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  <title>Who wants to party?</title>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 15 Aug 2006 09:39:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I had one of those zombie dreams I get once in a while. It was freakier than usual which is why I&apos;m up so early. It was one of those dreams you&apos;re waking up in and in the dream I woke up in the car during a car-ride. I was then pushed into wal-mart where a swat team was fighting off something on the roof. When I asked what was going on the only response is that they had to hold off the old people and that they were moving fast. I didn&apos;t understand, which I should have because the glass doors and windows were busted open like a rampage went down. So then swat members started falling from the ceiling and saying they&apos;re too fast. Then zombies started coming in. They were coming in at that jerky time-frame speed where they&apos;re at the door then they&apos;re in the room then they surround you. Then I felt a bite on my shoulder and woke up. I haven&apos;t been able to go back to sleep since so I guess I&apos;ll play a game or something.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 09 Aug 2006 00:51:51 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>So either Jacob complex is when you think you&apos;re me, or it&apos;s what I have and I&apos;m the first. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=&quot;400&quot; height=&quot;257&quot; bgcolor=&quot;000000&quot; border=&quot;2&quot; cellpadding=&quot;4&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; bordercolor=&quot;EE0000&quot;&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor=&quot;EE0000&quot;&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;What kind of disease &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jacob:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor=&quot;EE0000&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Jacob is caused by sponges.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://mushoo.net/redgifs/sponges.gif&quot; width=&quot;141&quot; height=&quot;137&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign=&quot;top&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;Jacob complex makes you think you&apos;re important. You aren&apos;t.&lt;br&gt;To cure Jacob, write bad goth poetry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bordercolor=&quot;EE0000&quot;&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot; valign=&quot;middle&quot;&gt;&lt;form action=&quot;http://www.mushoo.net/disease.php&quot; method=&quot;GET&quot;&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot;&gt;Name?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;name&quot;&gt;&lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; name=&quot;Search&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 10:25:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Weird dream.</title>
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  <description>I had this stupid dream that Michelle came to visit, or moved back. As usual, she had drama in her life and I was there to listen. She was broke, kicked out of her house, and wanted to go back to nicholls. Naturally she comes to my house for some reason, so we talk and after that it was like she was my friend again; the way she was before she started going back to Texas when we were good friends, but really confusing because we liked eachother. The different thing, this time, was that I don&apos;t care for her that way anymore. So I told her about Sara and she did her usual &quot;I&apos;m happy for you&quot; thing she does when she was hoping for something different. Then we got on with our lives and talked about things we&apos;ve seen in the past years. It was like we were actual friends again wrather than just good acquaintances. It&apos;s kind of weird that I had to tell her about Sara since she knows about her now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven&apos;t thought about her since very much since she moved away, so why would I have such a weird dream like that? Maybe she just reminds me of the days where I wasn&apos;t really myself. I was just trying to fit the mold for some reason. That was stupid of me. I don&apos;t think she really knows who I am, other than the nice guy that everybody sees at first because I listen. I guess it was just some stupid dream. Her haircut wasn&apos;t right anyway; it wasn&apos;t her style. Hahaha, actually, it was like Melissa&apos;s hair on Michelle&apos;s body and that&apos;s kind of gross because Melissa is someone I completely resent as where Michelle is just someone that faded away like used soap, or a fart in the elevator. I think maybe the soap simily makes more sense because I never disliked her (like I would dislike a fart in the elevator); I only dislike the drama she would tell me towards the end of knowing her. That was the time where she&apos;d only call me if something bad happened or if she missed me. And if she missed me it&apos;d be dramatic because she&apos;d dredge up old feelings that I didn&apos;t need to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s enough of me ranting, write it off as a bad dream if you want. I just felt I needed to write out what that dream was all about.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2006 23:48:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>If Bill Cosby sang &quot;First Orgasm&quot;</title>
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  <description>It is the first day, I get up early. It is a challenge, I&apos;m usually lazy. I eat some donuts, and make some pudding, then I found out, no jello pudding. The first jello pudding of the morning, it&apos;s like one hundred bucks. I endorce jello fucking pudding, because my career is gone. The first jello pudding of the morning, it makes me go skibidibopbadoobop. It&apos;s very close now, on the snack isl, there are some offbrands, but I hate those. The first Jello Pudding of the morning, is why I&apos;m Bill Cosby. There won&apos;t be any second sturings, because I eat it really fast. I&apos;m much to hungry too have friends, no jello would complicate my plans. So I guess I&apos;ll eat this bowl alone, all alone while sexing on the phone.....</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2006 06:50:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A full translation of &quot;Our father&quot; prayer</title>
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  <description>Our Father Lord in Heaven: &quot;S&apos;up God?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Thow by my name: &quot;You&apos;re like....God and stuff&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Thy Kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven: &quot;If you say we need to we will, we&apos;re so lost.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Give us this day our daily bread: &quot;Yo mother fucker I&apos;m hungry!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And forgive us as traspassers: &quot;......My bad.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;As we forgive those who traspass against us: &quot;.......except that one mother fucker, I hate him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Lead us not to temptation: &quot;Dude I really want to fuck the girl next door but she&apos;s not 18 yet.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;And deliver us from evil: &quot;Hey bruh, can you keep the bookies off my back one more day?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Men: &quot;That&apos;s all, late&apos;ah nigga!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I made this up, no I didn&apos;t find it at some weird website. I was just thinking about how much religeon made us remember the stupid prayer. I haven&apos;t gone to religeon since I was eight. I don&apos;t pray, I just remember this stupid prayer they made us do every day. I believe god can exist but I doubt it, and I don&apos;t care if s/he exists.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Jan 2006 09:13:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Paranoid</title>
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  <description>Man, I am so paranoid about Sara drinking at that party. Conor wanting to make out with her, that perve that jerks off to the thought of her being in the same area, the fact that she kept drinking even though she said she had enough. Why am I so worried? Because I love her. It&apos;s not like that &quot;I love you&quot; love, it&apos;s love-love. That love that you don&apos;t want to get knocked out. When you want to be with someone so badly you can&apos;t just sit around and hope that person&apos;s ok. It&apos;s to the point that I couldn&apos;t see my life being without her in it. My Paranoya from all the past relationships makes me think she&apos;ll have drunken sex/makeout/groping. My mind does nothing but torture me over things that probably are impossible because she loves me too much to do such a thing. But even still, my mind plays these tricks on me. Taunting me, urging me, driving me crazy with these ideas of someone else taking away something that feels so good, so right. It scares me. It scares me in a way that I&apos;ve never been scared before. I&apos;ve been in accidents. I&apos;ve flone into another country. I&apos;ve trusted another person. Out of those three things, it&apos;s that trust that scares me. That idea that the safety net will break, that I will fall onto that hard and cold ground under that net. That net is only as strong as our minds make it. I would never-ever do anything to hurt my girlfriend. I would never cheat on her, I wouldn&apos;t do anything if she thought it&apos;d be horrible. I&apos;d never do something to make her nervouse unless I had to. And the fact that I HAVE to believe she feels the same way eats me alive. All the what-if&apos;s pop into my head at once like a burage of bullets. I don&apos;t want to break. Breaking hurts, and then you have to rebuild. I&apos;m afraid of breaking, but I&apos;m so fragile for someone who scares on few things. My Achili&apos;s heal, my love, my girlfriend, my fiance, my future wife, the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, the one girl that makes everything feel better even when I feel like crap. The one girl I would hold when we sleep and feel like I&apos;ve done it forever. This girl makes me feel so happy, and drives me so crazy. This one girl is my achili&apos;s heal, but also, my favorite person and coming to be my strength. I hope today when I wake up with the sun that she says she had fun. That everything&apos;s ok, that she didn&apos;t get in trouble, that I shouldn&apos;t be so paranoid, that I was over reacting. I hope every time my mind plays these tricks is that I&apos;m just over reacting. Her telling me that makes everything feel better and makes all the crazy ideas float away for a while. She&apos;s so innocent to me, because our love isn&apos;t just a physical attraction. It&apos;s something that let&apos;s me stay with her for hours on end and not get sick of her. I like being with her, she makes me who I am in a way. All those girls in the past with exceptions of few broke me, then I had to rebuild. This feeling makes me so sick sometimes. It&apos;s so stupid to think these things, but on the other hand it would but stupid to not anticipate them. Even if she made a mistake, I couldn&apos;t leave her. She&apos;s like the glue that holds my pieces together. That&apos;s how long we&apos;ve been together, we&apos;re meshed. I want tomorrow to come. And I want everything to be ok. 3:12, only 4 hours until sun-rise. I wish I could sleep to make it go faster. I guess I&apos;ll keep trying to sleep. I&apos;ll leave my computer on in case Sara wakes up. Seeing as she falls asleep around 3:00-5:00 she will probably wake up soon because she&apos;s been Idle since 10:30. I must be insane for calculating such things but I want everything to be ok. I&apos;m such a wreck without her.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 02:19:46 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ground Rules: The first player of this &quot;game&quot; starts with the topic. - Topic: &quot;Five Weird Habits Of Yourself&quot; and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and list them. Pass it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can make people laugh for no reason if I do voices of famous people&lt;br /&gt;2. When I&apos;m home alone and I&apos;m taking a shower I sing&lt;br /&gt;3. When something is broken I have to fix it or it drives me insane but if I have nothing to fix I get&lt;br /&gt;    bored and sometimes pull stuff appart and fix them again&lt;br /&gt;4. If I&apos;m laying down and I&apos;m bored and the power goes out I make up songs and sometimes make paodies&lt;br /&gt;5. The weirdest thing about me is that I take stories about people that I hear and make up complete fictional stories that do not fit &lt;br /&gt;    their personalities but it makes the person that told the story laugh.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 19 Dec 2005 02:10:00 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; name=&quot;christmastable&quot; width=&quot;450&quot; bgcolor=&quot;#FFFFFF&quot; style=&quot;color: black; border: 1px solid black;&quot; cellpadding=&quot;2&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;tr align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot; width=&quot;75&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quizuniverse.com/result_images/holly-left.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;3&quot; align=&quot;center&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center; color: black; font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;The Twelve Days of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;for ikaruga_jk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;right&quot; width=&quot;75&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.quizuniverse.com/result_images/holly-right.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;50&quot; style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Day #&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Who?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;What they got you&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=&quot;10&quot;&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height=&quot;20&quot; 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  <pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2005 00:23:05 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU...&lt;br /&gt;[_] go out with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] give me your number?&lt;br /&gt;[_] kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] let me kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;[_] watch a movie with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] let me take you out to dinner?&lt;br /&gt;[_] let me drive you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;[_] cut some rug with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] take a shower with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] be my bf/gf?&lt;br /&gt;[_] have a fling with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] let me buy you a drink?&lt;br /&gt;[_] take me home for the night?&lt;br /&gt;[_] Would you let me sleep in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;[_] Sing car karaoke w/ me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] sit in the doctors office with me because I didn&apos;t want to go alone?&lt;br /&gt;[_] re-post this for me to answer your questions?&lt;br /&gt;[_] give me a piggyback ride?&lt;br /&gt;[_] Come pick me up at 3 am because my car ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;[_] listen to S&amp;G (Simon and Garfunkel) with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] let me make you breakfast?&lt;br /&gt;[_] help me with homework?&lt;br /&gt;[_] tickle me to death?&lt;br /&gt;[_] let me tickle you?&lt;br /&gt;[_] stick up for me if i was being put down?&lt;br /&gt;[_] carress my body?&lt;br /&gt;[_] play strip poker with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] say yes if i asked you out?&lt;br /&gt;[_] let me wear your pants?&lt;br /&gt;[_] instant message me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] greet me in public?&lt;br /&gt;[_] hang out with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] bring me around your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D0 Y0U...&lt;br /&gt;[_] think im cute?&lt;br /&gt;[_] think im hot?&lt;br /&gt;[_] want to kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] want to cuddle wit me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] want to hook up with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE WE...&lt;br /&gt;[_] aquintences?&lt;br /&gt;[_] friends?&lt;br /&gt;[_] in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;[_] gonna have kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM i...&lt;br /&gt;[_] smart?&lt;br /&gt;[_] cute?&lt;br /&gt;[_] funny?&lt;br /&gt;[_] cool?&lt;br /&gt;[_] loveable?&lt;br /&gt;[_] adorable?&lt;br /&gt;[_] compassionate?&lt;br /&gt;[_] annoying?&lt;br /&gt;[_] great to be with?&lt;br /&gt;[_] attractive?&lt;br /&gt;[_] mean?&lt;br /&gt;[_] odd?&lt;br /&gt;[_] good enough to be a calvin klein model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE Y0U EVER...&lt;br /&gt;[_] thought about me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] thought there might be an &quot;us&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;[_] thought about hookin up with me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] found yourself wanting a kiss from me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] wished i were there?&lt;br /&gt;[_] grabbed me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] had a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] idolized me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] wanted my number?&lt;br /&gt;[_] had a dream about me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] been distracted by me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE Y0U...&lt;br /&gt;[_] done with this survey?&lt;br /&gt;[_] happy you know me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] thinkin bout me?&lt;br /&gt;[_] going to repost this so that i will return the favor?&lt;br /&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2005 04:01:26 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Ever find yourself woundering about the people you purposely try to not keep in touch with because the relationship (friendship, love, enemy, whatever) went a-rye? I do this from time to time, but I don&apos;t understand why. The people I detatch myself from were either jerks, drama queens, or they just generally annoyed the fuck out of me. This one friend, Erin, she&apos;s from New York, and we got along for a little while, and I can&apos;t help but feel that our friendship was based on a mountain of lies. When she &quot;confessed&quot; how she felt about me, I believed her, then she went after other guys like the &quot;challenge&quot; and &quot;thrill&quot; of getting me was gone. But for some reason, after all that bullshit, I wounder what becomes of her. She is human too after all. Maybe there was something I could do to prevent that friendship from ging wrong. I never knew what love was, only assumed what it felt like. But what I liked was actually the attention? Foolish children we all were, antention craving, &quot;everything is their fault not mine&quot;, &quot;I didn&apos;t do anything&quot;, &quot;It&apos;s your fault&quot;... Why were we all so foolish? Some day I&apos;ll read this, and think &quot;why? why was I so stupid?&quot; and I&apos;ll never know, so I&apos;ll keep asking. That&apos;s all we really do, never finding a real answer. What if this world&apos;s based on a lie? Up isn&apos;t what&apos;s above your head, down isn&apos;t what&apos;s below your feet, left is someone&apos;s right, right is someone&apos;s left, your blue is someone&apos;s green. Yellow isn&apos;t a coolor, it&apos;s a form of bravory. So what are we? What is intelligence, what is life?</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 04:06:58 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I&apos;m tired of all these hurricaines; they&apos;re interfering with school. I know people are suffering, but damn-it I&apos;m going to say it, this shit just sucks. You know those people who are &quot;suffering&quot; from New Orleans? Well this is what I know. They&apos;re stealing shit from where they&apos;re put, fucking in the parking lots at night, trashing buildings, and acting like it&apos;s not their problems. These people are acting like animals. You people right now reading this thinking this is a racial issue, Fuck you, it&apos;s white people too. Little spoiled shits who weren&apos;t taught anything about survival are disgracing our species with their presents alone. I know that some of them are not being so stupid, but a lot of them are destroying the places they&apos;re put. These people need to be arrested and brought into prison or something. People that steal shit without a logical reason should be sentenced the same way as a normal thief would. WHAT THE FUCK of a GOOD will FUBU do for you when you&apos;re tredging through 5 feet of water? What the hell are you doing looting a store that sells designer clothes? Do you have some kind of drug addiction you need to feed, because I know you&apos;re coming down from it right about now you crack heads. People hijacking the very busses that are taking them to safety. Looting the neighborhoods that they stop in. Breaking into homes and businesses needlessly. IDIOTS, ALL OF YOU. You want compasion? Earn it. You want respect? Then respect you jackass. You want us to feel sorry for you, then stop feeling sorry for yourself. Quit waiting for others to do it for you. I don&apos;t see you &quot;helping&quot; when others need help, you&apos;re just &quot;give me give me give me&quot; &quot;want want want&quot; &quot;mine mine mine&quot; &quot;fuck you, I don&apos;t care, I&apos;ll do what I want.&quot; You&apos;re all shitless wounders. Scared at the site of opposition. Just face it, you fucked up. You dropped the ball when you didn&apos;t leave. You didn&apos;t take care of your own shit so now you&apos;re stealing a plasma TV that I know your food stamps didn&apos;t pay for. You, the ones who take without giving, expecting those who give without taking to help you at all times. You&apos;re not the only one who needs help. True, we need to take care of ourselves before others, but you were in prime condition for quite some time before you needed help and nothing, you did nothing. As for those who did not steal, who left town, who respected the law, I feel sorry for you, not for the ones who probably broke into your houses. Thieves, that&apos;s all you are.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 19:36:42 GMT</pubDate>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Jul 2005 21:42:09 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>I want school to start, I&apos;m tired of sitting around. True I&apos;ve been keeping myself busy with all this wire work and stuff but I still want to go back to school and work in the lab and learn stuff and program that video game. I want to have something important to do. I&apos;ve been searching the net lately just looking for stuff to do like customizations on my computer and emulators and stuff. by the way &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.coolrom.com/&quot;&gt;CoolRom&lt;/a&gt; is good for the emulators and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.rom-world.com/&quot;&gt;RomWorld&lt;/a&gt; is good for the roms. You can find almost any rom you want and in better organization at rom world and you can find most of the good emulators for Sega and Nintendo (Famicon) at CoolRom; only use RomWorld to get emulators you can&apos;t find on CoolRom, some parts of that site are risk-ei. I baught some speakers recently with a subwoofer and hooked them up to my computer, go me!....O.o. Then I took my old computer speakers without the subwoofer and hooked them up to my tv using some left over wire from the other stuff I have lying in my room that isn&apos;t used and now I have suround sound when I watch my movies and play video games. For tv purposes it&apos;s not too great, the channels aren&apos;t designed for suround sound. Anyway, I fixed my old router so I could finally come back online in my room. We hardwired the living room computer to the router and then took the high quality adapter and put it in my room for recieving the internet signal then took my old B-Class adapter and put it on the crap computer in the spair bedroom. So now my home is completely internet savi. We replaced the Cable internet with DSL because it has a better speed and security when it comes to using it in general. You don&apos;t have to worry about it going out in the middle of use. It goes out about as often as your phone survice does since you use a phone wire and Bell South (Telephone company) DSL FASTER than the cable internet provided by Charter (cable company). Anyway, if any of you ever planned on being those guys that go in the attic I suggest getting a summer job and quit the attic job every summer and start again in the autom because it&apos;s !@$^ing hot up there when the sun beats on the roof in the summer. Unless you want to lose weight {then again if you have to lose weight that might not be the job for you since you&apos;re fat and can fall through the roof and probably sufficate someone instantly so not suggested for anyone 40+Lbs over weight}. Anyway, that&apos;s about all I have to say. Have fun at the emulator sites.</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2005 19:46:31 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>It&apos;s good to be home again where I can breath the really heavy air compared to Toronto. I loved visiting Sara and can&apos;t wait for her to come visit me. The hiking was really fun and I liked the swimming except for the leaches. One gave Tree a hicky; it was really funny. I felt bad for having to leave because long good-bye&apos;s make leaving very hard so I tried to make it short and painless. Asside from leaving, I had a really good vacation. Her dad wouldn&apos;t let me pay for anything which made me a little uncomfortable but on the bright side, I didn&apos;t have to pay for anything other than my ticket there and back. Anyway, I&apos;m tired. I&apos;m going to sleep</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Jun 2005 14:50:54 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>:D</title>
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  <description>OMG like :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara is sexy!!! &amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 03:53:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Cowboy, buahaha</title>
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  <description>Well I&apos;ma take my money and gonna head out west to some doctor who can get me a pussy and fake breasts, then buy some high heels and a man dress. Then find an old drop-top that has a pimp so I can fuck cowboys baby, &quot;put in the ass because my crotch is cosmetic.&quot; cowboys baby &quot;assless leather-chaps with nothin to hide&quot; cowboys baby &quot;ride them all night and sleep all day&quot; cowboys baby &quot;I put my dick between my legs when they&apos;re a mile away&quot; dun-dundun bowcheeky bowcheeky bowcheeky bowow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I drive around sitting with my boy tom-pimp they&apos;ll say there goes tex with the fake breasts, pumping guys in the ass, taking up trash, jerkin off to the very-hairy ass wildly screaming &quot;radio-edit.&quot;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that&apos;s all I can think of for lyrics, it&apos;s not finishing the song that&apos;s important, just having fun with what you can think of.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 19 Jun 2005 03:13:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Crawling in my sleep *snicker*</title>
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  <description>CRAWLING IN MY SLEEEEEEEEEEEP MOMMY DIDN&apos;T LOVE MEEEEEEEEE, I AM JUST A CREEEEEEEEEEP BEGGING FOR ATTENTIOOOOOOOOON. I never thought I bothered you, I just wanted to, make you sad, and then make you feel like you wanted me, because I&apos;m a goth nerd. I&apos;m nothing but a bitch: I have a double chin, my balls aren&apos;t falling in (I crap my pants and wet my bed and now there&apos;s not time for questions). I have no innerchild-self controOOOOOOOOOOOOL. FALLING IN DOG SHIT, THE BULLY CAME AND PUSHED MEEEEE. THEN I CRIED BECAUSE-I&apos;M NOTHING BUT A WIENY! CHICKENS SCARE ME BAD, BECAUSE THEY HAVE NO LIIIIIPS! I LIKE TO SCREAM BECAUSE I CAN-NOT SIIIIIIIIING FOR REEEEEEEAL WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. ok, that was fun</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jun 2005 16:27:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>A new set of lyrics for the &quot;Don&apos;t worry Be happy&quot; song</title>
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  <description>Hey boy when you see that hot body on the beach, I&apos;ll warn you you might catch VD don&apos;t worry, be happy. Now boy I tell you don&apos;t touch her tits, because if you eat her out you might get the shits don&apos;t worry, be happy,it&apos;ll  burns when you pee now, hooooooot hoot hoot hoot hoot hoot hoooooeeooooo, hoooouuuoooeoooooo, hooooooooooot. When she said twenty-one she meant fifteen don&apos;t fuck the girl she&apos;ll have your baby don&apos;t worry, be happy. That girl&apos;s a teen slut with five babies, the bad part is not the same dadies don&apos;t worry, be happy, the girl&apos;s loose like a big shirt now. dadadadudedadadada, boom boom boom and a shakalaka you did it, now arrested, because you got it underage. hoooooohoot hoot hoot hoot hoot hoooouuueeeoooooo, ooooouooooeoooo, ooooouoooouooooo.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 13 Jun 2005 13:24:53 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Things that instantly make me feel better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Talking to Sara&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Listening to 90&apos;s music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I&apos;d do for Sara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I&apos;ve done for Sara:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Baught plane tickets&lt;br /&gt;-Baught phone cards&lt;br /&gt;-Send letters&lt;br /&gt;-Stufffffffff &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shaved things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I ever stop? :D no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because I love her so much that I&apos;d do anything for her.....&quot;But I won&apos;t do that!&quot; (Meatloaf, Anything for Love). XD</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jun 2005 16:42:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Weirdest dream ever</title>
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  <description>Ok, I get off the airplane and my shoes are dirty and I freak out. Then I realize that I don&apos;t have my bag and run around looking for it and I forget to pack shoes because suddenly I&apos;m barefoot? O.o anyway, I find my bag with a pair of dress shoes on top and I&apos;m happy. I fall asleep on the ride to the hotel and wake up going into this big ass room with blue-ish carpet and furniture and Sara goes into some random room down the hall and Pete (her dad) says &quot;pleased to meet you. Here&apos;s where the weirdness starts: I get on my hands and do some kind of break-dance spin move while red and blue lights come out of my shoes? Anyway, then I jump off my hands and to my feet and shake his hand O.o. Pete smiles at me and has this HUGE chip in his tooth and then, out of nowhere I&apos;m sitting in a chair talking science with him and Sara comes sit on me and then I ask myself &quot;What the hell is this?&quot; then when I realize it&apos;s a dream I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was the weirdest dream I&apos;ve ever had, it made no sense. Well, it was amusing at the least. I guess I&apos;m still a little nervous, but I&apos;ll like visiting, I&apos;m sure of it :D.</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2005 14:37:50 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The day God went away</title>
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  <description>There was a time where people feared the world and the things in it. Lightning, Fire, Earth quakes, Tidal Waves, Rain, Wind, Valcanoes, Avelanches, they were so huge, our primative minds could not phathom the cause. We created these psychological gods. We called them spirits, the ones that move the world. We had sticks in our hands, we had the wheel, we became worshipers; creating gods from wood and stone, carving them into statues of worship, we were praying to objects. We were certain that these spirits and gods existed without doubt. Then came Egypt, the great Megalith, the empire that shook the world. We believed in Anubus and Chimira, the great Sphinx, our Phaoros were onto us like a god. Possessed and willed by the netherworld guarded by Anubus. We were certain that this was the truth without doubt. The Egyption empire one day disappeared, and there was a void for reason. Meshed with The Egyptions were the Philostines, the Greeks/Herians, the Persians, the Babolonians, and the Spartins/Romans. We believed in the Gods, Zues, Afradidi, Aeris, Athena, and the thousands of other gods that we pulled out of our asses. We created them in the image of ourselves. Then, the great awakening, phillosophy, we believed for certain that we were to fear these gods, without doubt. Then came the poor, the ones with little or no money. We wanted a God that believed in equal opertunity for the sake of all men, we didn&apos;t mention women. We were thousands of Suth sayers lined up and down the streets getting picked off one by one for not bowing to the empire. We were executed on crosses, and if we were smart, we servived through the poor by being a cult, underground, with secret meetings. We were Christians, we were never wrong. We have our people, and the empire bowed to us in the end. We were certain without doubt that God was out there waiting for us to come to heaven. Through out the ages we faught everyone that said &quot;What if?&quot; instead of answering the questions. We had crusades, Great wars, Destruction, death, sacrilage, blood, gore, all in the name of our religious beliefes and peace. We were justified. Then came science, the devil&apos;s tool, we don&apos;t want these people, they hurt us with their proofs and their ways of fixing things. Damn them for fixing things, we don&apos;t want them here, God should wipe the world clean of them. We hate them as the bible says! Are you saying it doesn&apos;t say it? Well it will when we re-write the bible to fit our ways of life. God is our creation, we don&apos;t have to listen to you. Who are you to tell me who god is, did he talk to you lately? What? Did he talk to me? No, but I know he didn&apos;t talk to you. I&apos;m all that is right, I&apos;m a prick, I want my mommy, I can&apos;t take the real world. I don&apos;t want explanations and solutions, I want a quick fix to get my mind off the world and on my penis. I am human, I am stupid, I am a cry baby, I am selfish, I am human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....We are just scientists....We don&apos;t mean to destroy your world, only to make it better. We never ruled out god, only that there are reasons for the existance of what you couldn&apos;t explain.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 25 May 2005 18:52:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another day</title>
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  <description>I was going to cut the grass today but the lawnmower&apos;s string broke when I pulled it. I fixed it and tried again but it broke more after that so I&apos;m going to have to do it tomorrow. Man, I must be bored if I want to cut the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I&apos;ve been watching a lot or day-time tv lately, all this stuff about marriage problems and relationships that fall after they live together. They&apos;re so stupid; they can&apos;t cooperate with eachother what so ever. Personally, I think a lot of people rush into love; they want things to work out so badly that they don&apos;t want to be alone so they just go with the first person they see. Why can&apos;t people be more rational about life you know? They have to put a lable for every little thing. &quot;Where did it all start?&quot; &quot;I don&apos;t know, that scares me.&quot; &quot;I think it was God.&quot; &quot;What&apos;s God.&quot; &quot;Jesus will tell you, he knows God.&quot; This all started with desperation of wanting to know the unknown so badly that a story is made up to comfort the people and hide the fact that we don&apos;t know. NO you DON&apos;T know anything, it&apos;s blind faith. You can&apos;t walk up to me, tell me God exists and expect me to just except that. I believe God can exist; however, without evidence, I can&apos;t really tell you if God is a he, a she, it, exists-doesn&apos;t, what it looks like. And noone knows, only the dead can tell you where they end up, but you can&apos;t comunicate with the dead. Too bad sometimes I think, but other times I&apos;m glad I can&apos;t, that&apos;d be so creepy. I&apos;m just so tired of people that assume without reason, and stick so firmly to that conviction that I find it arragant. I don&apos;t expect people to understand my point of view, it&apos;s different, and it frightens many people. People are scared that when life ends nothing else is there. I believe that you don&apos;t see anything, you just go away, we&apos;re like batteries in our bodies. It isn&apos;t a spirit but sinapses, not comunication with God and you, but you and your subconscience. I&apos;m not looking to change the world, just asking the world to leave me alone if it doesn&apos;t know what it&apos;s talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s about it, I&apos;m just really bored, so I might as well do something until the clothes are done washing.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 22 May 2005 15:09:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Another day</title>
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  <description>Last night was kind of ok, I expected the third episode of Star Wars to be decent, it was ok. The acting wasn&apos;t that great, the fight scenes were good, but man the acting was so cheesey. Anyway, my friend called last night and I had to drag stuff out of her because she was sounding quite depressed. I evidently weirded her out with something I wrote as a comment to someone else well over a year ago. I don&apos;t even remember what I said, but I&apos;m sure it was whiney and stupid. Anyway, I moved on with my life, I feel much better with the way things are these days. I&apos;m going visit Sara in a few weeks, I have better grades, I think I&apos;m growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I&apos;d be so lucky to find someone to love the way I love Sara. We&apos;re passed all the horndog infatuation, we like a lot of the same things, and best of all, she doesn&apos;t play head games. Given we&apos;re still horndogs for eachother but that&apos;s different. I will do anything to avoid screwing the relationship up, I don&apos;t want to lose her for anything, and I won&apos;t do anything to lose her. I&apos;m feeling good about this, I don&apos;t feel trapped, I don&apos;t feel like I&apos;m in a rut, I feel like I&apos;m happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is finally taking affect on me. I&apos;m learning much more than I thought I was, I&apos;m making the grades, and it feels good to not struggle. Right now I&apos;m working on a video game, though I&apos;m going to let Sara make the final sprites because I suck at using photoshop and all and she&apos;s GOD when it comes to that stuff. Until then I&apos;m using my dinky sprites to make the game.&lt;br /&gt;Until then, anyone that wants to play it you can find the game on the nicholls eclipse server at &lt;a href=&quot;http://eclipse.nicholls.edu/~jkrieg/view2.html&quot;&gt;http://eclipse.nicholls.edu/~jkrieg/view2.html&lt;/a&gt; you can leave your comments by going to my form page at &lt;a href=&quot;http://eclipse.nicholls.edu/~jkrieg/&quot;&gt;http://eclipse.nicholls.edu/~jkrieg/&lt;/a&gt; and clicking the form button. Let me know what you think I update daily on the game to make it better. It is incomplete so don&apos;t send me a form asking me &quot;What&apos;s it do?&quot; the instructions are written in plane view below the java applet. Anyway, that&apos;s it for me, bye bye.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 May 2005 15:29:19 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle once: Used me as a chair when I was 5 as some kind of strange joke. *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life: have a ridden a rollercoaster yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was five: I once used my toy heman-sword to take revenge on my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High School was: Three years ago O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget: The answer to the meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once met: a ninja in an empty field of grass where we faught to the death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, at a bar: I KO&apos;d a drunk trying to make out with a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By noon I&apos;m usually: programming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night: chatted with Sara :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I only had: the power to turn into a dragon, that&apos;d be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I go to church: Jesus will show up at my door step with a gun pointed at my head and we&apos;ll fight to the death &lt;br /&gt;in an empty field of grass and we&apos;ll be ninjas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terry Schiavo: Needed to die, being a vegitable is hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head left, I see: a television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I turn my head right, I see: a window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I&apos;m lying when: I say I&apos;m lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was a character written by Shakespeare, I&apos;d be: ......a ninja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year: I&apos;ll be playing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A better name for me would be: Jacob, because that&apos;s my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding: The crap that religious people tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever go back to school I&apos;ll: be a graduate student going for my masters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like you if: I hang out with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award, the first person I&apos;d thank would be: My penis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darwin, Mozart, Slim Pickens &amp; Geraldine Ferraro: Scientist, musician, your momma and some guy I never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my advice, never: stick your dick in a hole in the wall *shutter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal breakfast is: cerial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song I love, but do not have is: Is not a song that I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you visit my hometown, I suggest: chill out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulips, character flaws, microchips &amp; track stars: all involve the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why won&apos;t anyone: stop being stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend the night at my house: You better be Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d stop my wedding for: ...I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world could do without: stupidity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Dude, I&apos;d never do that, that&apos;s fucking sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite blonde is: Sara :D (she has blond streaks, those count!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper clips are more useful than: monkeys with typewriters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I do anything well, it&apos;s: program&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way: ©Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, DAMN MUTHAFUCKA I JUST MADE THE DEAN&apos;S LIST, HOW THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 May 2005 03:18:18 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Hey buddy, can&apos;t sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;You want to talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;talk about what?&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t. Everyone asks to talk about it, noone ever knows what &quot;it&quot; is...Not even the one that has &quot;it&quot; on his/her mind.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m here to listen.&lt;br /&gt;Isn&apos;t that always the next thing to say?&lt;br /&gt;Where&apos;s the conversation?&lt;br /&gt;It&apos;s no conversation without a feedback.&lt;br /&gt;You know you always ask everyone else what&apos;s wrong but you never show that something&apos;s wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;Well, is there anything wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know. I never know if something&apos;s really wrong with me. I have these feelings without meanings sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m human and I don&apos;t have a reason. I have feelings with no triggers, I am still illogical. I am still human.&lt;br /&gt;That&apos;s why we aren&apos;t robots, it&apos;s because we can&apos;t explain the obvious, only the complex is trivial to us.&lt;br /&gt;Go to bed.</description>
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