know why but I can't admit it even to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I am scared of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) not knowing what or who I am.&lt;br /&gt;2) looking back on my life and seeing all the mistakes I have made and not being able to fix them at all.&lt;br /&gt;3) Ending up like my father, alone with a family that dislikes him and bridges burned to all hell.&lt;br /&gt;4) That high school was the prime time of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just looked back on my past and started to cry.  Only a little bit.  Now I am done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be when it gets so early in the morning without sleep that I get like this.  Also when I make contact with something that I haven't thought about in a really long time.  Completely tried to forget even.  Blocked off networking sites to make my life easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate when i get like this.  The sun is rising and it's a new day.  I just remembered all the things that are good in my life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking bi-polar sometimes it's ridiculous.  Is there a pill for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I'm still wearing all my clothes from yesterday.  Fully.  Why don't i put on PJs when I get home?  Why don't I get comfortable?  I don't get it as much as Kristen doesn't.  Am I odd?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-5321062261374429418?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/5321062261374429418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=5321062261374429418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5321062261374429418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5321062261374429418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-i-am-again.html' title='Here I am again'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-4221016423587643816</id><published>2009-06-28T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:40:47.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time you can, crap with the door open</title><content type='html'>I tend to write the blogs before the title.  I think that is a good way of doing it.  I just thought you should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just spent the last 30 minutes or so reading Nappi's blog and then Kristen's.  Two important people in my life right now.  Both people that I care about and one of which is on my phone as the back round. (not Nappi, sorry man I love ya but that would be to gay) Moving on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you moving on from though?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  Do you? &lt;br /&gt;No, that's why I asked you cause you were the one that said it.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, well...ok then.&lt;br /&gt;So you really don't know what else there is do you?&lt;br /&gt;...No, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it's your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Anytime, btw Billy Mays died.&lt;br /&gt;What!?!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know.&lt;br /&gt;I never did use oxy-clean.  Well I'm sure the 5 people that had a fetish for him will miss him.  His family too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has everyone here seen "Office Space"? If not then i think you are missing something from your life.  Yesterday I laid in what is my bed(the couch) all day.  Really.  I didn't leave my apartment and I slept for a lot of the day.  Not unlike the main character from that great movie.  Well the difference is that I have felt like I have done nothing BUT that for a long time now.  I know others that have done the same.   It's not hard but it's not fullfilling either.  I'm a bum with a roof over my heard and some food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was such a pointless blog post.  God I hate that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-4221016423587643816?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/4221016423587643816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=4221016423587643816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4221016423587643816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4221016423587643816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/06/next-time-you-can-crap-with-door-open.html' title='Next time you can, crap with the door open'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8782700073146188201</id><published>2009-06-19T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:51:22.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume change</title><content type='html'>For anyone that wanted to know, I'm wearing an assortment of cloths that I haven't worn since high school.  Red freshman year track shirt with cargo shorts and my XC shoes from senior year.  Now this might not be important, but to me it is and here is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I remember the way I was in high school and looked at myself with a distaste for my hair.  I didn't like the hair cause it didn't look good with what I'm wearing.  I looked better with shorter hair then.  With what I wear and look like now, I know that myself then would have thought differently from myself now.  It's a weird feeling to know that you of the past might not like you if you knew you now.  Very SLC Punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I was told that I looked like i was in costume by a college counselor and my favorite English teacher when I visited after the semester was over.  Now I know why.  What I'm wearing now is a costume in itself.  It sets the tone for a different person.  The outfit I'm wearing puts me in the likes of runners and people like my brother.  So I can see why the outfit I wore to that visit might confuse a lot of people.  My costume then was a lot different from what I look like now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the only reasons I can think of right now.  That's why it is important to me.  I just realized a few things when I looked in the mirror and had to write it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8782700073146188201?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8782700073146188201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8782700073146188201' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8782700073146188201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8782700073146188201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/06/costume-change.html' title='Costume change'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-5746278541341715171</id><published>2009-06-10T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T08:00:35.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crotch Head WOLVERIENES!!!</title><content type='html'>After reading my good friends blog I was inspired to write.  I'm not sure what about though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got it.  Time and how quickly it passes me by.  I woke up today with no idea of when or how i fell asleep.  I was woken up by my alarm clock and today was the first time I actually got up to turn it off.  I didn't go back to sleep and usually I sleep for two more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past month I have been to NY and back I have been back to Vienna and I have been all around Richmond.  I do that last one on a day to day though so it's not that big of a deal.  I have smoked a lot of weed and I have stopped smoking a lot of weed.  That isn't the greatest auto-biography I know but in the words of Nappi, "you can go to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why did i tell you all that?  Well just because it has been a month!   What?! I don't know how time does it but it passes by real quick sometimes.  Just a year ago I was in Vienna starting my job at AMC and in a relationship that was for lack of a better term, doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that year fucking go?  That's what I want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just recently i have noticed this time passing by thing.  It freaks me out.  It freaks me out so much that when i look at the clock I see it as a later time because I know that it is going to be later before I know it.  I have no way of stopping it.  One thing that I have realized though, days come and go faster then I used to think.  It's insane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I played in the rain yesterday.  I had a lot of fun.  I was with four people and they all thought i was crazy.  I think secretly though, they wanted to play.  It was pouring down with lighting and everything.  Like I said, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by to quick for  you not to do that kind of thing.  I'm 20 years old with a life ahead of me but I still feel like I have to play and do stupid things because I'm going to be a whole lot older soon.  It's the way I see it.  It freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play so I did.  Who wants to join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-5746278541341715171?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/5746278541341715171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=5746278541341715171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5746278541341715171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5746278541341715171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/06/cratch-head-wolverienes.html' title='Crotch Head WOLVERIENES!!!'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8832213955478396483</id><published>2009-06-04T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T09:53:05.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time to get out of here.&lt;br /&gt;Time to let everything matter.&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop being this way.&lt;br /&gt;Time to take action.&lt;br /&gt;Time to show people that I can.&lt;br /&gt;Time to show myself I can.&lt;br /&gt;Time to stop living in a daze.&lt;br /&gt;Time to be more.&lt;br /&gt;Time to...do the hustle.&lt;br /&gt;Time to boogie.&lt;br /&gt;Time to not have excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8832213955478396483?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8832213955478396483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8832213955478396483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8832213955478396483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8832213955478396483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/06/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-4437740400360436707</id><published>2009-06-01T03:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T03:56:22.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerson would be proud</title><content type='html'>For real though, when was the last time that you looked to the Sunrise and just took in the beauty of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing that now.  I didn't go to sleep last night.  Or rather tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to hang out with some frisbee people, we had a few drinks and had a good time.  I left the place around 1 or so.  I called Kristen on the way home and then I talked to her for the rest of the night until now.  Now being the relative time when she was called into work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we both stayed up all night talking and now she has an 8 hour work day ahead of her.  Fucking bad ass.  Nappi I know you are going to read this; I think it's bad ass what you do too but most people, including Kristen, don't get 9 hours of sleep in 9 days.  haha But really, I love ya Nappi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda feel asleep right now.  Kinda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.  I had a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great to talk to her for that long.  It really was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nap for two hours?  I think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that I mean 9 hours.  No, I can't do that.  I'm not going to waste my fucking day.  I'm sick of this shit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm leaving now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-4437740400360436707?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/4437740400360436707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=4437740400360436707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4437740400360436707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4437740400360436707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/06/emerson-would-be-proud.html' title='Emerson would be proud'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2486842212638117661</id><published>2009-05-21T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T14:19:59.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like her</title><content type='html'>It's funny thinking like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending money I don't have.  I really don't have it.  I seem not to care though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how that works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummmmm, this is why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/ShXE4HVa8pI/AAAAAAAAABk/LZhmCypeZSM/s1600-h/Photo+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/ShXE4HVa8pI/AAAAAAAAABk/LZhmCypeZSM/s320/Photo+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338389401638204050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I like it.  Don't care weather you do or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2486842212638117661?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2486842212638117661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2486842212638117661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2486842212638117661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2486842212638117661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-like-her.html' title='I like her'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/ShXE4HVa8pI/AAAAAAAAABk/LZhmCypeZSM/s72-c/Photo+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-1303877277490459080</id><published>2009-05-19T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:19:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I am in the RVA this summer.  Well ok then, what else is new? That's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is something that is new; I'm a hippy?  What? No you're not.  Ok so back story; I'm in NY visiting Kristen when we decide to go to the park and just play on the play ground and end up laying in the field while the rain falls, it was good times.   Then this group of kids walks up and one chick looks at us and says "Wait, are you guys hippies?! That is so cool!"  Our response was, "Er, no, we are just here, laying in the field...while the rain falls on us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you want to be a hippy then you are one.  I don't see myself as one.  There is that.  I don't really know what else there is to it.  Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to NY.  It was awesome. I really liked it up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a realationship with a girl that I met over the internet.  Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have to find a job here over the summer.  By think i mean I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nappi is 21? WHAT!?  I remember when we used to talk about being this old.  Now he is in the Army and I'm here in Richmond.  I would have loved to celebrate with him.  It's ok though, he is going to protect my country.  What a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-1303877277490459080?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/1303877277490459080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=1303877277490459080' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1303877277490459080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1303877277490459080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-in-rva-this-summer.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-7679483369791859002</id><published>2009-05-07T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T11:13:10.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Satan Old Testament'/><title type='text'>Death is to much for me</title><content type='html'>And that Is why I have to go to a Rabi and talk to said religious figure about the Old Testament. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Story:  Yesterday I was reading the Old Testament in preparation for my test on the subject later in the day.  As I read over these stories I found that most if not all of the Celebrations in my faith have to do with Death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 1): Passover, celebrating the "Passing-Over" of the plague that killed all the first born in Egypt.  All those babies and children died and then the Jews were released, thus the celebrations.  But there is still so much death that goes with it.  Also wth this story I was really pissed to find out that it wasn't the Pharoe who wanted to  keep all the jews in Egypt but it was God who influenced the Pharoe to KEEP the Jews in Egypt so that God could show off his wrath and prove that the all Mighty was infact the All MIGHTY.  GREAT!!!  So now, instead of me thinking that it was the Pharoe who was being a shit, I think that God is being the harsh one for doing all these things to Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 2): Purim, Some of you may not know about this one and that is ok.  This, from what I knew, is the celebration of Hamen not getting to kill all the Jews thanks to Esther.  Esther is a BA don't get me wrong, but do you want to know what happened to Hamen and his 7 children?  They were all hanged in front of an entire kingdom and left there for passer bys to see.  WTF?!?!  I'm sorry but that's not my cup of tea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example 3): The book of Job, Now this book is a testament to how faith can over come anything put in the way of a person.  The endresult of the book being a good one yes, but the beggining being horrid.  From my understanding this book was infact God tormenting Job and seeing if Job would still have faith, I get that.  What I ended up reading was Different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               God sees Satan walking around earth and asks Satan, for lack of a better term, "Sup? What are you up to?" and Satan replies, "Chillan, walking around earth seeing whats up with the mortals." God replies, "Cool Cool.  Hey listen do you see that mortal Job over there?" Satan, "Oh hell yeah.  Not a bad guy that Job." God, "Yeah he is real great, one of my most loyal followers.  He has this great family and a great farm going for him.  But listen Satan, Do you want to mess with him?" Satan surprised answers, "Well sure God, I'll help you out with that!!" God answers calmly in his all mighty coolness "Cool Cool.  Lets kill his children, all of them and his wife then lets kill all his live stock and see if he still has faith in me."  Satan, "God you're the coolest God ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me get this straight, God teamed up with THE DEVIL to fuck around with Job??  Oh come on.  That has to be the complete opposite of what I thought the G-man was about.  Really though.  In the end of a 42 chapter book and a very long conversation in prose, Job ends up keeping his faith and is rewarded by God with new kids a new wife and new cattle.  Whatever, it's still fucked up that all that stuff had to happen to him.  More over the whole team up with God and SATAN!!! That is was pissed me off the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hope that you all enjoyed this post.  I'm going to talk to a Rabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-7679483369791859002?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/7679483369791859002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=7679483369791859002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7679483369791859002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7679483369791859002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-is-to-much-for-me.html' title='Death is to much for me'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-6736538044360147200</id><published>2009-04-30T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:01:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Could I ask you a question? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well ok, how did you wake up this morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up at 10am, then I moved from my bed to my couch, laid there for an hour, and then moved back to my bed fro 2 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why did you just lay around? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, well I'm sorry about that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fine.  It was weird though, I haven't felt like that in a while.  It wasn't that bad, it was just interesting to feel...not important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not important? What do you mean by that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know when you wake up in the morning and you feel like you have something to do that day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh, yeah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Well this morning I woke up and felt like there was no point in leaving my bed, or rather the laying down position.  Almost as if I didn't have anything important to do that would require me to get out of bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't you have stuff to do though?  Finals are this week and next, I'm sure you do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I do, don't get me wrong, I have shit to do, it's just I felt like I didn't.  It was freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think you used to many commas by the way.  That is a lot of commas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thank you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anytime. So how did you get out of this feeling? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I took a shower and left my place. I did things that I had to do.  That's really it.  When I feel like that it's a catch 22.  I don't want to get up and do anything, but when I do stuff I feel better.  If I stay in Bed I feel worse.  It blows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Are you ok now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess.  I still kinda feel the same though. I don't like it.  I don't like it one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well I'm sorry to hear that.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine.  I'm just being stupid right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-6736538044360147200?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/6736538044360147200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=6736538044360147200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6736538044360147200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6736538044360147200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-brain.html' title='My brain'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-3907377784471677874</id><published>2009-04-29T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:43:01.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal in my head</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days I have written here a lot more then I have been in the past few months.  I'm not sure if that is a good or bad thing.  I tend to look at it as a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to a tattoo parlor and had my eyebrow pierced.  Now some of you might ask me why I did it.  I suppose everything needs a reason and there is one for this too.   Do you really want the full explanation though?  I mean, I can give it to you in a sentence.  Ready?  I was sick of trying to look like other people and I wanted something new.  There, I like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hurt at all and I was really happy with the outcome.  For one thing i was excited to show a friend in particular.  That friend liked it by the way and that made me feel better about my decision.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I chose to do it on my own and prove that I was a grown up, but we all need some validation.   Hahaha It's funny how I wanted to be separate and yet i still wanted a little appeal from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and help a surprise party for a friend.  I was ready to take it from all sides.  I knew that I was going to be made fun of and hassled about it.  I was ready.  I think I handled it well.  I don't think they thought I was going to actually do it either.  I did want some positive comments though.   I didn't really get any from my friends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talked to that friend though it made it ok.  She liked it.  And then I tweeted it and people on twitter liked it.  One thing that I have come to realize is how there are people out there that will like something just like you like it.  I really like that about all the social networking I do.  Helps me get through the shit of my "IRL" friends.  Sometimes the interscapes seems more real to me then real life.  If I could have all my internet friend here with me I'm sure that it would be a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that people that you meet online aren't real, but I tell them to fuck off.  The people that I meet online are very real and very real friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank them for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got a piercing and I like it.  Now for the family attacks.  I'm not to excited about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-3907377784471677874?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/3907377784471677874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=3907377784471677874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/3907377784471677874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/3907377784471677874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/04/metal-in-my-head.html' title='Metal in my head'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-4624594543882525338</id><published>2009-04-28T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:20:43.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YouTube, Comics, Ultimate</title><content type='html'>Who should I make this out to? I'm not sure if I should write it to Z or to R.  Well if I write it to Z it will be about something different then if I write it to R. &lt;br /&gt;Hm, well that is a problem.  I mean you could write it to both I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;Half to Z and the other to R?  No, I think that Z is a topic that I want to hit on more then the topic with R.  &lt;br /&gt;Well get on with it then.  I'm sure everyone is waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So last night I had a talk with you about how I have changed.  How I am different and you don't think that we have anything in common anymore.  How when we were dating you felt like all we talked about was what I was interested in.  I can see how that would be a problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the conversation and I wasn't that upset about it.  You know what we talked about and so do I so there is no point going over it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called you again today because it was on my mind last night and I had to ask you a question.  We talked again, I asked what I needed to, got the response and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess that we can't be friends.  In all honesty I am not that upset.  Not in the slightest.  Like you said we have both been doing our own thing and it seems to be working out for the both of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to think that we had all that time together just to realize that we actually don't have that much in common.  I mean it has been 6 months since everything went down and I'm not surprised to find out all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like what I like now.  I am what I am now.  I'm making friends that are interested in those kind of things.  People that like me for what I'm interested in.  I'm glad you are doing the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can finally look at pictures of us and see the good times we had.  Kinda. *smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you don't think that we can be friends that's cool.  I think we can still be the same as what we are now.  I like that.  Even though it doesn't really entail that much contact. Whatever it is now is what it's going to stay for a while.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't more to say.  Yeah...I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-4624594543882525338?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/4624594543882525338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=4624594543882525338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4624594543882525338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4624594543882525338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube-comics-ultimate.html' title='YouTube, Comics, Ultimate'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2017967498220314645</id><published>2009-04-27T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:35:47.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream World while Awake</title><content type='html'>You know in the Movies when people talk about being in dream world and the real world at the same time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is where I am right now.  That is what I feel like.  After staying awake more then 24 hours and getting one hour of sleep, I don't know what plane of existence I'm on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever feel like that? I mean wow.  This is freaky.  It's almost as if I'm morning drunk and at the tail end of being high at the same time.  Add sleep deprivation and body exhaustion and you have me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While riding my bike I realized that I could barley pay attention to my surroundings and I don't have good motor skills.  FREAKY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed my story.  I was reading over it and wanted to delete though whole thing.  At the same time though, I thought that it was cool that you could see what I was thinking when I wrote a sentence.  I'm lame aren't I?  I bet anyone that read the whole thing got to the end and thought, "Dear God that was long and drawn out and I don't really get it at all. Why would a flower talk? Does Sid know anything about finding himself?"  The last bit I do.  The "Rose" was the flower that I thought of when I wrote the story in 5th grade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is the first time I have mentioned that story since I was that age.  Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to dream world again.  Well actually I'm staying awake, but in my mind it's dream world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2017967498220314645?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2017967498220314645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2017967498220314645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2017967498220314645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2017967498220314645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-world-while-awake.html' title='Dream World while Awake'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2409048437190907088</id><published>2009-04-26T13:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:57:57.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A story I remembered</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a boy.  This boy loved exploring new things.  He loved to go around his town with friends and find new ways home, new ways around town, and new things that he had never before noticed in the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while he was out and about on a hot summers day he found a very large hole in the ground.  He looked into this hole and was scared.  Where did this hole come from?  He was 12 years old, he knew everything there was to know about this town.  He had spent countless days exploring, and yet he had no idea where this hole came from.  It seemed to be and endless pit with no end in sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing he did was run to his friend and tell him about this hole.  They both ran outside and to this pit the boy had found.  It was an amazing sight for both of them.  It had dirt all around the outside and a what seemed to be a cave mouth on the inside.  While the boys were exploring they noticed that there was a dirt ramp leading down to the came mouth.  Being the boys they were, they went down that ramp and went into the cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now they boys were always ready for any type of adventure so of course they had flashlights.  Flashlights shining bright they did what they knew best and explored.  The boys had never seen anything like this.  The walls where shining and there seemed to be needles hanging from the ceiling.  The trail they walked was littered pebbles and and needles from the floor just like the ceiling ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an eternity they boys saw no more light from the outside and realized that they didn't know the way out.  The boys became scared but remembered that they were adventurers and must not show fear.  The boys turned around and headed to what they thought was the way out.  They came to a for in the cave they hadn't noticed before and didn't know what to do.  After a debate and a heated game of Rock Paper Scissors they chose to go left.  Continuing on this path for a while they began to see what was a glimmer of light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys began to run with excitement and just as they were about to get to the end, there was a rumble.  Now even though the boys were fearless, they were scared.  The cave was rumbling and the ground was shaking madly.  The boys were frozen for a moment and then out of no where ran faster then they ever had before.  With the cave still rumbling the ceiling began to fall.  The friend jumped out of the the cave just in time to avoid being caved in.  Our discoverer of the hole how ever was not as lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys yelled at each other and the friend said he would go get help.  Our brave explorer was trapped in this cave while he waited for help.  He kept the light on as long as he could.  The cave was dark and scary.  There were sounds coming from the cave that he hadn't noticed while walking around.  The light was flickering on and off and they boy became more afraid.  The light went out completely, the boy seemed to be with out hope.  They boy began to cry and held himself in this scary place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From just above him a voice was heard.  A soothing voice that the boy had no reason to be afraid of.  The voice asked "Hello there boy, are you ok?" They boy responded with a shallow "No, no, I'm scared."  The voice replied with "Why are you scared?  Is it because there is no longer any light?"  The boy answered "Yes.  How am I supposed to be ok when I don't know where I am and when I feel like no one will ever come to help me?" "Well," the voice said "I can help with that."  There was a flash of light and the cave was all of a sudden shinning as bright as a summers day.  The boy looked around for the body that went along with that voice.  This person was no where to be found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look up boy." The boy looked up but still saw no body.  All he saw was a flower.  A rose to be exact.  "Hello boy."  The boy was confused and didn't know how to respond.  How was the flower talking?  Where did that light come from?  Why was he not scared of this talking plant?  All questions that he didn't know the answer to. "You are a talking rose?" the boy asked.  "Yes, indeed I am." the rose answered softly.  "Well where did this light come from" egerly asked the boy.  "The light came from the cave of course.  It is what happens when there is no outside light coming in." answered the flower. "Oh, that makes sense." said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should wake up though boy. Your friend is back and the cave is open."&lt;br /&gt;"What?  I thought that I was awake?"&lt;br /&gt;"You are awake.  You aren't scared anymore."&lt;br /&gt;"When did that happen?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just now.  When you found out that there was light inside of you instead of looking around for other sources."&lt;br /&gt;"I thought that was you who made the light?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, it was you.  You being able to look to yourself rather then to others."&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a good thing?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is a good thing indeed."&lt;br /&gt;"Well thank you."&lt;br /&gt;"For what?"&lt;br /&gt;"Talking to me while I was scared I guess.  I'm not sure."&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye boy."&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye rose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy was waken up by his friend and his father. The boy tried to tell the story, but no one would listen to him.  The boy went on with his summer and had many more adventures, but he always remembered that flower.  The rose that helped him find that light he needed so much when he was scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote that when was in 5th grade I think.  I added some stuff but it's just a better version I guess. Thanks for reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2409048437190907088?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2409048437190907088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2409048437190907088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2409048437190907088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2409048437190907088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/04/story-i-remembered.html' title='A story I remembered'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2486939931027990037</id><published>2009-04-20T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:42:37.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>I'm inspired to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm writing.  What is it that I'm inspired about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't anything that I want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shaved my face but that was a while ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sorry that it was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, ok...have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2486939931027990037?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2486939931027990037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2486939931027990037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2486939931027990037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2486939931027990037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/04/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8864968607673594542</id><published>2009-03-31T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:11:43.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spellng not shaving'/><title type='text'>Holy Crap</title><content type='html'>The title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you go about an internet crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they go anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy I spelled tomorrow right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't shaved my face. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SdLbPDGiM1I/AAAAAAAAABc/tR-zwidHBfU/s1600-h/Photo+274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SdLbPDGiM1I/AAAAAAAAABc/tR-zwidHBfU/s320/Photo+274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319555161455211346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8864968607673594542?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8864968607673594542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8864968607673594542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8864968607673594542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8864968607673594542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/03/holy-crap.html' title='Holy Crap'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SdLbPDGiM1I/AAAAAAAAABc/tR-zwidHBfU/s72-c/Photo+274.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-1917028696253885115</id><published>2009-03-30T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:27:31.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>That title is so original. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't shaved in a long time and I need a hair cut.  Wow, what is wrong with me?  I kinda want to go to Vienna and show my mom then get rid of it all.  I think that she would get a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night and the night before about having to kill Zombies.  I"m reading World War Z so I think it's starting to have an effect on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tech this past weekend and had a good time.  It was a complete 180 from last time.  I still don't know how people go to school there though.  There was NOTHING to do there.  Well at least I had a better time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a B on my Physics test so that was sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-1917028696253885115?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/1917028696253885115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=1917028696253885115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1917028696253885115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1917028696253885115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-4714552793191815459</id><published>2009-03-20T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T13:15:46.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like old times</title><content type='html'>I'm writing this to you.  Good to talk to you again.  When ever I come onto Blogger, which is rarely, i always venture to your blog first.  You're the reason that I have one of these things in the first place.  For some reason i seem to get upset all the time when I read your blog and I think it's cause I'm not in that life anymore and I sometime miss it.  Whatever, we have been over this so many times it's stupid to even think about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm trying to say that I'm not upset anymore.  Not as much as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-4714552793191815459?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/4714552793191815459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=4714552793191815459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4714552793191815459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/4714552793191815459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-old-times.html' title='Like old times'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-1446338093949310562</id><published>2009-03-15T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:27:46.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me</title><content type='html'>It's funny the things that you think of when you see people.  Just the most random things that pop into your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what people think of when they see me on the streets or randomly on facebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back to Georgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-1446338093949310562?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/1446338093949310562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=1446338093949310562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1446338093949310562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1446338093949310562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-at-me.html' title='Look at me'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2152587413361825982</id><published>2009-03-13T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:53:43.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biscuit Villians</title><content type='html'>I feel so happy sometimes.  Tonight and this past week has been like that.  I don't know, i'm with good people.  Thanks Biscuits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2152587413361825982?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2152587413361825982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2152587413361825982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2152587413361825982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2152587413361825982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/03/biscuit-villians.html' title='Biscuit Villians'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-7090321746361598594</id><published>2009-03-04T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:24:00.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late night blogging'/><title type='text'>Blogging late at night</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging.  I'm awake.  I have long hair.  I like to read comics.  I'm a geek/nerd.  I don't know the definition or difference between those words.  I think that they are synonyms.  I'm a vlogger.  I like college.  I like not living at home is more like it.  I have a boxed happy meal on my desk.  Am I weird for keeping the box? "Watch the Sunrise" just came up on my iTunes.  I was thinking about doing that tonight.  iTunes knows things, and it's freaky.  I posted a new video up on my personal channel yesterday.  I like it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paragragh change.  Well that was fun.  I havn't talked to nappi in a long time.  I feel like our conversations on the phone are better then any other way of comunication.  I'm going to see Watchmen at midnight tomarrow.  I'm excited...sorta.  I'm not really excited about anything at the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is next week.  I just want to be in GA.  I think that it is going to be fun.  Ultimate and the beach with a buch of people that i really like and some that I don't like.  Jeff C is one of the people i can't stand.  Nappi, i don't like the kid.  At all.  Also, Evan, I can't take him either.  it's bad because you were what kept that group together.  I don't really see Evan though, but it is easier to get along with him when you are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better at vlogging the blogging.  I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biggity bye bye (the newest catch phrase)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-7090321746361598594?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/7090321746361598594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=7090321746361598594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7090321746361598594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7090321746361598594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-late-at-night.html' title='Blogging late at night'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-5814922890686351373</id><published>2009-02-16T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:06:52.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back pain'/><title type='text'>I smell of old man</title><content type='html'>I posted two weeks ago.  I'm losing my touch.  I was never intense about the blogging thing.  I'm also losing it on YouTube.  I haven' posted on there in forever.  I'm behind on my subscriptions.  Maybe it's because I've been busy.  I think that is why.  Last week was one of  the worst weeks I have had.  It was great weather but my body decided not to like it at all.  I was sick all week.  It was horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to practice last week and that made me feel great.  I think it is the going outside part that helps.  yesterday I was playing ultimate for 8 hours and it was fun.  Until one  game when I twisted my back in a bad kind of way and now it's hard to move around.  God it  sucks.  I made a bad decision though.  I played the last game for about an hour.  I would say I played Savage(the whole game) but i let one point get away from me so technically I didn't.  I was in the Zone.  All I wanted to do was play the whole game.  I was running so hard and doing my thing on the field. I was in a bad mood too.  I kept getting called off the field and it made me mad.  I'm not as good as other player I know that, but i don't know, i just want to play more so that I can get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I played a lot.  Then at the end of the game guess what?  You got it, I was in more pain then I was when I started out. That deserves a Woot Woot.  Now I'm wearing an Icy-Hot patch.  It was scary not to move around as much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start posting more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-5814922890686351373?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/5814922890686351373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=5814922890686351373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5814922890686351373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5814922890686351373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-smell-of-old-man.html' title='I smell of old man'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2162422407584435417</id><published>2009-02-02T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T23:40:54.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet friends'/><title type='text'>Don't Judge</title><content type='html'>I have made great friends on the internet.  So when people judge me for that I'm not sure how to take it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are a lot of people out there, some of them I have made friends with, that are on the computer as much as me.  Also these people know a lot of other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to know so many people around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really all of the IRL friends I have know about my channel and SRP.  It's great to be able to talk to them about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to write something about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2162422407584435417?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2162422407584435417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2162422407584435417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2162422407584435417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2162422407584435417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-judge.html' title='Don&apos;t Judge'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2813465142057019700</id><published>2009-02-01T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:35:51.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nappi Living by yourself'/><title type='text'>I feel like I llive alone</title><content type='html'>Not that is a bad thing.  I bassically live alone though.  Here I am in my apartment, my roommate isn't here and really I never expect him to be here.  He is always at his girlfriends house.  Always. I here that he might have broken up with her.  I wouldn't mind.  They have a really odd relationship and just fight all the time.  Not my business though.  He is grown up and can figure stuff out for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next paragraph is to the bloggers that I follow.  I have been REALLY bad about reading them lately.  I rarely get on here anymore.  I have been cutting back on the Internet thing.  A lot less time on the bloggersphere.  Nappi I don't read yours anymore.  I'm going to catch up tonight though.  At least in the next few days i will do my best to sit down and catch up with you.   Also when was the last time I talked to you?!?!  Really man.  WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm not sure if I have mettioned going to the gym more and just being all around better to myself, but it is working out.  I'm still going to yoga.  I missed last Wednesday due to lack of sleep but it's ok cause I'll just go this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Batman: The Dark Knight in HD tonight.  Oh my God it was great.  It really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is so long.  I really can't believe that it has grown out this much.  Should I get it cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SYah91Ss6jI/AAAAAAAAABU/i1c66hmqHbs/s1600-h/Photo+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SYah91Ss6jI/AAAAAAAAABU/i1c66hmqHbs/s320/Photo+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298100095297579570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept in my bed in a couple of weeks now.  I don't think that is going to change tonight.  I just have a har time sleeping in there. Well i haven't tried in a while so I'm not sure how i would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nappi I'm calling you tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2813465142057019700?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2813465142057019700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2813465142057019700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2813465142057019700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2813465142057019700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-feel-like-i-llive-alone.html' title='I feel like I llive alone'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SYah91Ss6jI/AAAAAAAAABU/i1c66hmqHbs/s72-c/Photo+246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-855808799163360029</id><published>2009-01-21T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:17:23.780-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga relaxing'/><title type='text'>Breath In and Out.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 6:30am to go to a 7am yoga class.  I actually got up and did it.  I was impressed with myself.  The waking up was the hardest part for me.  It was 18 degrees outside when i left for the class.  The class itself was held at the gym a few blocks away.  To say the least it was still very cold walking the short distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in there and saw that people were already set up so i got a mat and sat down.  I don't think i have been that relaxed in a long time.  The start of the class was just relaxation.  It was great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the hour class we did many different exercises.  They all in some way helped me relax.  I think the key to it all was the breathing.  I had to get some of it down before i could really feel the stretch take effect, but it was my first time doing it so it's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point the sun was rising and you could see it through the windows.  It was so nice to see that orange color.  It made it that much more relaxing.  I was just thinking, "That is beautiful, I'm up early enough to see the sun come up while I'm doing Yoga.  Cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really feeling more centered about a lot of stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till next Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-855808799163360029?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/855808799163360029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=855808799163360029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/855808799163360029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/855808799163360029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/breath-in-and-out.html' title='Breath In and Out.'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-7704616158911410535</id><published>2009-01-19T23:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:08:01.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scared Little Kids'/><title type='text'>Fuck Knees</title><content type='html'>I saw something today that I didn't think I would ever see.  I saw one of the happiest people I know cry.  This is one of my closest friends and some one who has always helped me through the hardest times that I've had recently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when some one that means so much to you breaks down like that?  I had to be strong for that person.  I had to be the one to help them through the tough time. I think I did a good job too.  I hugged, I held and I comforted.  (I don't know if that is a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scared me to see that person like that.  It was almost like seeing a parent break down for the first time.  You don't know how to react, but you do the best you can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories that you told were heart wrenching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that i have conveyed well enough how much it effected me to see you like that.  Be strong man.  I'm scared too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will help you through it all if i have to.  I hope that you know that.  you have helped me through so much and you are like family to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-7704616158911410535?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/7704616158911410535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=7704616158911410535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7704616158911410535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7704616158911410535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-knees.html' title='Fuck Knees'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8134590886475225305</id><published>2009-01-15T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T12:55:48.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Unknown</title><content type='html'>So over the past few days all I have been is sick.  It's nothing more then a cold.  It was a bad one though.  My body ached and my nose would not stop leaking.  The only way I got to sleep was by taking medicine.  If you know me well, you know that I hate taking medicine.  Today wasn't that bad, so that is a plus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to shafer once yet.  I decided not to get a meal plan this semester.  Over the winter break and a few days before I left, I liked not having to go to shafer to eat.  I liked having food in my own apartment.  Over the month long break I didn't eat at shafer obviously.  When I was in Florida I didn't go to the dinning hall at Elizabeths school.  I cooked chicken pot pie and liked doing it.  I liked having the left overs and I liked making something for myself.  So this semester for the most part I'm not going to shafer.  I'm going to be learning how to cook.  I'll be making dinner, lunch and whatever else in my apartment.  I think it's good.  I think its better I learn how to cook anyway.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the week I have gone to the gym more.  It's a good feeling.  I want to start doing Yoga too.  Even though it's a 7 in the morning I think it will help me relax.  My schedual allows me a free afternoon on Fridays so that means i get to play Dogeball!!!  I'm so excited for that.  I just found out that it isn't called Dogeball though, it's called "Medicball".  It's still the same though, so it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thanking about sky diving in the past few days.  My broher-in-law does it and seeing a video on let me in on how cool it would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8134590886475225305?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8134590886475225305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8134590886475225305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8134590886475225305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8134590886475225305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/title-unknown.html' title='Title Unknown'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-3282401335790223616</id><published>2009-01-12T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:36:10.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet Bill is the Man</title><content type='html'>Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays are my "busy" days.  That is when I have most of my classes.  Russian at 11, Math at 12, and Physics at 1. On Wednesdays I have a class at 7pm-9:40pm.  Once a week.  Tuesdays and Thursdays the only class I have is Russian.  There is a HUGE perk to my Russian class.  The building that it's in is literally behind my apartment building.  I can see the building when I walk out the back door of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to jobs though, that is a different story.  I work 6 hours on Tuesdays and Thursdays after my one class.  On Wednesdays I work 2-6.  That is the front desk job at the SMC.  There is no reason for me to be there until 6 on the days that I'm working but my boss said it was cool if I stayed an extra hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally mailed in all the paper work for my Campus Rep Job, so that's cool.  I really hope I did it all the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I'm going to have my radio show anymore.  I just don't think that Julian or my self will have the time this semester.  I'm a part of the station so much already so I think it's ok if I don't have the show.  I'm still going to buy the comics. I'm not sure about the show though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-3282401335790223616?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/3282401335790223616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=3282401335790223616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/3282401335790223616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/3282401335790223616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/mondays-wednesdays-and-fridays-are-my.html' title='Bullet Bill is the Man'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8846518997338116958</id><published>2009-01-11T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:41:56.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guy Richie is the man</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in my apartment with the bros.  We are playing DragonballZ Budokai Tenkaichi 3.  I love this game.  I guess I'm being anti social right now, but I'm not playing so it's ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well John just showed up.  Nate came with him.  More bros have come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym yesterday.  Man, I'm sore this morning.  It was the first time I lifted in a long time.  I liked it though.  It felt good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes start tomorrow.  Since I messed up so much last semester I'm bassically retaking last semester.  I have one new class and that is Introduction to the Old Testament.  I have to go buy that book.  I think I want to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Revolver is a good movie.  Thanks to my older sister I have found good movies.  Thanks Beth... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8846518997338116958?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8846518997338116958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8846518997338116958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8846518997338116958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8846518997338116958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/guy-richie-is-man.html' title='Guy Richie is the man'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-3914178188775300740</id><published>2009-01-09T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:14:19.358-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JAX Flying Airports'/><title type='text'>One carry on</title><content type='html'>I'm in the JAX airport right now.  This is the first time I have ever traveled on a plane by myself.  The security was insane but not as time consuming as I thought it was going to be.  The last time I flew anywhere was five years ago I think.  So to say the least the security has changed a bit.  I had to take out my laptop and all electronic devices.  All that jazz was intense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nappi let me in on some stuff that annoyed him when he is going through security, so i tried to remember that when I was going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just waiting for my flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do like though, the accommodations for laptops and the free internet.  It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot my headphones though. They are in Richmond and it blows.  I hope i get some shitty free ones on the flight to the ATL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to film some and then read comics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-3914178188775300740?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/3914178188775300740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=3914178188775300740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/3914178188775300740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/3914178188775300740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-in-jax-airport-right-now.html' title='One carry on'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-5109477761451120244</id><published>2009-01-07T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:56:50.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa couples relationsships Internet Real Life'/><title type='text'>Despondent</title><content type='html'>I woke up about 15 minutes ago.  I woke up to thoughts of Lisa.  Every morning I wake up to thoughts of Lisa.  I've been doing my best to respect her wishes.  Yeah I texted her a few times, and I've called her to no avail.  I left messages with the sense that she wasn't going to call me back. I try not to go to her facebook page or her blog.  After doing something for two plus years though it's hard not to do those things.  The internet makes this stuff harder I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that the internet isn't real life.  I tend to think the opposite.  I have made great friends on here and now I'm hanging out with them.  All that not possible with out the internet.  Social interactions happen through the internet now.  That's just the way it is.  Events are planed, full conversations are had that are brought up in conversation later face to face. Thoughts are published that are truly what that person is thinking.  so to say that the internet isn't real life, to me, can't be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up and think of how much I hurt this person that I love so much.  I wake up and think of how much happiness we had.  I wake up and think about how much happiness I still want to have.  But you see that is the key problem is "I".  Now I don't mean to be selfish about this relationship and I have explained that to Lisa many times over, but it is hard not to say "I" when it involves only two people.  I'm sorry if I seem selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the break I tried many times just to have what I thought was best.  I would find out that I wasn't best at all.  I tried to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button three times and only just saw it when I got to Florida.  The last time Lisa and I spoke was the second time I tried to see it.  Now that I think about it the first and second time I tried to see it was with Lisa.  Sorry if that was off topic but it was really annoying not to see that movie so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said that she need a true break.  Time to just get everything straight.  I'm holding on when I don't know if I should be.  I've always been one to hold on though.  Lisa knows that.  One of those things that you learn about someone only through being around them a lot.  Lisa and I always did things together.  We were always the couple that made decisions about what we were going to do long term together.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now do you ask?  I don't know.  I really don't. We went through so much shit, that I guess I caused. Wow, that sucks to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next few days I'm here in Florida.  I'm here to just relax and not think about anything.  Even though I think about everything all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-5109477761451120244?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/5109477761451120244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=5109477761451120244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5109477761451120244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/5109477761451120244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/despondent.html' title='Despondent'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8495554571928054254</id><published>2009-01-04T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T21:53:38.313-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida internet friends'/><title type='text'>To pass you need citrus fruit</title><content type='html'>This is starting out a short post.  Maybe it will stay that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in Florida.  Uhhh, Sid, when did you go to Florida?  Well on Saturday. Ok, shy are you in Florida?  Well Elizabeth was driving down and I went with her.  Alright when are you going to Richmond? Friday afternoon is my plane and I get in that night.  Oh alright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well how is it down there?  It's nice.  I really like the weather and the people.  Not going to lie, if I could go here I would.  I'm still in that honey moon effect though.  I do love it though.  I can see why people come here to die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest thing happened to me this week though.  Oh yeah! What was that?  I GOT TO MEET LIZZIE AND BRETT!!!  It was so cool.  I don't think that it could have been any cooler then the way it was.  It wasn't awkward at all.  It was so fucking cool to see them both in person.  When you make a friend on the internet you get to know them so well.  People are used to meeting and getting to know people like that in person not online.  When you meet and get to know people on the web all you know is the internet people.  When I actually met Lizzie and Brett it was almost surreal.  I really couldn't believe that they were real people.  But it was great.  So great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/Squid565"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; page for a feel of where I'm staying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be here with Elizabeth too.  She is in class most of the week and busy with class.  So not being rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT WOOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8495554571928054254?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8495554571928054254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8495554571928054254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8495554571928054254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8495554571928054254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-pass-you-need-citrus-fruit.html' title='To pass you need citrus fruit'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-1001406274990914423</id><published>2009-01-01T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:28:55.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello '09</title><content type='html'>Another year has gone by.  When did that year happen is what I want to know?  Really though.  I can look at this past year and be happy with a lot of things that I did.  I went to a four year college in less time then people thought I could, I set up my own radio show on comic books with a good friend, I made some really good friends, and I joined the Ultimate Team.  I feel like that is the list of things I did this year.  Well the things that I can remember off hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of us all know that shit hit the fan in a real bad kind of way with my love life.  If you don't know that...It happened.  That, as of right now is all I can think about.  It's all I wake up to every morning.  I wake up and think "God your a shit head, hey but good job on being a shit.  You are really good at it!"  I can't think about anything else.  I barely force myself to get out of bed in the morning.  FUCK THAT! When I do get out though it's fine...ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of the year was not a good one.  It really wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you call me back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-1001406274990914423?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/1001406274990914423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=1001406274990914423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1001406274990914423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1001406274990914423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-09.html' title='Hello &apos;09'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-928641763150991388</id><published>2008-12-27T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:05:23.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my monsters</title><content type='html'>I changed the title.  This is due to being called out on a grammar issue.  That is one of my biggest issues in life.  I have a hard time spelling and my grammar is terrible.  It's so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to teach the language in high school and I can't use it properly myself.  What am I thinking?!  I have been inspired by English teachers for the last two years and it made me want to teach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is one of my  monsters, teaching a language that I have so much trouble with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-928641763150991388?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/928641763150991388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=928641763150991388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/928641763150991388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/928641763150991388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-of-my-monster.html' title='One of my monsters'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-7048518491951384225</id><published>2008-12-24T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T16:10:47.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweaters=Better look</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Eve everyone.  I think I'm off to a family gathering and then probs going to midnight mass with my Grandmother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around vienna today buying gifts.  I hope people like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm going to bring Woofy back to school with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-7048518491951384225?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/7048518491951384225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=7048518491951384225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7048518491951384225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7048518491951384225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweatersbetter-look.html' title='Sweaters=Better look'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-7888274615291896854</id><published>2008-12-22T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:05:05.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Mrs. Branson</title><content type='html'>I'm laying in my bed.  My leather jacket on, my jeans on, my socks on, and a sweater on.  I don't know why I haven't really taken any of it off, but i think that I'm about to. I move around to adjust myself because to tell you the truth it's not that comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day in a really long time that i walked into cold as hell weather.  It was a different experience.  I wore my scarf and my VCU hat.  Plus all that other stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went on an adventure with Nappi.  That was good times.  It was good to have part of the family back together.  I miss that feeling I had a year ago.  I haven't really felt like that in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out to see Mrs Branson today.  I don't know how that lady does it but I always get the biggest grin when i go to see her.  I walked in and I kinda startled her cause she didn't know that i was going to visit.  It was nice to see her though.  I stopped in at the front office.  Nappi was with me because he wanted to see mama Hack, a track coach, so that was cool.  Nappi had to go through my saying hi to everyone in the front office and I think the term was, "Well don't you just know everyone."  Sorry, it's only the ladies in the front office that i stood in for two years, or more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case it was good times.  Mrs. Branson and I talked about a lot of stuff.  School and Girl mostly.  She was upset about school but got it at the same time.  I found out some stuff about her that i didn't think I would know ever.  Her and I are more friends then anything else now.  She is a mentor but a good friend too.  I asked her about her life and her two daughters, Natelie and Audry.  Audry was going to be named Sidney if I achieved a 3.5 or higher at NOVA.  I did that and she ended up NOT naming her after me.  When I get to the point were I can call her by her first name then I know that it will all be on big circle.  Thanks Mrs. Branson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I have another blog about comics.  If you go to my profile on here there will be a link to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-7888274615291896854?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/7888274615291896854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=7888274615291896854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7888274615291896854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7888274615291896854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanks-mrs-branson.html' title='Thanks Mrs. Branson'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-7042488456994363390</id><published>2008-12-19T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:57:02.630-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judging'/><title type='text'>Hobbes Lives the life, My cat</title><content type='html'>Hey look, a blog about being in Vienna again.  Also, about myself.  Also, being judged? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you but lately i have felt judged.  All the time.  I guess I'm just seeing this for the first time.  People are judged I should know that.  It is a big part of life.  A real big part of it.  There is the judgment that comes along with school, work, relationships, and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School you are always judged, we all know this.  I mean a grade is someone judging you on how well you convey to know material.  I mean that isn't new.  Not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work, you are evaluated a lot.  If you don't do that job well then you will get fired from that job.  Even people in the army get evaluated.  If they fuck up enough, which is hard, they will be kicked out of he army.  Same goes for any branch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are a fun one.  You are judged on how well you treat each other.  Both in the relationship look to each other for a seal of approval.    And if that ends up not being what you think it will be well, I'm not going to say what that is.  I hate it just much as the next person.  When you have that approval though, it's the best feeling in the world.  You  can look at that person with something in your teeth, smile, and laugh because they tell you and it's ok.  You don't have to feel embarrassed because, well because you know that it's someone you can be real around an not have to worry about being stupid.  It's a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is a good one too.  Family is the one that is always going to be there for you.  Always, at least that is what i have been raised to know.  I like that too.  When now one else wants you, your mom does.  I don't think I ave loved getting a hug from anyone else more then my mom.  There is something about it.  I don't know how describe it.  It's a good feeling.  Some people i know don't hold those same views but it's cool.  One day they will get what i mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this was really only about being judged.  Yeah, whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how I did in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-7042488456994363390?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/7042488456994363390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=7042488456994363390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7042488456994363390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/7042488456994363390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/hobbes-lives-life-my-cat.html' title='Hobbes Lives the life, My cat'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-6515953727759975845</id><published>2008-12-15T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:44:54.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet Friends Computer'/><title type='text'>Timtams RULE!</title><content type='html'>Not to throw the word around lightly, but addiction is a good word for my internet need.  I said that to my sister and she didn't know if i should use that word.  As i wrote last time though, I wanted to speak of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on sunday morning and i was not really awake at all.  Then i perked up when i saw my friend open my computer.  Then when i got on the net i was more awake.  It's like my morning coffee.  I have to have the internet before i can be awake.  It was freaky.  The transcendentalist warned me of these things.  I have to rule technology and not let the opposite happen.  My mom warned about it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The odd thing is though, I have a life on the net. It's not like i'm going on it with out a purpose or reason.  I have people to talk to about things that go on that i can't do without the net/computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a really bad stigma with internet.  Just today i was looked at funny because i have friends that iwasnt to visit from the net.  It's just like having anyother pen pal, but i haven't met them face to face.  I think now i'm just going to say a friend from when ever.  No more of the internet, even though that is what they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I wanted to talk about.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-6515953727759975845?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/6515953727759975845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=6515953727759975845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6515953727759975845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6515953727759975845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/timtams-rule.html' title='Timtams RULE!'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8157528801644307204</id><published>2008-12-14T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:18:06.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know who wins</title><content type='html'>How many people read this blog?  I'm not sure.  I'm sure of at least 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman is on TV.  The original, not Superman Returns.  I mean, it is the best one I think.  Reeve is the man.  He does Superman very well.  Portrays the character well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what happens in this movie.  Superman wins. Ok then, got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond is so different when no one is here. It's quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in another post I have to talk about Internet in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8157528801644307204?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8157528801644307204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8157528801644307204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8157528801644307204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8157528801644307204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-know-who-wins.html' title='I know who wins'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-185717689891015586</id><published>2008-12-12T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:42:58.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shafer</title><content type='html'>I feel dead right now.  Man, I stayed up way to late.  Like don't do it.  I think that sleep is really needed at this point.  I took like a three hour nap between my last exam and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more, then I'm done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food now: Normal eating habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-185717689891015586?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/185717689891015586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=185717689891015586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/185717689891015586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/185717689891015586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/shafer.html' title='Shafer'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-6350471531314228017</id><published>2008-12-11T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:03:39.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trance Techno Love It'/><title type='text'>If you want to be my friend</title><content type='html'>I'm up.  I'm up. I'm up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I have bloged this much in a long time.  I've been going strong these last few days.  A post a day i think?  Yay For me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to clarify something real quick.  So me not eating the right way isn't because i want to.  I know it sounds weird.  Sometimes, mostly when i'm not active, my body lets me know that i don't have to eat that much to go on with life.  For the winter I'm not really doing anything, well right now.  There is no Ultimate, there is no running, there is no nothing.  So I don't need the energy.  Yes?  Ok then, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found music that I have been trying to get my hands on for the better part of two years.  This music would be Trance/Techno music.  Yes, I said it.  I Fucking love this shit.  It's so GOOD.  The only reason that I JUST NOW got it is because I didn't know what the hell to look for and I didn't feel like buying something that i wasn't going to like.  So I took 3 albums of the top 100 trance from a friend of mine.  Now I'm going all out.  I was at the library just listening to this stuff all night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know that when I hear music that I like, I dance.  So yes, I was dancing all around the library. Aha, that just sounds funny.  But i was doing it.  In my chair listening to trance/techno and having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one song that is RIDICULOUS.  Juicy Pen by DJ Ozi.  It's so fucking funny.  I love it.  I'm listening to it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am so happy that i have this stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food today: Nothing, soon to be shafe visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-6350471531314228017?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/6350471531314228017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=6350471531314228017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6350471531314228017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6350471531314228017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-want-to-be-my-friend.html' title='If you want to be my friend'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-8344336969434893471</id><published>2008-12-10T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T18:11:45.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Cell Phones</title><content type='html'>I'm at the Library.  I've been here for a bit.  It's good times.  I'm sitting at a table with friends and people that care about me doing well and I thank them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food Count:  A lot of cheese balls, a monster energy drink, sour patch kids, Shafer Visit; with veal parmesan and some noodle concoction with marinara, piece of garlic bread, a glass of Dr.pepper and a glass chocolate milk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-8344336969434893471?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/8344336969434893471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=8344336969434893471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8344336969434893471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/8344336969434893471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-cell-phones.html' title='No Cell Phones'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-1259000174420893379</id><published>2008-12-10T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T13:49:18.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Warm Outside</title><content type='html'>So I'm on the patented Sid Diet.  You know what that means?  Don't eat anything for a while.  Then when you do it, eat less then the portioned meals that you are used to.  YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I think that drinking energy drinks fill your stomach up.  I mean, the are supposed to give you energy.  I can see why I'm not hungry if I drink one.  Ah yes the loop-holes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm SO FUCKING RETARDED.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should eat, but no.  I wait.  Man I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you playing the home game:  I ate cheese its, an apple, piece of banana bread, espresso truffle, and a Red Bull yesterday.  Today: Nothing yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-1259000174420893379?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/1259000174420893379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=1259000174420893379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1259000174420893379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1259000174420893379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-warm-outside.html' title='It&apos;s Warm Outside'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-1637500369460069954</id><published>2008-12-09T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:30:52.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Puppy</title><content type='html'>Herumph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to say about that.  I mean, not about the title, but just stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-1637500369460069954?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/1637500369460069954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=1637500369460069954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1637500369460069954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1637500369460069954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-puppy.html' title='Super Puppy'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-1082287723059757104</id><published>2008-12-09T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:23:59.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bull and Rum</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm in the Library.  I spent 13 hours here the other day.  Yeah that was fun.  Actually it wasn't at all.  I mean, what is there to say.  I spent that many hours here and i only spent about 3 of them studying.  That isn't good at all.  I was studying for the Russian final and i did a bit.  I was supposed to study for the math final i had on monday.  I found out that it isn't till friday.  That was good times.  I have my math and Physics on the same day.  Woot Woot for that.  After that I'm done.  Oh so done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really though.  I'm not done with either of those classes cause I'm re-taking them next semester.  I mean I have to.  I do.  There it is.  So i have to do it all again next semester.  Instead it's going to be really cold THEN warm again.  The only difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GPA down the shiter. Well done sir. Well done.  You spent 16 weeks of your life pretending to go to a four year college BUT instead took a brek for 16 weeks.  Well done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know how to speak Russian a bit and I know that I can tap dance better then I have ever before.  That was a fun class.  If I could major in that, I would.  At times it was really hard but it was great to know that I can do it.  Before Tap class i was like a toddler walking.  I could do it but was oh so cute trying to. "Aw look at Sid trying to Tap Dance, so cute." Now, I can run at a moderate pace with out bad form. I'M NOT DFL ANYMORE!  Haha. What a shitty way to describe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I know a lot about comics.  Well current issues I guess. I actually don't know shit when it comes to some people.  So nevermind, i retract that statement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading back to Vienna on the 20th.  I head back then only because Nappi is coming back to Vienna.  Dear god I don't think I could be more excited.  Yes kinda gay but it's like seeing your favorite brother after not seeing them for almost a year.  So fuck off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm listening to Eminem.  I dunno, I think that I like his most recent album the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly been listening to N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys though.  (Now that is the oppiste end of the spectrum)  I think that it's just nostalgic.  Fuck, I shouldn't have said that.  Well I could delete it but it wouldn't be as much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-1082287723059757104?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/1082287723059757104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=1082287723059757104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1082287723059757104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/1082287723059757104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/red-bull-and-rum.html' title='Red Bull and Rum'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-2154704687323591804</id><published>2008-12-05T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T07:44:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up time</title><content type='html'>WHO THE FUCK IS STEALING SHIT FROM PARTIES THAT I GO TO!!!  I KNOW THAT ITS NOT ME.  FUCK IT PISSES ME OFF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-2154704687323591804?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/2154704687323591804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=2154704687323591804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2154704687323591804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/2154704687323591804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/wake-up-time.html' title='Wake up time'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-6038861556551008663</id><published>2008-12-04T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T18:01:05.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really like to Tap Dance</title><content type='html'>I'm convinced that in a few moths i will not be able to look at the computer screen without using my glasses.  I was just reading Nappis blog and i had to make the screen negative and i had to zoom in on the screen.  Only then was it more comfortable to read it.  Wow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what else is there to say.  Alright, think.  Ok, I got it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm on youtube a lot.  A lot, a lot.  I don't think more then i should be though.  I have a complete social network on that site.  Some people think that is weird, but i am happy to know people in other countries.  That is beside the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice the most settle changes to youtube.  In the past week youtube went to a wide screen mode.  That was the first thing.  Not that suttle honestly. Everyone on youtube was like, WHOA!!!  Then people liked it.  In the past few days youtube made changes to the site yet again.  Not a bad thing but at the same time funny to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: The red "youtube" is a lot smaller, now on all the thubmnails there is the time of the video,I like that one, the different tabs in the upper left corner are now bolder and sepperated.  That is a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.  I like youtube a lot.  I have friends that I'm happy to know.  I'm happy to be a part of something like youtube. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question:  Do you think it is wierd to make friends on the internet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-6038861556551008663?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/6038861556551008663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=6038861556551008663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6038861556551008663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/6038861556551008663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-like-to-tap-dance.html' title='I really like to Tap Dance'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-688597333691174292</id><published>2008-11-27T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:18:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love stealing biscuits</title><content type='html'>While here in my home town &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't have any use of my phone.  The invention of a cell phone doesn't matter at my mothers house.  I get messages a fe&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; h&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;urs after I was mea&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nt&lt;/span&gt; to.  I see that I have a voice mai&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt; aft&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;r no&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t &lt;/span&gt;hearing the phone ring.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt;'s ag&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;gr&lt;/span&gt;avating and I d&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;n't like it.  I have to drive towards town to get service so that I can get a lot of texts at once and check my voice mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 6:50am to dogs waking me up so they could pee.  That was a new alarm clock.  I wish I had them during high school.  There was no way that I could have slept through them.  At the same time i went to sleep around 3am.  I had a hard time sleeping too because of the dogs.  I'm on the couch and sharing it with two doxons, Otis and Giant, who like to take up the couch.  I tried to go back to sleep and was met with more or less the same problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Giving was a good day.  For the most part.  The family played foot ball.  That was good times.  I took care of the dogs all day.  That was fine.  I hung out with my cousins all day.  I liked that.  Well two of them I like.  We ate dinner.  I sat in the  middle of the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That was a big deal to me.  I have spent my life sitting at the end of the table with the kids.  Well being one of the kids.  Now I'm sitting in the middle and having conversation with "grown-ups".  Not as much fun as the end of the table.  I'm going to put it out there.  The aunts did their thing and told me what I had done wrong in school and other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good though.  The food was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.  I have to get up in a few hours anyway.  The dogs are going to wake me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5276240983082699202-688597333691174292?l=squid565.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/feeds/688597333691174292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5276240983082699202&amp;postID=688597333691174292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/688597333691174292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5276240983082699202/posts/default/688597333691174292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squid565.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-stealing-biscuits.html' title='I love stealing biscuits'/><author><name>Squid565</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05470208875710906221</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vtn_0BQV1Pg/SS5Kdz5NT3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ok-Av5xGlGY/S220/CIMG0922.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5276240983082699202.post-4246495064451496308</id><published>2008-11-26T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T23:08:24.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have seen this template but I still like it</title><content type='html'>I have moved from wordpress to here.  I wanted to switch it up.  Mostly because of the being able to link to other blogs without having to remember the address.  I dunno...I moved here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm house sitting Wednesday night and Thursday night.  I have to look after four dogs and two birds for a family that REALLY REALLY love their dogs.  They are nice dogs though.  I'm going to be woken up at 7am by them to take them outside.  I don't wanna do that.  I have to though.  I'm being paid 100$ for this.  Basically I eed to do the best I can cause I'm getting paid well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Thanks Giving.  Woot Woot.  It's time for my aunts to tell me that I should not be an English teacher because I'm not a good speller.  Oh or how I'm a moron due to something I did when I was 10.  Or yelling at me that the cousins aren't as yong as I think, even though they do the same shit to me.  I do like the food they bring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to sleep I think.  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