<?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-7645982</id><updated>2011-08-01T18:44:19.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's blog, blog, blog!</title><subtitle type='html'>My friend Matt started a blog about a week ago and I made fun of him.  My friend Tim made a blog yesterday and I made fun of him.  I made my blog today.  Bring it on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112823404677270137</id><published>2005-10-01T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:20:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to release your bated breath</title><content type='html'>Possibly coming soon: A college-themed blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Because, let's face it, you're all dying to know how it's going...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112823404677270137?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112823404677270137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112823404677270137' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112823404677270137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112823404677270137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-to-release-your-bated-breath.html' title='time to release your bated breath'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112460671529319932</id><published>2005-08-20T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T23:45:15.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping... very... still...</title><content type='html'>Here I sit in my little corner of the dining room upstairs, in my usual seat with my usual headphones on my usual laptop.  Everything is the same except for one minor detail... the blinds that usually separate me from the window to my left and therefore the outside world are completely missing.  When I peek out I see blackness and my reflection, but I know if it were light out I would be able to see the house across the yard from ours.  All their lights are out, so they're probably sleeping, but it's kinda creepy to think that they could totally see me if they wanted to.  Heck, if all the lights are out in my house, I get a little creeped out then, too.  So if I were them, I wouldn't bother standing still long enough to spy at the neighbor before feeling my way to my room.  Even if they did notice the obvious glow from my laptop screen, I'm not interesting enough to spy on... am I?  Ok, time for bed!  (But self, you're not tired!)  Quiet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112460671529319932?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112460671529319932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112460671529319932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112460671529319932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112460671529319932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/08/keeping-very-still.html' title='Keeping... very... still...'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112435163244004464</id><published>2005-08-18T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:53:52.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Inexpensive Petroleum?</title><content type='html'>Jealous?  It's ok, you can admit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/1600/000_0219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/320/000_0219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I am the proud bearer of a Jiffy Lube VIP Card.  That's right, I can save $5 on every Signature Service Oil Change!  Ok, I'll admit it... I'm blogging just to blog.  Thanks for reading.  I'll do a better blog soon.  I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112435163244004464?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112435163244004464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112435163244004464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112435163244004464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112435163244004464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-inexpensive-petroleum.html' title='Very Inexpensive Petroleum?'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112373744196129125</id><published>2005-08-10T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T22:17:33.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm... disgusting</title><content type='html'>Here am I with a green pepper from a piece of pizza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/1600/104_1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/1600/104_10311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/320/104_1031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't eat it of course... Gross. I also picked off the onions, olives, mushrooms, and other healthy-looking things before I ate the crust and pepperoni that remained. Is it wrong of me to still be so picky with my food at this age? I mean, I'm not really missing out on anything (besides nutrition). I choose not to eat them because I simply don't like the taste. Icky. What about you, few and faithful readers? What foods do you dislike that you've never really liked (but probably should)? Commence comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112373744196129125?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112373744196129125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112373744196129125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112373744196129125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112373744196129125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/08/mmm-disgusting.html' title='Mmm... disgusting'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112364184656740859</id><published>2005-08-09T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:53:39.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Blog!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so basically it's the same ol' blog with a different auto-template. Well, I'll give myself a little more credit than that. I changed the names of the sidebar menu items and changed my screen name, among other little things. I spent a few hours tweaking the template and realized that if I ever want to customize the actual look of the template, I'm gonna have to take a class or something. It's confusing stuff. Oh well, it's still fun to mess with, so stay tuned for future tweaks! On second thought, you probably don't care all that much what my blog looks like. Well, I do. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112364184656740859?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112364184656740859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112364184656740859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112364184656740859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112364184656740859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/08/brand-new-blog.html' title='Brand New Blog!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112355516805163019</id><published>2005-08-08T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T19:42:01.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Un-proved!</title><content type='html'>So I'm looking in the pantry for something to eat, and I come upon these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/320/104_0973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was too hungry to care about the disclaimer at the time, but I still found it somewhat unsettling. I don't remember ever being disappointed with the taste of those Doritos in the past... what did they have to improve on? Dorito-newcomers may see this bag and think "Well, it looks like they messed up earlier, how do I know these don't taste bad, too?" or veteran Dorito-eaters may not want an improvement made on a taste they used to like. Either way, I didn't notice a difference.&lt;br /&gt;They were stale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112355516805163019?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112355516805163019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112355516805163019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112355516805163019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112355516805163019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-and-un-proved.html' title='New and Un-proved!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112305300065238572</id><published>2005-08-03T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T00:10:00.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts and coughing</title><content type='html'>Someday soon, I want to redesign the layout of my blog.  I have a newfound interest in updating it regularly and I want to change the look of it and maybe the theme of it before I go to college next month.  Maybe I'll start a college-themed blog.  Nah, I'll just stick to posting random things about my life.  Why not.  They've been successful in the past (hey, you're reading this now, aren't you?).  Well, I planned on blogging tonight about random things but that's all I can think of.  I have a feeling this cold medicine isn't going to kick in until I go to sleep.  I don't think I'll remember writing this when I wake up early to go to work tomorrow.  Bottom line: as soon as I take the time to figure out how, I'm going to transform my blog into something pleasing to the eye, with semi-regular posts that are posted in the interest of humor to reward readers for stopping by.  Or maybe not.  Ah heck... rule #1: when you're hungry, don't go shopping or you will buy way too much.  Rule #2: when you're sick and dead tired, don't go blogging or you will type way too much until it sounds right, but it never will, so don't even start.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112305300065238572?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112305300065238572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112305300065238572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112305300065238572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112305300065238572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/08/random-thoughts-and-coughing.html' title='random thoughts and coughing'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112294766844744097</id><published>2005-08-01T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T18:54:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>Welp, I got back from Creation yesterday. Highlight, you ask? Meeting Reese Roper, lead singer of one of my favorite bands (Roper), and former lead singer of his old bands, Brave Saint Saturn and Five Iron Frenzy. &lt;a href="http://www.roperisdumb.com"&gt;www.roperisdumb.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/1600/103_0145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7159/480/320/103_0145.jpg" 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/7645982-112294766844744097?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112294766844744097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112294766844744097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112294766844744097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112294766844744097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/08/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-112236491411113387</id><published>2005-07-26T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T01:01:54.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found a letter that said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm sorry that you were asleep when I wrote these words down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'd think I ought to be used to that by now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Save for a few of those late night episodes, missed opportunities and "I don't cares",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's not a lot that I feel obliged to share or talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll have my brother stop by this Saturday to pick up my things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just make sure you're not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This may sound bad and don't take it the wrong way:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love you, however...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You hold me down... you hold me down... you hold me down... you hold me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the echoes of my everything, you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the laziness of afternoon, you're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will I break the news to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will I break the news to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cancel our dinner with Max and Coraline,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feed Jackie's gerbil and try to stay clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We'll talk it over after I've had some time alone to sort it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You hold me down... you hold me down... you hold me down... you hold me down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the echoes of my everything, you're the emptiness the whole world sings at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the laziness of afternoon, you're the reason why I burst and why I bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the leaky sink of sentiment, you're the failed attempts I never could forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're the metaphors I can't create to comprehend this curse that I call love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will I break the news to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will I break the news to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will I break the news to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How will I break the news to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-112236491411113387?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/112236491411113387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=112236491411113387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112236491411113387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/112236491411113387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2005/07/hold-me-down.html' title='Hold Me Down'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-110214183206347642</id><published>2004-12-03T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T22:30:32.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!  *cheerlarity ensues*</title><content type='html'>Greetings, fellow bloggers.  As you can see, I am updating my blog.  Hope you're happy.  Anywho, I agree that I should've done this a while ago, so here we go.  Hmm... Wednesday was like the busiest day I've had in a very, very long time.  I wrote up a quick essay in order to apply for the UW and I sent it in around 11:30 pm.  I felt pretty confident with it and I'm looking forward to hearing from them.  I was gonna do SPU's application to qualify for Early Action, but I didn't have time, plus I'm gonna chance it, cuz I want to go to either UW or SU, SPU is just my safety.  So I did UW's app., and I also had to finish my business final project.  Oh speaking of, yesterday i was at work and i all of a sudden remembered that I completely spaced a college appointment i had for wednesday, but it's all good... i just went after school today.  blah, tomorrow i have to go to work at 8 am... i should probably go to bed soon... my teeth hurt... curse you, sour skittles!!  Tonight i went to the basketball game and hung out with tim, cody, colin, and andy, which was cool cuz i hardly see andy anymore.  Hopefully we'll start to hang out more... yep... well, i'm goin to bed... i'm really tired and therefore i probably forgot to write about something i'm sure all of you will not be able to live without hearing (reading)... so... i'll follow up as soon as somebody reminds me... adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-110214183206347642?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/110214183206347642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=110214183206347642' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/110214183206347642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/110214183206347642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-back-cheerlarity-ensues.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!  *cheerlarity ensues*'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109963556843630146</id><published>2004-11-04T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T22:19:28.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker 101</title><content type='html'>so i'm trying to see how long i can go without doing any work in my english class.  i'm doing so primarily because i plain don't want to do work, but also because i've simply come to realize how easy it is to do nothing.  a month ago the class started to read oedipus the king, but i was one of three students who was given a different play to read (medea) since we had read oedipus last year.  since the whole class was reading a different play, what motivation did i have to read medea?  last monday (3 days ago), an essay was due for both the oedipus and medea groups, but as of now i still haven't even read the play.  i started to write a crappy essay tonight, but i decided i didn't want to.  i'll just make up some excuse if he asks me, but he probably won't.  he has this idea that i'm an excellent student, so he never talks to me about my work.  also, yesterday we spent the entire block period in the library in order to write a personal statement for college applications.  oh yeah, that's right... i haven't done it... go rebel justin, go... if only all my classes were this easy.  now if you'll excuse me, i still have one more calculus problem to do.  (or maybe i won't!  MWA HA HA HA HA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109963556843630146?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109963556843630146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109963556843630146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109963556843630146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109963556843630146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/11/slacker-101.html' title='slacker 101'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109929147577406901</id><published>2004-10-31T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T22:44:35.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>ah, great weekend.  on friday i went to tim's and we watched tommy boy, greg the bunny, and some of the scariest movie moments of all time.  that was fun.  after that we went to safeway to get jojo's and we saw andy and whitney and miranda and amanda there.  then we went to the football game, and afterwards we went to miranda's w/ whit, brittany, courtney, and ben.  she has one cool house, i tell you what.  coolest sink i have ever seen.  we watched a couple movies (not the best movies i've ever seen, but it was fun to just hang out), and went home late.  yesterday i went to silverdale with my dad to get a digital camera, but we didn't find the one i wanted, so i just got a cd (minus the bear, i finally found it, and in best buy of all places!).  then later i went to the concert(s) at the legion.  i'd never been to any local concerts and it was pretty cool.  the bands went from sucky to awesome and i want to go again sometime, but i'm going along with whitney and miranda's promise to never go to one once we graduate.... there were so many losers who should be in college or at least far away.  i don't want to be like them.  well, either in college or doing something with there life is what i should say.  so i said it.  ok, today i went to church and then work and then home and then the young life "AWESOMETASTIC HALLOWEEN PARTY!!".  i dressed as, you guessed it, napoleon dynamite.  right away these 2 girls recognized me and were screaming and laughing and it was great.  then these guys shouted "napoleon!!" and i just kinda smiled and waved.  it's funny how either people look and turn away cuz they don't get it, or they freak out cuz they've seen the movie.  so later i got up stage for the "most creative costume" contest.  people stood in a line and the guy put a mic in front of you and i said "umm... i'm napoleon dynamite" and i was surprised at how many people cheered.  anyway, i won that and got a certificate for free breadsticks and pop, and then miranda and whitney started chanting "dance! dance!", so i defied my conscience and did a little napoleon dance. the rest of the party was alright, except that whitneys brother and cousin were bugging the crap outta me.  earlier i pushed jordan down to the floor and i swear that if jj poked me with his pitchfork one more time i was gonna punch him in the face. other than that it was pretty fun.  now i'm slacking on my homework and cringing from the pain in my back.  freakin' spider bites.  if i don't turn into spider-man soon then i'm gonna be pissed.  see ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109929147577406901?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109929147577406901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109929147577406901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109929147577406901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109929147577406901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109842131532878558</id><published>2004-10-21T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T22:01:55.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, childhood...</title><content type='html'>Well, this is it... the final evening of being a kid.  I'm kinda nervous because there's so many things I could be doing or should do tomorrow to make it the best birthday ever.  Well, it probably will be anyways, but when I was younger, I was really into the details of my birthday.  I would always calculate exactly how many days old I was and think about how weird it was that I was a year older.  Now that I'm going to be 18 tomorrow, things will be kinda different, but I don't think I want to dwell on it too much.  Sure, I will buy scratch tickets and vote and whatever else I'm allowed to and want to do, but I know I won't feel different, so I shouldn't be so dramatic.  I've thought that perhaps I should act more mature, but I would just be faking it, and besides, even acting mature would still be acting.  I am whoever I am all the time.  I think Alex, a guy I work with who's 18, put it best when he said that when you're 17, you act like a 12-year-old, and when you turn 18, the only thing different is you'll act like a 12-year-old in a casino.  So that's that... I'm just gonna keep being who I am and take advantage of what I'm allowed to do when I'm 18, but I won't change to fit my age.  So with that out of mind, I'm going to have the best day ever tomorrow.  w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109842131532878558?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109842131532878558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109842131532878558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109842131532878558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109842131532878558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/10/goodbye-childhood.html' title='Goodbye, childhood...'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109763889673475962</id><published>2004-10-12T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:41:36.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>justpoleon dynaskins ... flippin' SWEET!</title><content type='html'>Ah, today was great.  It was the long-awaited nerd day at school, and the day I have been planning on dressing up as Napoleon Dynamite.  I got up at 5 a.m. to prepare (it didn't take me that long, I also just wanted to get to the ASB meeting early to avoid having a full classroom be the first ones to see me in costume... embarrassing...).  Yesterday I bought some (semi-) cheap reading glasses from Don's Pharmacy and I smashed out the lenses with a hammer, and they were perfect for Napoleon glasses.  Along with those, I had my "Vote for Pedro" shirt, my dad's black watch, some jeans, and some black moonboots.  I also blow-dried my hair to the perfect degree of messyness.  I was radiant with awesomeness.  So I got to school like 20 minutes before the meeting started and was the first one there.  Before I actually got to school I was pretty nervous because embarrassment is my worst fear ever, but I just kept telling myself that I'm a senior and if I don't do this now then I never will.  Before I left the house, Jared saw me in costume and he laughed even though he was half-asleep, which is a sure sign that I looked funny and therefore like Napoleon.  So anyways, back to school.  Miranda and Whitney liked my costume and other people commented on it too.  Trouble was, though, that nobody had seen the dang movie except for me and Whitney and Miranda and Tim and Jared... finally some kid said that movie was awesome and Ingrid said the same thing.  It was good to finally get some recognition.  Then in CWP I had to give a presentation on Ralph Nader, so I taped the name "Ralph" over Pedro.  It was great, except people who hadn't seen the movie started calling me Pedro.  For shame!  When school ended I had to go to work, so I changed back into my normal shoes, threw an overshirt over the Pedro shirt, and went to work, but my hair was still messy so they were teasing me about it all day.  Yep, that's what happened.  Earlier Tim asked me if I would do it again, and yeah, I would... but only if I went back in time.  If tomorrow was another nerd day, I wouldn't do it.  The novelty would've worn off and people still wouldn't get it.  If more people had seen it, it would have been great.  Maybe I'll be Napoleon again for Halloween ... YOU'VE BEEN WARNED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109763889673475962?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109763889673475962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109763889673475962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109763889673475962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109763889673475962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/10/justpoleon-dynaskins-flippin-sweet.html' title='justpoleon dynaskins ... flippin&apos; SWEET!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109712573698954968</id><published>2004-10-06T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T22:08:56.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yay music yay</title><content type='html'>Good evening for music in justin's world... I've been checking Brand New's website every day for like the last however many months, looking for any news regarding their new album whenever the heck they decide to put that out... and finally a change today!  In the news section, they put "New site coming soon", which is promising... also, i remembered a band that i like, Brave Saint Saturn, and checked out their website, which is still as sucky as last year, so I figured they were no more, since it was just a side project of Five Iron Frenzy, which I never could bring myself to like cuz I'm not a fan of ska (sorry, mark).  I don't know what it is... i guess it all just sounds the same to me.  So brave saint saturn is like five iron frenzy minus the ska part, and with a space-techno rock theme thingy... so i went to five iron frenzy's website looking for some news on what the main dude is up to, and there was a link to yet another band he made, called roper... i listened to some of their stuff and it's awesome... it's the same guy from five iron frenzy and brave saint saturn, without the ska and weird space theme, respectively... except now his band has a mullet, hillbilly-like theme... can't he just have a normal band?  oh well... listen on, people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109712573698954968?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109712573698954968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109712573698954968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109712573698954968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109712573698954968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/10/yay-music-yay.html' title='yay music yay'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109678166661446883</id><published>2004-10-02T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T22:34:26.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self</title><content type='html'>must attend sparta concert, november 29th at the showbox&lt;br /&gt;who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109678166661446883?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109678166661446883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109678166661446883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109678166661446883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109678166661446883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/10/note-to-self.html' title='note to self'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109676730476209818</id><published>2004-10-02T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T18:48:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>licorice and crazy dreams</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was so frustrated in calculus... I got my test back with a C+, which is better than an F any day, but it's obviously still sub-par. Plus the whole time Tim and Whitney were talking about colleges, which I hate doing because every time people mention something about college I freak out about how i need to start visiting some, how my grades are going down, how i'm still not exactly sure where i want to go or why i need a letter of recommendation or how i'm going to pay for it and i get all stressed out. But in accounting i apologized to whitney and talked with her and she made me feel better about the whole thing so that was that. And we were starving so during our break we bought scary cakes (with S'CREAM filling!!) and pop tarts. After that we went to lunch and then photography. It took me the whole period to (still forget what it's called, so i'll say "print") my first photo, since i'm a huge perfectionist. I did one with a spot of sunlight going through the trees. A lot of people said they liked it, but i wasn't so sure of it... i kinda wanted to do a picture of &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt;, not just trees... but maybe i'll do another one on monday. Then after school I went and visited Steve at his new store, where he and his friend were hooking up these two big screen TV's. It looks cool cuz you can see it from the street and i want to see them on one time at night, it would be awesome... so i talked to him for a bit and watched a little spider-man, then went to the bank. Then i went to my dad's work to get some big paper so i can make newsletters for my boss for community service hours. He offered me the job for his .. i dunno what to call it... well, it's Trout Unlimited, which like protects streams or something.... go to the website if you really care... Later I went to the football game and sat with whitney and tim. We kicked butt and i re-realized how much i like to watch football games. Then whitney went home cuz she was tired and i decided to go along with tim to San Juan Baptist to hang out for a bit like i did once last year. I knew there was a Halo tournament, and i thought i would just go and hang out, cuz i suck at halo.. but when i got there there were hardly any people there so i grabbed a controller and played.. there were two big screens and it was cool cuz i've never done that before.. i sucked but luckily nobody yelled at me for bringing down their team in a flippin' video game... after that tim and i played ping pong, and i drank a mountain dew and ate a ton of licorice (red vines, of course... none of that fake plastic twizzlers crap!)... then i went home. Weird thought... i swear my nose was messed up or my sense of smell was heightened, and i blamed it on the licorice for some reason, cuz i could smell everything really strongly or something (sorry, it's hard to describe it the day after...), but maybe it was just allergies or sinuses something. Then i went to bed kinda early. Ok, you know how when you take cough medicine or something before you go to bed and it messes with your dreams? that totally happened to me last night... I had a dream i was in disneyland or something with a group of people, and i broke into this house, which was the recording studio for some kid's puppet show. I jumped out and screamed at the lady controlling the puppets "YOUR SHOW IS BORING!!" or something... and i mighta been in my underwear (sorry, too much info i know)... anyways, i ran away and busted out of a window and tried to escape but the house was surrounded by a fence... somehow i got out and there was mr. kent, and i talked to him for a while, then in the newspaper the next day was a story of somebody breaking in to the house, so i tried to avoid getting caught.... and that's all i'm going to say... i don't really remember much else except for me hopping through barbed wire at one point and joining the army or something... i love messed up dreams... they're awesome... *ahem*, anyways... Today i went to silverdale and bought green day and the presidents "freaked out and small".... i almost bought a glassjaw cd too, but i decided to keep looking for it on ebay cuz it's bound to come up for cheap sometime soon... green day probably won't cuz it's recent and i've looked for the PUSA cd on ebay but it's never on there... now i gotta work on my english project, which is teaching the class about the history of literature in China. I was totally gonna have the class write haikus, but I looked them up this morning, and.... THEY'RE JAPANESE!!! GAH!!! so that plan went down the drain. But I think I have another plan... Mr. Pierson said that if we don't give a good enough presentation or if we "don't mean it" or whatever he's talking about, he's gonna make us do it again. So i'm gonna do a sort of timeline on a poster board and try to make it nice and fancy, so that even if he thinks it's not good enough, he won't make me do it again after seeing how long i spent working on the poster... of course, i won't work on it long at all, but he won't know that. I hate that class, yet i love it... we hardly get any work, yet when we do it's beyond retarded... Ok, well.... commence comments. Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109676730476209818?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109676730476209818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109676730476209818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109676730476209818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109676730476209818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/10/licorice-and-crazy-dreams.html' title='licorice and crazy dreams'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109582162674934052</id><published>2004-09-21T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:42:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a two-week long hiatus, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back... Nitsuj Sniksah!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Title! Thank you, thank you... really, thanks a lot... hi, thanks... yes, thank you, thank you... haha, how ya doin'... alright, settle down people... we gotta great show for you tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, long time no bloggage. Bloggage. That is the coolest word I have ever typed. Alright, let me first begin by filling in my faithful readers (you know who you are) with what I've been up to lately. Well, not much. School and work and Kingdom of Loathing. Moving on, let me talk about today. After getting up early to go to the ASB meeting, I sat through the ASB meeting. Then I talked to Mr. V. to see if he could translate some Calculus into English for me. (Tim, if you make a "staying after class for extra credit" joke, I will... um... siphon gas from your Jeep). So I think I did a good job on the quiz, but we'll see. English was boring and pointless as crap once again, but the no-work thing is still a plus. After school I went to Safeway to get a Mountain Dew Code Orange (don't question me, ok... there's Code Red, Code Green, Code Greenish Taco Bell Crap, Code Orange, and the newly formulated Code Black), and I got another free cap. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY... Then I went to work and met the kid that we hired in Steve's place. He's quiet and we didn't get to talk much and he wears glasses and he has a strange tattoo on his arm. More updates on him at a later date. I found out that W, T, F we're closing at 5 so I get to leave work early. yay. I was on a roll, but i've reached that point where i'm bored of blogging. andy! invite me to play hexic! you're not "busy", you lazy bum! come on! oh, yeah.... adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109582162674934052?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109582162674934052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109582162674934052' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109582162674934052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109582162674934052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/09/after-two-week-long-hiatus-ladies-and.html' title='After a two-week long hiatus, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back... Nitsuj Sniksah!!!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109452615926159956</id><published>2004-09-06T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T19:35:24.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's labor day and my grandpa just ate seven (freakin') hot dogs</title><content type='html'>Not really, it's from a blink song... anywho, today was a good conclusion to our summer break. I went to Whitney's and we drove to the Kala Point pool, but on the way Whitney kept saying how nervous she was because we don't live in Kala Point and we couldn't remember how we got access to the pool last time. We got there and walked to the door, and saw a sign that said we needed a key to get in and remembered that last time we borrowed one from her sister Melissa. So we ran back to the car and went back to her house. We tried to swim in her pool, but the water was gaspingly freezing cold, so we decided on the hot tub. That wasn't turned on, so we turned it on and waited for it to heat up. That took forever so in the meantime, we went to town. We got hot dogs, went to fort worden, got ice cream, went to swain's and don's pharmacy, went to the bayview, went to qfc and got Sobes, went back to the hot tub, went back to the bayview, came to my house, then she went home. Now i gotta get my stuff ready for school and go to bed somewhat early. I don't really mind anymore that school's tomorrow... senior year shouldn't be too bad... it'll be fun i s'pose... what i do mind though is how my dad is so freakin' dramatic all the time. "Get off the computer at 8 so you can get your school stuff ready and fill out this permission slip to use the school computers!" .... like anybody really cares about it... "What time are you going to bed tonight?" ... "I don't know.." ... "Then I guess I'm telling you when!!"... man, when i have kids, i'm gonna be so nice and understanding... if they want to stay up late when they know fully well they have school the next day, who cares... they'll be tired and it won't affect me at all... being dramatic only puts more pressure on himself... *sigh*... adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109452615926159956?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109452615926159956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109452615926159956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109452615926159956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109452615926159956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/09/its-labor-day-and-my-grandpa-just-ate.html' title='it&apos;s labor day and my grandpa just ate seven (freakin&apos;) hot dogs'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109437132858982922</id><published>2004-09-05T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:02:08.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i would kill to find the rewind button</title><content type='html'>Tonight I went to the drive-in.  Tomorrow night is the last night of it for the summer, also known as the most depressing night of the year.  Nothing depresses me more than the end of summer.  I like fall, sure... but there's just something about the freedom slipping away and not being able to lay down and watch an outdoor movie or do whatever the heck we want all day that gets me down more than anything.  I absolutely hate this feeling inside me that nothing will ever be the same after high school.  It makes me want to cry, but I also feel stupid because I know I'm being ridiculous.  I should go to bed before my thoughts get me into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109437132858982922?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109437132858982922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109437132858982922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109437132858982922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109437132858982922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-would-kill-to-find-rewind-button.html' title='i would kill to find the rewind button'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109434416978996594</id><published>2004-09-04T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T17:29:29.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored out of my mind</title><content type='html'>My parents are out of town and Whitney's hanging out with her friend.  I am home alone and completely bored.  I am so very hungry but also too lazy to find something to eat.  I think Whitney tried to call me a few minutes ago but she had crappy service so I couldn't hear her.  Maybe she was gonna invite me to dinner.  I may never know.  I am completely alone and I have absolutely no desire to do anything with what I have in the house.  I'm hungry.  *sigh*... somebody come over!  please!  anybody!  i'm dyin' here!  see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109434416978996594?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109434416978996594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109434416978996594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109434416978996594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109434416978996594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/09/bored-out-of-my-mind.html' title='bored out of my mind'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109399898936955526</id><published>2004-08-31T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T17:36:29.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of an ebay addict</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have developed a new hobby: I search for super cheap CD's on eBay.  So far I've bought the Offspring, Queens of the Stone Age, and the Presidents of the USA, all for under $5 (bid + shipping).  That's my limit, 5 dollars.  I'm not sure why I really gave myself a limit... I guess to reserve bragging rights or something... Used or not, $5 is a great price to pay for a CD.  At Quimper, used cd's run around 8-9 bucks, and at least 8 bucks at Wherehouse.  I'm getting great deals at eBay, although I've broken my own little saying, which is "It may be cheap, but it's cheaper to not buy it at all", which I say to talk somebody out of buying something they totally don't need, but they want to just cuz it's cheap.  Oh well... maybe this is just something I will grow tired of... but in the meantime I'm filling up my 208-cd case and justifying me buying the huge one.  (Hmm... that's a sucky conclusion....) umm... HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109399898936955526?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109399898936955526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109399898936955526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109399898936955526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109399898936955526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/confessions-of-ebay-addict.html' title='confessions of an ebay addict'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109340454776223885</id><published>2004-08-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T20:29:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay kids, here's the only surefire way to avoid a ticket of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/1545/320/008_5A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/225/1545/200/008_5A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109340454776223885?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109340454776223885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109340454776223885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109340454776223885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109340454776223885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/okay-kids-heres-only-surefire-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109340080198912335</id><published>2004-08-24T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T19:26:41.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>recommended blog</title><content type='html'>Today I noticed there's a link at the top of my blog that lets me randomly surf through other people's blogs, and I came across this one:  &lt;a href="http://beatdown.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://beatdown.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.  I like it, it's kinda like maddox except with simpler topics (not that maddox is rocket science, but this site is the condensed version).  Check it out if you have time... I'm sure you can agree with a bunch of stuff this guy's talkin about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;If you stand there like a cow in the field chewing it's cud as the door proximity detector goes off (you're blocking the infrared beam, dummy), annoying the ENTIRE restaraunt, you deserve a plate to the head&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109340080198912335?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109340080198912335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109340080198912335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109340080198912335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109340080198912335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/recommended-blog.html' title='recommended blog'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109330909168170238</id><published>2004-08-23T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T17:58:11.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying a problem-free moment</title><content type='html'>It always seems like there's some problem in my life.  At least one.  There's always something in the corner of my mind; I haven't finished a huge school assignment, I still need to call my boss and ask him for a week off, I can't find my wallet... stuff like that that I put off and cringe whenever I think of them (all of those were just examples).  Up until a few minutes ago, my problem was trying to convince my dad to let me go to the UW.  He wasn't not letting me, it's just that he kept trying to get me to be interested in Western since it costs less.  For the past few days I've been putting together a little argument, gathering up ammunition to use in my final effort to persuade him, like how the costs between the two are actually very close.  But just a couple minutes ago, he came downstairs and asked me if I knew how much it would cost to go to UW.  I showed him, and showed him how it was close to WWU's tuition.  He had this idea that "UW's tuition raises as much as it can each year", but when I showed him that this year's and last year's tuition was only $600 apart, that theory went out the window.  Then he told me that he wasn't going to stand in the way of what college I go to, as long as I work out financial aid and scholarship stuff.  Yay.  I would celebrate but all I've eaten today is birthday cake and I'm too starving to move anything but my fingers.  See ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109330909168170238?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109330909168170238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109330909168170238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109330909168170238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109330909168170238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/enjoying-problem-free-moment.html' title='enjoying a problem-free moment'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109298991163197287</id><published>2004-08-20T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T01:18:31.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar and sparta and stupidity, oh my!</title><content type='html'>YAY!!!  apparently there is a new flavor of mountain dew floating around somewheres called "mountain dew: pitch black"... mountain dew with grape flavoring... i must try some... i just bid again on ebay for a sparta live cd with a sticker... the auction ends in 9 hours and i will be one happy something if i win... tomorrow i'm going to silverdale and i want to buy several cd's: the presidents 2, minus the bear, and q &amp; not u... those last 2 will end up being impulse buys because i just discovered them today... i just feel like buying cd's... minus the bear appeals to me because they have long creative titles that have nothing to do with the songs themselves, just like brand new, so they must sound like brand new, right?  Yes.  Correct.  What else... hmm... i'm tired as crap and my mom is telling me to go to bed... not because she wants me to or because she thinks i should, but because she's a parent... whatever... why the CRAP am i still awake.... see ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109298991163197287?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109298991163197287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109298991163197287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109298991163197287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109298991163197287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/sugar-and-sparta-and-stupidity-oh-my.html' title='sugar and sparta and stupidity, oh my!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109281625598119759</id><published>2004-08-18T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T01:04:15.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail to the Presidents</title><content type='html'>Today I bought the new Presidents of the United States of America CD called "Love Everybody".  It's just a really fun CD that's not too hardcore or mellow, which is obvious if you've ever heard of the Presidents... it's got funny lyrics and is great just for hanging-out-and-doing-nothing-aka-driving music.  Like Napoleon Dynamite, I don't know how anybody could dislike it, and therefore, I recommend it to everyone and their mom.  On a somewhat similar note, I'm gonna make a little note to myself and my readers so's I don't forget: I want to go to the Switchfoot concert on October 11 at the Moore Theatre.  Yay!  Some more things I'm looking forward to that you most definitely care about: Relient K's new CD hopefully on November 2nd, Brand New's new CD (their website says they're recording in September... so I dunno when it'll be out... anybody know the gap between recording and having it in my hands?)... Finch's new CD around New Year's... hmm... that's all I can think of for now... the drive-in on Saturday I'm looking forward to as well... hopefully tomorrow I'll conjure up more things to hope for.  Until then, I'm looking forward to a cold glass of milk and slumber.  'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109281625598119759?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109281625598119759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109281625598119759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109281625598119759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109281625598119759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/hail-to-presidents.html' title='Hail to the Presidents'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109211212525284246</id><published>2004-08-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T21:46:44.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>almost done tying the noose...</title><content type='html'>holy CRAP... i went to the mountain dew site, and the friggin' mini fridge is sold out... why do they hate me... all this freakin mountain dew rotting my innards for NOTHING... ah well... i don't need a fridge anyway... i'll just pick out something else... the wall light is pretty cool... couple 'a duffle bags on there... a blanket... i'll just pick something else out... i've been working for months and literally digging through garbage trying to earn enough points for that blasted fridge, but i won't let it get to me... let's think this through... if i got the fridge, i would have to clean my room in order to make room for it, and i don't wanna do that... the only time i'm ever in my room is the 2 minutes preceding and following my nightly slumber, and i wouldn't drink anything in that time... it woulda been cool for college, i s'pose... but maybe they're already provided... my dorm at CWU had one, and the room was crappy even... i'll pick something else out instead... all is well... at least i can stop drinking the stuff now... i doubt i ever will again... i think i've done the unthinkable... i have gotten sick of mountain dew! blah, and good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109211212525284246?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109211212525284246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109211212525284246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109211212525284246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109211212525284246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/almost-done-tying-noose.html' title='almost done tying the noose...'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109203890198383195</id><published>2004-08-09T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T01:08:21.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET 'ER DONE!!!</title><content type='html'>ah, the phrase that everybody kept repeating at Boys State while I had no clue what was going on.  Good ol' larry the cable guy.  I wonder... does that guy talk like that all the time?  What percentage of comedian's bits are true stories?  i mean, they claim they're all true, when obviously some aren't... Does Larry the cable guy go home at night to a wife and kids, or does he just sit at the end of his bed staring at the wall, talking in that low, redneck voice to himself all night?  The world may never know.  Speakin of boys state, i'm gonna go to the website and see if they added any more pictures.  if there's anything noteworthy, i'll report.  if not, i'm going to bed..  i feel sick..  adios...  GET 'ER DONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109203890198383195?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109203890198383195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109203890198383195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109203890198383195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109203890198383195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/get-er-done.html' title='GET &apos;ER DONE!!!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109202476827170562</id><published>2004-08-08T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T21:12:48.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rambles in the brambles</title><content type='html'>yesterday was fun.  tim and i went bowling with our friends paul and timmy.  we saw napoleon dynamite, which is the funniest movie ever.  i am so close to saying it's the best movie i've seen all summer, but i don't know. we snuck in a bunch of snacks in a backpack, and they nominated me as the carrier because i look the "most innocent" or something. they'll regret they said that. oh yes they will. so anyways, i got the nickname backpack which is cool by me.  we also went bowling and i bowled a 172, which i'm going to say is my best game ever.  one time on new year's i went bowling at like 3 in the morning with my youth group, and i was bowling with two other people on a lane.  they both decided they didn't want to bowl anymore, so soon i was bowling as three people, and i got so many strikes. but i never got to finish all three games.  if i was just bowling as one person, i would've had a huge score, but since i wasn't, i won't count that.  so it's official: my highest score is 172.  then other stuff happened.  sorry.  right now i'm super tired and i have a headache and i'm super hungry.  whitney comes home tomorrow after about two weeks of hiding away in the jungles of peru.  yay!  oh yeah... MARIE:  WHAT IS YOUR BLOG URL?  sorry, i'm not shouting... just want to make sure i get my question across :D .... ok then.... i think i'm gonna eat ice cream then play the getaway... commence comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109202476827170562?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109202476827170562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109202476827170562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109202476827170562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109202476827170562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/rambles-in-brambles.html' title='rambles in the brambles'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109167028722992310</id><published>2004-08-04T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T18:44:47.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my music</title><content type='html'>Ok, ladies and gentlemen.  Here it is: The long-awaited list of the greatest CD's ever to be made... in my little world.  If you don't have them, buy them.  If you can't afford them, steal them.  Drumroll, please... *Ahem* In no particular order, here are my top 3 favorite CD's (at the moment)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brand New, "Your Favorite Weapon"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;blink-182, "blink-182"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sparta, "Porcelain"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now don't get me wrong, I like all the CD's I have, but those three are definite standouts.  Which brings me to something else I've wanted to blog about... This year (as in school year, or whatever), I want to go to a lot of concerts.  I definitely want to go to a Brand New concert sometime, and Relient K if they go to the whereabouts of Seattle.  Blink might be a little too crazy, but maybe them too.  I just realized that I like concerts and I haven't been to as many as I'd like.  Hmm, right now I'm gonna go to the Showbox's website and comment on what I see... hold on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, absolutely nothing in the year 2004 interests me at the Showbox.  Hmm... what other venues are there?  Crap if I know... see, if i went to as many concerts as I should be going to, I would know these kinda things.  I'll research some more sometime.  Right now I'm gonna play poker over at good ol' pogo.com.  Your mission: buy my favorite CD's and comment on my blog.  Adieu.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109167028722992310?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109167028722992310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109167028722992310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109167028722992310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109167028722992310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-music.html' title='my music'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109134105034354951</id><published>2004-07-31T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:17:30.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hola bloggy</title><content type='html'>So I was drivin home tonight and i realized something pretty cool... this whole time i've been thinking that whitney gets back next wednesday, but i realized that wednesday is the day that she LEFT, so the 9th is actually next monday... so that was a cool surprise... like finding money in your coat pocket... like i should've known that, but didn't think of it at first... yep, anywho... i've seen 4 movies in the last 3 days which is pure crazy... hmm, what else... yeah, i'm trying not to duplicate what tim put in his blog cuz we did the same stuff today... marie's cool to hang out with... she's like one of the guys, just with really long hair ;) ... man, i have spent so much money lately... i'm kinda try to slow down... what exactly it is i'm saving for is beyond me though... well, i'll try to update tomorrow... buenas noches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109134105034354951?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109134105034354951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109134105034354951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109134105034354951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109134105034354951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/hola-bloggy.html' title='hola bloggy'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109108380976644895</id><published>2004-07-28T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T23:50:09.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to update</title><content type='html'>alright, i should probably update this once in a while just to keep it alive, so here goes... umm, yeah... hi... how goes it... i won $2.50 tonight playing poker, which is better than nothing i suppose... i got a book today called "why so many gods?" which is like a textbook explaining each religion which i find interesting, plus i'll probably be able to use it a lot in cwp next year... i woke up feeling sick this morning but i feel alright now... hopefully i won't feel sick in the morning again... it's weird, sleep either worsens your cold or makes it better... anybody else notice that?&amp;nbsp; i think it's retarded... like a submarine screen door... ah, random commentness... hmm, what am i doing tomorrow... working from 9:30-6 and then not a whole heck of a lot more... whitney's in peru until august 9th, just to visit her volleyball coach... oh well... more power to her... there's no turning back now i guess... alrighty, hopefully something remotely interesting happens tomorrow that i can blog about... and if not, i'll just blog about something random, which i pretty much do anyways... sayonara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109108380976644895?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109108380976644895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109108380976644895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109108380976644895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109108380976644895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/time-to-update.html' title='time to update'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109081577471884266</id><published>2004-07-25T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T21:22:54.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey hey!</title><content type='html'>yay, i'm back and stuff... creation was great and it was around 100 degrees the whole time... i think i'm a little tan, but i can't tell... i got 5 cd's, most of which i already had burned: a couple switchfoot, relient k, kutless, and this new band called hawk nelson... i've never heard of them, but they're pretty good... anyways, i want to post about this instead of commenting just so i have something else to blog about, but there was this drawing to win all sorts of musical crap, like an electric guitar or acoustic guitar, or mics or keyboards and lots of crazy crap... i entered to win a bass guitar and of course lost, but yeah, that would be crazy fun to start a band... ooo, i just remembered, i thought of a cool band name today... "the mailbox spiders"... actually it's kinda dorky, but kinda cool if you're weird like me... anybody else have tons of spiders and spiderwebs all over your freaking mailbox?&amp;nbsp; it's upsetting... anywho, i'm signin off and i'll comment on other ppl's blogs later on sometime... i'm kind of in a gaming mood right now, so that's where i'm heading.... commence comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109081577471884266?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109081577471884266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109081577471884266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109081577471884266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109081577471884266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/hey-hey-hey.html' title='hey hey hey!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109019937466035455</id><published>2004-07-18T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T18:09:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moozak</title><content type='html'>inspired by tim, here is a list of cd's that i want...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;make yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a crow left of the murder (the above 2 i already have burned, but i want the real ones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;two lefts don't make a right, but three do... (again, have burned but i'll probably buy it at creation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the wolf (dunno if it's as good as the first, but i'd like to give it a shot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kutless (probably a creation buy... i love that cd tent)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;beautiful letdown (creation)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yeah, any switchfoot cd pretty much&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some cd's that haven't been released but will be hopefully this year: brand new, finch (uhh... i thought there were more.... oh well)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;yep, there we go... i think i'll also shop around for a bigger cd holder... i have some cd's laying around my car unprotected, which isn't good cuz they could be exposed to the sun or those annoying people who like to sit down without looking... cheers&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(an english guy came in my work today and said cheers when he left... i thought he was cool... more people should say cheers...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109019937466035455?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109019937466035455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109019937466035455' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109019937466035455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109019937466035455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/moozak.html' title='moozak'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109013113942240486</id><published>2004-07-17T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:12:19.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best... milkshake... ever</title><content type='html'>ingredients: nerds, caramel/vanilla ice cream, milk, sour patch kids&lt;br /&gt;results: crazyness&lt;br /&gt;yummmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109013113942240486?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109013113942240486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109013113942240486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109013113942240486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109013113942240486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/best-milkshake-ever.html' title='best... milkshake... ever'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109011929853815789</id><published>2004-07-17T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T19:55:13.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>never expect anything</title><content type='html'>randomness is life. nothing will ever go as planned. things are only perfect in movies, and even then it takes months of rehearsal to complete them.&amp;nbsp; expecting something is more foolish than continuously lighting matches and&amp;nbsp;thrusting your hand into&amp;nbsp;gasoline. if you don't get burned now, you will soon. cherish the coincidental strokes of luck that pass you by because, well... they're passing you by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109011929853815789?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109011929853815789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109011929853815789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109011929853815789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109011929853815789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/never-expect-anything.html' title='never expect anything'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-109011041678711795</id><published>2004-07-17T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T17:26:56.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drive-in = summer</title><content type='html'>Tonight I think I'm going to the drive-in to see harry potter and I'm excited about that... not necessarily to see harry potter, but just to go to the drive-in... the drive-in really defines summer for me, and i've worked so much this summer that i need&amp;nbsp;a break to remind myself that we're still out of school and stuff...&amp;nbsp;so yeah... yay... commence comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-109011041678711795?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/109011041678711795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=109011041678711795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109011041678711795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/109011041678711795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/drive-in-summer.html' title='drive-in = summer'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-108995751119423608</id><published>2004-07-15T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T22:58:31.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must... stop... blogging...</title><content type='html'>Ok, last blog for the night, I swear... I just remembered something, though... I had a dream last night that I was talking to my old buddy Ruben, who moved away in 8th grade, and he said he was coming to visit for 5 days... which is really coincidental when compared to Brandon's sudden visit to town... maybe ruben's coming back sometime... that would be awesome... ruben's the man... ok, adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-108995751119423608?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/108995751119423608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=108995751119423608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108995751119423608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108995751119423608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/must-stop-blogging.html' title='must... stop... blogging...'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-108995704759029794</id><published>2004-07-15T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T22:50:47.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy happy joy joy</title><content type='html'>ahh... ok, i'm back... just want to gleam over my awesome day once again... sparta's new cd kicks 100% metaphorical butt (holy crap it's good), i'm going to Creation, whitney's coming home tomorrow (earlier than i thought before), I met with brandon again (totally freakin randomly awesome), and how dare I forget the free sandwich i got at subway... what else?&amp;nbsp; ah yes... pay day... watched "signs" at work and i'm pumped for "the village"... ahh,&amp;nbsp;this day ruled... whoa!&amp;nbsp; some other language in a sparta song!&amp;nbsp;freakin weird... sweet, sweet randomness... can't wait to see what happens tomorrow... see ya then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-108995704759029794?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/108995704759029794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=108995704759029794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108995704759029794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108995704759029794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='happy happy joy joy'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-108995332433464785</id><published>2004-07-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T21:48:44.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>successful something</title><content type='html'>Well, dinner was cool... kinda awkward though... I mean, it's nearly impossible to catch someone up on six missed years... Brandon and I just told a few funny stories and talked about our different towns and states and stuff (he lives in Virginia).&amp;nbsp; It was nice catching up a little bit and really cool to see him, but it'll never be like it used to be.&amp;nbsp;We haven't really grown apart, we're still pretty much the same guys... but at times we seemed like strangers... what happened in the past is in the past. There's nothing I'm sad about though... i'm glad i got to see him. that was completely cool and random. i hope we keep in touch.&amp;nbsp; alrighty then.... i'm gonna listen to my new cd and stuff... commence comments. (holy crap, that's an awesome phrase... i rule... DON'T STEAL IT).. ok.. *ahem*.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Commence Comments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-108995332433464785?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/108995332433464785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=108995332433464785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108995332433464785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108995332433464785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/successful-something.html' title='successful something'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-108993878041745914</id><published>2004-07-15T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T17:46:20.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WE LIKE THE MOON!!</title><content type='html'>Remember those Quizno's commercials with those little creepy awesome dudes? Check this out: &lt;a href="http://65.54.244.250/cgi-bin/linkrd?_lang=EN&amp;amp;lah=a1d4f86d125e4104cbb49efc1b862826&amp;amp;lat=1089938502&amp;amp;hm___action=http%3a%2f%2fwww%2erathergood%2ecom%2fmoon_song%2f" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.rathergood.com/moon_song/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-108993878041745914?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/108993878041745914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=108993878041745914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108993878041745914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108993878041745914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-like-moon.html' title='WE LIKE THE MOON!!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645982.post-108993468369696241</id><published>2004-07-15T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T16:38:03.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay! Holy crap! Yay!</title><content type='html'>The most random and crazy thing happened today.&amp;nbsp; I was at work (ok, I'm still at work), when this guy walked up to me and said "Hey, Justin?".&amp;nbsp; I said "Yeah?", then realized it was my friend Brandon, who I haven't seen in almost six years.&amp;nbsp; He looked totally different, yet kinda the same, if ya know what I mean.&amp;nbsp; This is an awkward age to meet up with someone after a long time cuz we've both grown up and changed so much.&amp;nbsp; So he and his family saw my mom at the store and she told them I was working here, and tonight we're going out to dinner with them.&amp;nbsp; It's gonna be so weird and cool at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Man, six years of stuff to talk about.&amp;nbsp; Crazy randomness... It's like in Castaway when he finally comes back and meets his ex-girl.&amp;nbsp; Except I thought that part sucked cuz they weren't that emotional.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping for like a "holy crap, you're alive!" type meeting.&amp;nbsp; lol... when I saw brandon all i said was "whoa....".&amp;nbsp; In other news, I got people to work for me so I could go to Creation.. yay!&amp;nbsp; and whitney's coming home tomorrow... yay!&amp;nbsp; and i finally got the new sparta cd today... yay!&amp;nbsp; nothing can ruin this day...&amp;nbsp;well... maybe if nobody comments on this... that would suck...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;see ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645982-108993468369696241?l=blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/feeds/108993468369696241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645982&amp;postID=108993468369696241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108993468369696241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645982/posts/default/108993468369696241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blogstinblogskins.blogspot.com/2004/07/yay-holy-crap-yay.html' title='Yay! Holy crap! Yay!'/><author><name>nitsuj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05820926976848289314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n1FobZ1sozM/R1IA86mEBxI/AAAAAAAAABw/1lijpNZRby0/S220/100_0568.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
