<?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-7089338</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:48:36.718-05:00</updated><category term='funk night'/><category term='detroit'/><title type='text'>What do i have to say?</title><subtitle type='html'>What I know is what I know even if I don't want to know it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-8787891926644881526</id><published>2009-03-30T02:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:00:24.504-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detroit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funk night'/><title type='text'>Detroit Funk Night: Ricky Calloway w/ Will Sessions Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqN2kPUbqJk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IqN2kPUbqJk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-8787891926644881526?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/8787891926644881526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=8787891926644881526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/8787891926644881526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/8787891926644881526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2009/03/funk-night-ricky-calloway-w-will.html' title='Detroit Funk Night: Ricky Calloway w/ Will Sessions Band'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-7881726079809708935</id><published>2008-12-21T03:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T03:23:49.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 42: Freddy Steals Ted's Car</title><content type='html'>Full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_d81c3644fb" width="480" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=d81c3644fb"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="key=d81c3644fb" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_d81c3644fb" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; 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St Clair Shores 48081&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=27111+Harper+ave.+St+Clair+Shores+48081&amp;amp;sll=42.351798,-83.064218&amp;amp;sspn=0.008183,0.020084&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;s=AARTsJo4BBj-xQmWXZ03MFNjtmW-d2qkkA&amp;amp;ll=42.485644,-82.925148&amp;amp;spn=0.044307,0.072956&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;q=27111+Harper+ave.+St+Clair+Shores+48081&amp;amp;sll=42.351798,-83.064218&amp;amp;sspn=0.008183,0.020084&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=42.485644,-82.925148&amp;amp;spn=0.044307,0.072956&amp;amp;z=13&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;View Larger Map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Freddy, a college student is constantly dealing with two strong, but opposing forces in his life: his pesky, uptight roommate, Ted and his friend and boss Donny, who is constantly putting him in bad situations.&lt;br /&gt;CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy - 22&lt;br /&gt;Easy going. Single. Always going out with his boss/good friend Donny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted - 21&lt;br /&gt;A stickler for rules. A parking attendant. Roommate to Freddy whom he often issues tickets. Subliminal type of personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donny - 23&lt;br /&gt;Manager for his mother's company. - An adult magazine. Manipulative personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sticky -??&lt;br /&gt;Youthful carjacker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allie - 21&lt;br /&gt;College senior. Tags along with her best friend Jessica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica - 21&lt;br /&gt;College Junior. Takes her good friend Allie out often. Donny's date.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm graduating in a few months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-3042233682415371611?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/3042233682415371611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=3042233682415371611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/3042233682415371611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/3042233682415371611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-is-1-year-and-295-days-since-then.html' title='It is 1 Year and 295 Days since then'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-114602342224341032</id><published>2006-04-25T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:06:16.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherman Hemsley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/1600/Sherman_Helmsley_1239819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/320/Sherman_Helmsley_1239819.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been a while but I thought that this was wrothy of  making a post about, this pretty much beats everything I've posted about, lately at least. Anywho almost 24 hours ago at CVS I ran into George Jefferson himself Sherman Hemsley. I wasn't sure if it was him until I heard him speak. Everyone working there kept saying 'that's him' and what not. I didn't ask for an autograph. Given the situation I would of felt like I was intruding  on his personal life. So Mr. Hemsley is the first celb I've meant up close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-114602342224341032?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/114602342224341032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=114602342224341032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114602342224341032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114602342224341032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/04/sherman-hemsley.html' title='Sherman Hemsley'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-114249698979582392</id><published>2006-03-16T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:16:29.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SB-UD!</title><content type='html'>For the most part I spent the first couple days of my Spring Break alone. I came home and most to find out that most of my friends were out of town. Went back to Detroit on Monday to work and things did seem to get better. Had a good time at house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was an odd first and hopefully last for me. I had went out to the bar and didn't really drink much till I was about to leave end up taking shots with various liquors and they were pretty much all double shots. Me not drinking at the bar till I'm about to leave or party seems to be a common theme for me this semester. Anyways there ended up being a bawl and that ment it was time to leave. So we come back to the house and I watched an ep of FG I had never seen and I had no idea what the hell was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I made it back to my place and went to sleep. The next thing I know I'm walking in the hallway a few floors below mine and I have no idea why I'm there and for some reason my socks were wet. I have no idea why I was walking there, if took the stairs or the elevator. To make it worse I didn't have my key card on me, so I had to go down to the front desk so they could let me in. So one of the RAs had to come down to let me in and when I walk in to my room for some reason there is water on floor right by my door. I was too messed up to even throw something down. I have no idea were that water came from either because I didn't have anything with water in the room at the time. So this sleep drunk walk has been on my mind all day. As far as I know this is the first time I've ever done this. I wonder if I had tried to get up before but I was stopped or woke up before I've actually gone anywhere. I just hope it doesn't happen again. I know I used to walk around in my sleep was about five or six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my spring break looks like its gonna be fun. Hope it doesn't go by fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-114249698979582392?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/114249698979582392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=114249698979582392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114249698979582392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114249698979582392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/03/sb-ud.html' title='SB-UD!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-114168691026945567</id><published>2006-03-06T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:15:10.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Coming soon!!!</title><content type='html'>So I recently quit both of the jobs that I had in exchange for a much better and less demanding job which happens to pay much more. Spring break is almost here for me and I'll finally be getting that break I've been seeking. Wensday will be my last midterm leaving Thrusday to be a day I get to just show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sopranos returns with its last season this Sunday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-114168691026945567?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/114168691026945567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=114168691026945567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114168691026945567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114168691026945567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-coming-soon.html' title='Its Coming soon!!!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-114043812343787569</id><published>2006-02-20T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T07:22:03.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is feeling good.</title><content type='html'>Even though this needs to be done in almost two hours I'm feeling so much better about this paper as of now and I'm barely half way done. But it will be very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-114043812343787569?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/114043812343787569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=114043812343787569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114043812343787569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114043812343787569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-feeling-good.html' title='This is feeling good.'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-114039928955924220</id><published>2006-02-19T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:34:49.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehh</title><content type='html'>So tired. Need a break from school soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-114039928955924220?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/114039928955924220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=114039928955924220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114039928955924220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114039928955924220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/02/ehh.html' title='Ehh'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-114015950238143934</id><published>2006-02-17T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:58:22.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.rednoW I semitomeS</title><content type='html'>Why is that I often inadvertently place my self in situations that will cause me to become a bit stressed and strapped for time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'm home and I need to get some sleep. So I'll just leave this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris is currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are trademarked names for his left and right legs. and theres much &lt;a href="http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-114015950238143934?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/114015950238143934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=114015950238143934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114015950238143934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/114015950238143934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/02/rednow-i-semitomes.html' title='.rednoW I semitomeS'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113985109538723123</id><published>2006-02-13T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:20:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, that novel you've been writing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width:400px; height:326px;" id="VideoPlayback" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DlQAAAMdOnC5M69fcVNWr938ZFUzV7ENA_yX14zHvHWIfNolAZcMiEMw6dPklwok1vUZMtprfFKltWtyLv8M0zzN-CrddPJLhF20OLSwzxQIzVBmA0qlB23q4S886nb1EI7E8B-A2GuEIwPLKjiVfsH3ZMbcBgbwpWQAww30qgT6XjImAjL8f5fDvSgG1lU4bL010tTVVV-MEMiqEeln2wHBv-9k%26sigh%3DRbJfWieeHYqdFXlCeZqe6WpRgBI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D126966%26docid%3D-8491896865632168074&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer%3Fcontentid%3Dfa00e589d06e906c%26second%3D5%26itag%3Dw320%26urlcreated%3D1139850969%26sigh%3D2Ze3k5ODcMPVyLQauilx5dbcB0Q&amp;playerId=-8491896865632168074&amp;playerMode=embedded" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" quality="best" bgcolor="#ffffff" scale="noScale" wmode="window" salign="TL" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113985109538723123?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113985109538723123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113985109538723123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113985109538723123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113985109538723123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-know-that-novel-youve-been-writing.html' title='You know, that novel you&apos;ve been writing?'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113985075779317188</id><published>2006-02-13T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:12:37.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia is a bitch</title><content type='html'>You know those days when you wake up from getting a good night's sleep and you feel refreshed? Well I don't. I think may have one of those days with the past year or so. MAYBE. I really can't believe I have at this point. So it think it's time for a good 'ol week break down. &lt;br /&gt;- Super Bowl was crazy! Unfortunatly for this being one of those once in a life time experiences I didn't really take advantage of it. Maybe one day I'll live in another city that is hosting the event. &lt;br /&gt;- I have 2 jobs now. One of which I may drop after this week.&lt;br /&gt;- Been having some pains come back. &lt;br /&gt;- Alex's 21st is coming up. Woot! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;- Plan on making a cameo in Sagnasty this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;- We have retreat this weekend. My first as an Active.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm broke. Not really anything new with that one. I guess i just thought I would remind myself. &lt;br /&gt;- My Lady friend has been treating me well.&lt;br /&gt;- I've been missing my family lately.&lt;br /&gt;- Found this badass looking McDonald the other day.&lt;br /&gt;- Olive Garden is delicious.&lt;br /&gt;- Better yet Fettuccini Alfredo is.&lt;br /&gt;- Apparently my middle name is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Enriquez&lt;/span&gt; now. I don't think I read the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;memo &lt;/span&gt;that they were gonna add a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-I should be sleeping right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113985075779317188?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113985075779317188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113985075779317188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113985075779317188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113985075779317188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/02/insomnia-is-bitch.html' title='Insomnia is a bitch'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113857835186040336</id><published>2006-01-29T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:47:35.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WhoKnowS</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure were to start. So much has happenend over the monthe almost two.  Well two big things have happenend, one is that I was intiated and now I'm offically apart of a fraternity. It hard to believe that ist almost been two months. The other big thing is that I have a girlfriend for the first time in almost a year and half. Crazy! Its been nothing but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the bad side of things.  Money wise I have nothing. I've been looking for job for the last 3 weeks and just recieved a call this past week. Its for collectinig newspaper subscription money.  The area I would be collecting from would be considered a rough area but then agian everywhere around here looks the same to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113857835186040336?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113857835186040336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113857835186040336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113857835186040336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113857835186040336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2006/01/whoknows.html' title='WhoKnowS'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113710271264051324</id><published>2006-01-12T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:53:03.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Chicken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="chrome://ietab/content/reloaded.html?url=http://video.google.com/videopopularpage?num=15"&gt;&lt;object style="width: 400px; 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It was better than I thought it was going to be. It snowed like a good half a foot out here in Detroit tonight. Me and this other guy started a snowball fight at about 2 AM. We ended up having like 50 plus people out there. It went on for over a half hour, till a cop came and broke it up. Anyways tomorrow we're locked in the house for the night and Saturday we'll finally be initiated. We'll know what everything means for sure and why we say use. Then we have our big party that night. I'm really looking forward to Saturday night. I just need to get one paper done tomorrow before I head out to the house tomorrow night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113411889057934660?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113411889057934660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113411889057934660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113411889057934660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113411889057934660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/12/snowball-fight.html' title='SNOWBALL FIGHT!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113391332075183942</id><published>2005-12-06T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:55:20.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>Last night I went down to Bowling Green in Ohio to make a paddle. It was a nice trip, we also picked up our pledge class paddle. We attepted to sing Christmas carols to the soroity girls. The problem was that we didn't see them come out of the house and we only could remember one Christmas carol. So my pledge period is almost over. We have this thing called Ingress for the next three nights and on Friday we have to stay the night and on Saturday is our initiation. Supposedly we're having a party that night too or something like it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113391332075183942?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113391332075183942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113391332075183942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113391332075183942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113391332075183942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/12/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113316584583882207</id><published>2005-11-28T03:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T03:17:25.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T Day it over - Begins the Countdown</title><content type='html'>-Had a great time at Pikesgiving last week.&lt;br /&gt;-My date seemed to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;-Overall Tuesday was a longday full of unexpected events&lt;br /&gt;-Ended up studying in this some what creepy building by the hospital&lt;br /&gt;-Had toast, pickles, banna peppers, and popcorn for dinner&lt;br /&gt;-Tuesday night I was so nervous about my Physics test I only got about 40 mins of sleep&lt;br /&gt;-That wasn't the only reason I couldn't sleep... thats another story&lt;br /&gt;-Wensday's drive home was my longest drive home to Saginaw yet&lt;br /&gt;-Made it to pun's house house for a bit that night&lt;br /&gt;-Turkey leg was great&lt;br /&gt;-I think I did pretty well on my pledge final today&lt;br /&gt;-With two weeks to initiation I need to get all of my interviews done and sorority signatures this week&lt;br /&gt;-Also I still have two big papers due this week and and quiz tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;-So much to do, so little time to do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113316584583882207?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113316584583882207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113316584583882207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113316584583882207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113316584583882207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/11/t-day-it-over-begins-countdown.html' title='T Day it over - Begins the Countdown'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113239555499133453</id><published>2005-11-19T05:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T05:19:15.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pikesgiving count down beins</title><content type='html'>I've been up since around 1 p.m. I had went to Harry's for the first time last night it was pretty fun and it free to get in so that was a big plus. I ended up sleeping through my friday morning class once again. At least I know it won't happen next week because I'll be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have pikesgiving tonight and I'm not sure exactly what I'll be wearing. I might be wearing a suit and I might not, maybe just a regular shirt and tie, who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways there's a few loose ends that I need to take care of soon before I become more like the kind of person I don't want to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113239555499133453?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113239555499133453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113239555499133453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113239555499133453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113239555499133453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/11/pikesgiving-count-down-beins.html' title='Pikesgiving count down beins'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113220708891567658</id><published>2005-11-17T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T01:23:09.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to do so little time to do it</title><content type='html'>Well with thanksgiving coming up my two of my professors thought it would be nice to quiz and test me before I go back to my family for a few days. On top of that I have two big papers and a lab report due on the day I come back and on top of that I also a have a quiz too. I almost don't know where to begin with all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my pledge evaluation on Sunday. I'd say it went pretty even though I didn't do as well as I would have like to have done on my midterm and that I havn't paid any of my dues yet. There's also about 20 interviews I haven't done yet. The good news is that one of the guys said he could get me in where he works at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going for $60 the other week. I got off pretty lucky with the girl that won me becasue she told me I didn't have to do anything for her. She's going to go with me to our fall formal this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I finally have a study buddy. She's very beutiful which is very good could cause it makes me want to study even more. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113220708891567658?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113220708891567658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113220708891567658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113220708891567658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113220708891567658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-much-to-do-so-little-time-to-do-it.html' title='So much to do so little time to do it'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113148999534977192</id><published>2005-11-08T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:46:35.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Once... Going Twice....</title><content type='html'>So I'm being auctioned of later tonight and I'm nevrous about it. Not only for having to do something but nervous as to who's actaully gonna win me and what I'm gonna have to do for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I registered for a few classes yesterday morning. Once I get the results back from my spainsh placement test I'll register for my last class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113148999534977192?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113148999534977192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113148999534977192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113148999534977192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113148999534977192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-once-going-twice.html' title='Going Once... Going Twice....'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113135285495420986</id><published>2005-11-07T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T03:47:44.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend was about about CLEANING</title><content type='html'>-Went home this weekend&lt;br /&gt;-got a fresh cut&lt;br /&gt;-had the house to myself&lt;br /&gt;-hung out w/a lot of peeps on friday night&lt;br /&gt;-seen probably my most beautiful friend for the first time in months&lt;br /&gt;-i could go on for days about her&lt;br /&gt;-but it's probably worthless to even think about it&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday got the oil changed&lt;br /&gt;-finally got the car washed&lt;br /&gt;-cut the grass&lt;br /&gt;-big storm, power went out in various places in Saginaw&lt;br /&gt;-Visted &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/frogmush/"&gt;Pun&lt;/a&gt; then hung out with &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/lexxx2085/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TEXAN&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know why but I went into the basement when I got home&lt;br /&gt;-It was flooded about 5-6 inches at the highest point&lt;br /&gt;-Power kicked on about 2pm on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;-subpump only took it down about an inch&lt;br /&gt;-pushed the water to the subpump w/the help of my grandpa&lt;br /&gt;-It was Great Fucking Weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113135285495420986?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113135285495420986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113135285495420986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113135285495420986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113135285495420986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-weekend-was-about-about-cleaning.html' title='This weekend was about about CLEANING'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113104889401288408</id><published>2005-11-03T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:25:11.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowly feeling better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So the Halloween party was fun on friday night. Half of the people didn't even reconize me and the other half knew it was me immediately. Some people found out how much I really enjoy LIMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/1600/halloween%20part%2005%20-%20gnomes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/320/halloween%20part%2005%20-%20gnomes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and saw &lt;a href="http://www.saw2.com/"&gt;SAW II&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday night. Meant someone that might be going to WSU next year. It would be cool to hang out with her next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/1600/saw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/320/saw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our Dinner D'jour on Tuesday night. I didn't really wanna go because I didn't have our introduction down. Once I go there it just came to me. I didn't know that half of the girls there were in soroities. Also I seen this girl there that I had talkied to for a long time at the Halloween party. She told me that I wouldn't reconize her and she was right. I couldn't believe how bueatiful she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best news of my week occured this past Monday morning. My physcis teacher lowered the grading scale for the class. An A is now 100- 80, a B 79-60 and so on. I'm still gonna have to work hard in the class but now I don't have to worry to much about completely failing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just found out a few hours ago that I'm going to the Luda concert tonight at UofM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113104889401288408?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113104889401288408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113104889401288408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113104889401288408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113104889401288408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/11/slowly-feeling-better.html' title='Slowly feeling better'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113083089985691988</id><published>2005-11-01T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:47:34.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a facts post. Starting at 27!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=cigarette+lighter+invented+before+match&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search%20"&gt; 27. &lt;/a&gt;The cigarette lighter was invented before the match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;lr=&amp;amp;q=average+chocolate+bar+insect+legs&amp;btnG=Search%20"&gt;26.&lt;/a&gt; The average chocolate bar has 8 insect legs in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.science-frontiers.com/sf058/sf058b07.htm%20"&gt;25.&lt;/a&gt; Right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do.&lt;br /&gt;24. Its impossible to smoke oneself to death with weed. You won't be able to retain enough motor control and consciousness to do so after such a large amount. (Common Sense)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0043041/%20"&gt;23.&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Phil, from Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, did the voice of Shredder in the TMNT cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webelements.com/webelements/elements/text/Au/geol.html%20"&gt;22.&lt;/a&gt; Every drop of seawater contains approximately 1 billion gold atoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Star-Spangled_Banner"&gt;21.&lt;/a&gt; The US national anthem actually has four verses, but everyone just knows the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ibmandtheholocaust.com/articles/auschwitz.html"&gt;20.&lt;/a&gt; During World War II, IBM built the computers the Nazis used to manage their death/concentration camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perceptions.couk.com/superants.html"&gt;19.&lt;/a&gt; The total combined weight of the worlds ant population is heavier than the weight of the human population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asiawind.com/pub/forum/fhakka/mhonarc/msg00451.html%20"&gt;18.&lt;/a&gt; The deadliest war in history excluding World War II was a civil war in China in the 1850s in which the rebels were led by a man who thought he was the brother of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yahooligans.yahoo.com/content/ask_earl/page?d=20000714%20"&gt;17.&lt;/a&gt; Just about 3 people are born every second, and about 1.3333 people die every second. The result is about a 2 and 2/3 net increase of people every second. Almost 10 people more live on this Earth now, than before you finished reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snopes.com/music/songs/birthday.asp"&gt;16.&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday (the song) is copyrighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prb.org/Template.cfm?Section=PRB&amp;amp;template=/Content/ContentGroups/02_Articles/0ct-Dec02/How_Many_People_Have_Ever_Lived_on_Earth_.htm"&gt;15.&lt;/a&gt; The number of people alive on earth right now is higher than the number of all the people that have died. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.corsinet.com/trivia/average.html"&gt;14.&lt;/a&gt; The average American consumes 1.2 pounds of spider eggs a year and eat 2.5 pounds of insect parts a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kamp_Krusty"&gt;13.&lt;/a&gt; The Kamp Krusty episode of the Simpson’s was originally meant to be made as the Simpsons movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Male_lactation"&gt;12.&lt;/a&gt; Men can breastfeed babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Exploding_head_syndrome"&gt;11.&lt;/a&gt; There is a rare condition called Exploding Head Syndrome which you\'ve probably never heard of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.factmonster.com/spot/fungus1.html"&gt;10.&lt;/a&gt; Scientists have determined that fungi are more closely related to human beings and animals than to other plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Family_name"&gt;9.&lt;/a&gt; In some (maybe all) Asian countries, the family name is written first and the individual name written second (opposite of the America method). That\'s why Asian athletes like Yao Ming and Ichiro Suzuki have Yao and Ichiro written on their jerseys. Those are their family names and in America their names are written Ming Yao and Suzuki Ichiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.historycooperative.org/journals/jala/19.1/hall.html%20"&gt;8.&lt;/a&gt; Abe Lincoln bought 50 cents worth of cocaine in 1860&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://forum.axishistory.com/viewtopic.php?t=9684&amp;start=0"&gt;7.&lt;/a&gt; A German World War II submarine was sunk due to malfunction of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gonorthwest.com/Washington/southwest/Long-Beach/Long_Beach.htm"&gt;6.&lt;/a&gt; Washington State has the longest single beach in the United States. Long Beach, WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.infoplease.com/spot/fungus1.html"&gt;5.&lt;/a&gt; The largest living thing on the face of the Earth is a mushroom underground in Oregon, it measures three and a half miles in diameter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usc.edu/isd/archives/la/historic/la_settlement.html"&gt;4.&lt;/a&gt; The town of Los Angeles, California, was originally named El Pueblo la Nuestra Senora de Reina de los Angeles de la Porciuncula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chem.ch.huji.ac.il/%7Eeugeniik/history/swan.html%20"&gt;3.&lt;/a&gt; 9 out of 10 people believe Thomas Edison invented the light bulb. This isn’t true; Joseph Swan did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newton.dep.anl.gov/askasci/gen01/gen01338.htm"&gt;2.&lt;/a&gt; Honey is the only food that does not spoil. Honey found in the tombs of Egyptian pharaohs has been tasted by archaeologists and found edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.improb.com/teach/lessons2002/people-in-texas.html"&gt;1.&lt;/a&gt; The Population of the world can live within the state boundaries of Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113083089985691988?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113083089985691988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113083089985691988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113083089985691988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113083089985691988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-facts-post-starting-at-27.html' title='It&apos;s a facts post. Starting at 27!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113077154475948019</id><published>2005-10-31T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:15:53.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1.2 million dollar home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/1600/051030_naked_city_hmed5p.hmedium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/400/051030_naked_city_hmed5p.hmedium.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manuel Corchuelo's 700-square-foot house in the Las Vegas neighborhood of Naked City, purchased for $30,000 in 1978, is currently on the market for $1.2 million. The tract home is rapidly being surrounded by high-rise condominium projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/9870962/"&gt;More.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113077154475948019?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113077154475948019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113077154475948019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113077154475948019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113077154475948019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/10/12-million-dollar-home.html' title='The 1.2 million dollar home'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113069209029953394</id><published>2005-10-30T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:08:14.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents day</title><content type='html'>With in the next half hour or so my mother should be here, fir our parents day at the fraternity house. I hope everything works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113069209029953394?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113069209029953394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113069209029953394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113069209029953394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113069209029953394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/10/parents-day.html' title='Parents day'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-113051266754293478</id><published>2005-10-28T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:17:47.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So tired</title><content type='html'>It's days like this I question myself as to why it is that I'm in college still. If I could of had it my way I would have been starting my career right out of high school.  At high school graduation I had the ambitions to out in the field and begin my dreams. I wanted to travel and write about it, in hopes to one day tell the stories of the adventure I would have. But I didn't and I went along with what everyone expected of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what gave been the negatives of me being in college and what have been the positives. The negatives have been as follows: been feeling less and less creative, feeling as if I'm just wasting my time, feeling discouraged, feeling like I'm not advancing in what I desire to, I feel like I'm being held back, I'm weary of my future. The positives have been as follows: I've worked in much wider range of broadcasting, including producing, directing, anchoring and reporting in aired shows, developed my speaking voice, lead me to a few jobs, one kept me up on my editting skills, the other made me a better shooter, I've meant hundreds (literally) of people, mostly very interesting and unique from each other, earned an associates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally know that the positives out-weight the negatives. So many times I wish that there was something else that I wanted to do with my life, but when I think about I know there's nothing else I'd rather do with my life at this point. I always try to think positive about things in general, its just really hard to do that today. Life is full of these high and low points, which all vary from each other, I'm at a low point right now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-113051266754293478?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/113051266754293478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=113051266754293478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113051266754293478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/113051266754293478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-tired.html' title='So tired'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112992015473914525</id><published>2005-10-21T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T14:42:34.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in the Friends Zone</title><content type='html'>Really need I say more? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112992015473914525?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112992015473914525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112992015473914525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112992015473914525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112992015473914525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/10/stuck-in-friends-zone.html' title='Stuck in the Friends Zone'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112950676880823856</id><published>2005-10-16T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T19:52:48.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog's Gone</title><content type='html'>I made the best out this weekend. Started out spending a little time with someone who we'll leave unnamed. Afterwards a few my friends came and visited me for the first time since I've been out here. I felt bad cause everyone that I usually hang out with was out of town. At times I felt as if they thought I really didn't have any friends here. I ended up taking for a drive around a few areas I had told them about.  We ended up eating in Greektown. I had the best gyro of my life there. The funny thing was that they came here and we ended up dong pretty much what we have done if we were in Saginaw. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112950676880823856?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112950676880823856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112950676880823856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112950676880823856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112950676880823856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/10/dogs-gone.html' title='Dog&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112922920906487933</id><published>2005-10-13T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T14:46:49.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I got the Futon, I almost have that dog gone</title><content type='html'>I ended up getting a full size futon, on Tuesday night. I was able to put it together myself that night. So now when my friends come down they have where to place sleep other then the hard cold ground. As matter of fact I might be having a few come down this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start looking for a job in the next couple of days and hopefully not weeks. I'm hoping I can find something that doesn't have to do with food. If it does, I hope I have minmum contact with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112922920906487933?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112922920906487933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112922920906487933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112922920906487933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112922920906487933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-got-futon-i-almost-have-that-dog.html' title='So I got the Futon, I almost have that dog gone'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112889971737682620</id><published>2005-10-09T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T19:15:17.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That damn dog.</title><content type='html'>I posted that ugly dead looking dog nearly two months ago. So I'm gonna try to keep on on these post and personl experiement, to get rid of that damn dog from the front page. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways last week I became an Pike pledge. I'm still having mixed feelings about the whole thing. This last week has seemed to overall been very long. One reason being that I've had a lot of tests in the last week or so. I've realized that I need to work on my time managemnt a bit. Well a lot. Especially when it comes to my school work. It's still early in the semester, I'm sure that if refocus now everything will work out fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On wensday I found out one of my cousins was killed back home. He was my moms cousin, I didn't really know him well. It was very sad. I ended going home to attend the memorial service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on good note I'm planing on getting a futon very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112889971737682620?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112889971737682620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112889971737682620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112889971737682620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112889971737682620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-damn-dog.html' title='That damn dog.'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112698444879557435</id><published>2005-09-17T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T15:14:08.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Detroit WHAT</title><content type='html'>Its been about three weeks since I've been out here in Detroit. Everyday I've been getting more and more used to being here. The first couple of days were very weird. I didn't really meet anyone at all untill my third night. Out of all of the people I could of meant that night one of them, I later found out, is the granddaughter of one of my highschool vice principals. I've been meeting so many people that it surprises me when I can actually remember thier names. I've actaully meant a few people from Saginaw. They're pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes have been fairly easy so far. For the most part the amount students per class is significantly higher then Delta. The least amount  in one class is about 25 and the most is up around 70 I believe. Wayne is huge commuter school. I'm going to guess that maybe less that a third or a quater of its students live on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was finally able to get my haircut the other day. One of the Pikes, Pi Kappa Alpha, took me down to Southwest Detroit, the area Mexican town is located. It was different to see all of these business with Spanish names. The guy was telling me that some parts around there are just like Mexico. From what I seen I would say he's correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the one thing I never ever thought I would do, I just may do. I'm currently rushing in the Pi Kappa Alpha Fraternity, known as &lt;a href="http://www.wsupikes.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pikes"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; around campus. I guess never say never. It still feels weird to me. I'll probably have a lot more to say about this later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112698444879557435?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112698444879557435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112698444879557435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112698444879557435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112698444879557435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/09/detroit-what.html' title='Detroit WHAT'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112541455907873109</id><published>2005-08-30T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:14:03.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Few Hours Left</title><content type='html'>My moving day is finally here. The last couple of days have been pretty good to me. Its funny I've meant quite a few people in my last couple of weeks here. I really hope that I continue to talk to a few of them. I might come back this weekend or I might go to Chicago, not sure yet. Either way today is the beginning of something completely new for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/1600/219464736iPkvWs_ph1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/320/219464736iPkvWs_ph.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Stay Classy Saginaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112541455907873109?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112541455907873109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112541455907873109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112541455907873109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112541455907873109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-few-hours-left.html' title='Just a Few Hours Left'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112491548786683238</id><published>2005-08-24T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:31:27.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With less than A Week</title><content type='html'>Things are already changing.&lt;br /&gt;-No Digital Cable anymore&lt;br /&gt;-We have variety of drinks to choose from now, usually its just one, 2 if were lucky&lt;br /&gt;-I'm damn near broke (well I'm kind of always am)&lt;br /&gt;-My New computer is up and running&lt;br /&gt;-NO MUSIC, can't get my external HD hooked up through USB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112491548786683238?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112491548786683238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112491548786683238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112491548786683238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112491548786683238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/08/with-less-than-week.html' title='With less than A Week'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112443184855540684</id><published>2005-08-19T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T02:10:48.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I need to do by the 30th</title><content type='html'>-moving on the 30&lt;br /&gt;-need to buy a few things still&lt;br /&gt;-figure out everything i'm gonna take&lt;br /&gt;-put together my new computer&lt;br /&gt;-then try to make another one&lt;br /&gt;-see if anyone will help me move&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112443184855540684?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112443184855540684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112443184855540684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112443184855540684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112443184855540684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/08/stuff-i-need-to-do-by-30th.html' title='Stuff I need to do by the 30th'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112413459750154630</id><published>2005-08-15T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T15:39:32.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Dog is Dead Right? Its not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/1600/18972736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/400/18972736.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-uglydog15aug15,0,4501294.story?coll=la-tot-promo&amp;amp;track=pacifictime"&gt;'Ugliest' Dog Is a Thing of Beauty to His Owner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112413459750154630?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112413459750154630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112413459750154630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112413459750154630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112413459750154630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-dog-is-dead-right-its-not.html' title='This Dog is Dead Right? Its not?'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112400733723663652</id><published>2005-08-14T04:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T04:15:37.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The 30's is the day that I move. I think I might have a view because of the number my room is I think I may be on a hign floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112400733723663652?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112400733723663652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112400733723663652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112400733723663652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112400733723663652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/08/30s-is-day-that-i-move.html' title=''/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112311039525412247</id><published>2005-08-03T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:06:35.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just sippin' on some Senorial sangria</title><content type='html'>Today has been good to me. Work was good. Didn't have to spend the whole day doing the same thing. It didn't go by fast yet it didn't go by slow. It seem just right. A fast day would have made it better though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I came home from work I found out that I recieved a scholarship from Wanye State. Its the Community Schools Scholarship formanly known as The Presidential. About a month and a half ago I recieved a letter informing me that I will not be recieving this scholarship. Last week I got an Email sayign tehy WSU woudl be mailing out the notification to those who are recieving the scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I started doing this painting job. I've been having to wokr out alone. It was kind of weird at first but I'm gonna have to get used to it anyway when I move. I'm actually gaining weight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112311039525412247?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112311039525412247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112311039525412247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112311039525412247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112311039525412247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/08/just-sippin-on-some-senorial-sangria.html' title='just sippin&apos; on some Senorial sangria'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112295371444019222</id><published>2005-08-01T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T23:35:14.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Bastard</title><content type='html'>Well I'm within a month of moving to Detroit. I believe my papers that tell me when I'm supposed to move should be coming sometime next week or very soon after. I wish I had them now. I hope they don't send them to me the week that I supposed to move in. They sent me my housing contract with less than a week to have it returned. As of now it doesn't seem like there's much I have to do to prepare but I'm sure there will be much to do when it comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on one of my highschool friends house for the last two weeks. And I'm getting the lowest pay of my life. The only thing I like about the job is people. Other than that there's not much I really like about it. The house I'm working on is something you would see on CRIBS. Today they filled up a water fountain which is in the front of the house. It's rectangle shape with three fountains, shooting straight up. On the outside by each of the four  corners there are shooting streams of water that go into the fountain. I guess there's lights that will follow the streams which will go on at night. The water looks like plastic tubes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112295371444019222?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112295371444019222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112295371444019222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112295371444019222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112295371444019222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/08/fat-bastard.html' title='Fat Bastard'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112183469490011005</id><published>2005-07-20T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T01:11:22.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling good, feeling great! Feeling great, fealing good! How are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want you to know, how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Feeling good, feeling great! Feeling great, fealing good! How are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/1600/thanksWHT.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/672/419/320/thanksWHT.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112183469490011005?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112183469490011005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112183469490011005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112183469490011005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112183469490011005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/07/feeling-good-feeling-great-feeling.html' title='Feeling good, feeling great! Feeling great, fealing good! How are you?'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112180806852952322</id><published>2005-07-19T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T17:21:08.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What rumors will do</title><content type='html'>Almost two weeks ago I wasn't working at all. Now I find myself working three jobs. Last week I did my first steaming cleaning job in over a year and a half. I felt a bit weird about it all day but by the time i started working everything felt better. I actually missed doing it a little bit. Tomorrow I'm going to start another job working with some painters. I think I'll just be doing prep work but thats fine with me I really like to paint anyway. Then on Thrusday I'll be back with SETV crew. I'll also find out how much my scholarship is when I recieve it on Thrusday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Ludington this past weekend for the Gusmaker and to vist my family out there. I saw all but one of my cousing out there. I had good time out there. Meant some Swan Valley people and caught up with my kin folk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are funny when it comes to gas. Apparently a gas station that is going to be opening near a new Walmart had tested thier signs and left the price at $3.03. Gas didn't really go up anywhere but rumors of it had. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112180806852952322?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112180806852952322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112180806852952322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112180806852952322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112180806852952322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-rumors-will-do.html' title='What rumors will do'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112094874558499659</id><published>2005-07-09T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T18:39:05.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'> Fuck You Racoon pt duece</title><content type='html'>So the other day when I came home from my trip to Detroit I had something that never happenend to me before. Its hard for me to even explain it. I got this odd feeling after I was all alone and it made me feel really weird to just be alone. I never felt that way before. I went to a friends house so the feeling didn't last too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been running into people I haven't see a long time. Last week I saw this girl that I used to go to school with a few years ago and just last night I saw another girl who had went to the same school. Speaking of last night I felt really good. Damn good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112094874558499659?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112094874558499659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112094874558499659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112094874558499659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112094874558499659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/07/fuck-you-racoon-pt-duece.html' title=' Fuck You Racoon pt duece'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112077133920515384</id><published>2005-07-07T17:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T17:22:19.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You Racoon pt1</title><content type='html'>My 4th went ok even though my aunts both bailed on their plans leaving me to end going to my friends aunts for the second year in a row. I finally got my scholarship app done for the CBS program. I went  to Detroit yesterday to turn it in. I finally got my id card from there too. Also I was able to finally tour the building I'll be living in a few months. They still have a alot of work to do. I wasn't ablt to see the same kind of room I'll be living in but I have an idea of how big it will be. I think it gonna end up being just a lil bit smaller than the room I have now. But it may seem smaller because I have my own bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked for the first time about 3 weeks. I had to be up earlier than I usually am. I gotta go and tape this same guy again in less then an hour and I have to do it again tomorrow morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112077133920515384?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112077133920515384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112077133920515384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112077133920515384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112077133920515384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/07/fuck-you-racoon-pt1.html' title='Fuck You Racoon pt1'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112041585415789270</id><published>2005-07-03T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:39:06.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of...</title><content type='html'>So you look back at you past and it comes back at ya. So in my last post I talked about what was happing last year and the other day I had a reminder of it. I saw one of my ex's friends at a party and then I saw friend of this girl I'm kind of talking to now at the same party. Overall the weekend went well. I still have a day left so we'll see if it gets better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112041585415789270?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112041585415789270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112041585415789270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112041585415789270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112041585415789270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/07/speaking-of.html' title='Speaking of...'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-112018888891620245</id><published>2005-06-30T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T23:34:48.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its been over a year since I started this blog. I remember this was almost a LJ but something just brought me here. The only thing that I really wish I had on here was a friends page like LJ I know its possible to make something similar to it using another page. But I haven't really taken the time to do it. I had started at one time but didn't get very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways with me having this blog for over a year now I can look back and see and remember what was happening in my life &lt;a href="http://fep3.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_fep3_archive.html"&gt;a year ago&lt;/a&gt;. Somethings are completely different and other aren't so. For example last year at this time I was just getting done with Spring classes which I hated at the time. But I am very glad that I did. By doing those Spring classes I am now graduated of Delta. BTW they finally sent me my degree in the mail the other day. Also last year I was working for a production company getting at least 20 hours and sometimes even up to 30. This year I'm lucky to even work once a week. Its actually been 3 maybe 4 weeks since I last worked. This year I've been working out and last year ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the women situation. My ex then kept getting back with me and then end up going away for days or weeks with no word. It really sucked and hurt a lot. I had no idea what was going on. But it was so awesome when she came back. And now I'm just trying to take it slow with this new girl. Its hard not to think of her especially when she's what I've been looking for. Since I'm leaving in a couple of months I don't want to get too attached. So for now I'm just going on with it teh only way I can right now, day by day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-112018888891620245?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/112018888891620245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=112018888891620245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112018888891620245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/112018888891620245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-its-been-over-year-since-i-started.html' title=''/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111976615341522447</id><published>2005-06-26T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T02:09:16.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ass to Elbows</title><content type='html'>So its been a few days like most posts have been lately. So here's the breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw Damon Waynes at the casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to ludington&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled with the cousins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised sister with vist on the way back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome time at Pun's sis graudation party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made it to the picture board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smooth drink with the friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw very clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just trying to enjoy my summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and best of all been hanging out with a beautiful new friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111976615341522447?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111976615341522447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111976615341522447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111976615341522447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111976615341522447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/06/ass-to-elbows.html' title='Ass to Elbows'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111878196372083470</id><published>2005-06-14T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:48:06.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.comfortstand.com/catalog/049/" title="Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos17.flickr.com/19381361_f4dc0b4a68.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt="csr049_wcwc_front" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comfortstand.com/catalog/049/"&gt;Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka &lt;br /&gt;Porn Music For The Masses Volume 1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I foudn this off of digg but anyways they found it off this &lt;a href="http://www.comfortstand.com/catalog/049/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty good music that you could listen to almost anywhere if wasn't for the occasional moaning. That part could make some people feel uncomfortable. As you might imagine alot of the tracks have a funky sound while others have a slight techno sound I believe. I may be wrong on that one there. Here's what the site has to say about it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Even if you have never seen a porn movie in your lifetime, almost everyone in the world knows what the 'Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka' represents... Each person, upon hearing it, mentally interprets the 'Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka' in their own way, fueling a range of emotions from lust to disgust. This CD represents 17 individual artists' interpretations of the 'Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka'; each providing their own unique cultural and geographic spin on the vibe that is "Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka'. From celebrations of the beauty of intimacy to a cautionary tale of excess, this collection of sound sculptures of the 'Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka' mystique from around the world will guide you into the heart of all that is 'Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So turn the lights down low, light a few candles, put this CD on the stereo and let the magic of the 'Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka' take you wherever you want to go. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111878196372083470?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111878196372083470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111878196372083470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111878196372083470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111878196372083470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/06/wakka-chikka-wakka-chikka.html' title='Wakka Chikka Wakka Chikka'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111835943014272677</id><published>2005-06-09T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T19:30:55.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To be on a beeeach</title><content type='html'>It would be nice to be on one today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I got some stuff done today. I went and picked up a check and told the story of me leaving MIP hopefully for the last time for a long time. I got to the point where I thought it was partly my fault but they said it was management's fault and not mine. Anyway I finally went to the temp firm and fill out an application. It took me a while while to finish it. Those things always take me a while. Hopefully I'll have a job by the end of next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111835943014272677?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111835943014272677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111835943014272677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111835943014272677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111835943014272677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/06/to-be-on-beeeach.html' title='To be on a beeeach'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111827994589113846</id><published>2005-06-08T21:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:19:05.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>thats pretty much it right there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111827994589113846?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111827994589113846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111827994589113846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111827994589113846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111827994589113846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/06/roarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title='ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111809546951583994</id><published>2005-06-06T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T18:04:29.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected good times</title><content type='html'>Even though I've been out of classes for the past month and half I still find myself looking forward to the weekends. It's kind of as if i was in school. But the truth is that I've actaully been having some pretty good weekends. So for the weekend that just passed all I have to say is that she was bueatiful and it was worth talking to her even nothing else comes from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend, his brother and cousin got some tatoo's on saturday. It was his first tatoo. It looks nice. But I think his mom was mad about it. She started to blame me by saying that I took him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be going on that road trip that I've been wanting to go on for the past couple of years this summer. Its looks like it may end up being Florda. I've been there a few times but always flew. So I would end traveling through a few states I haven't too yet. I hope I can afford to go. I'm still looking for another job. If only I wanted to be a sales person it would already be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I found a &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v335/quick_to_stop/22e99fae.jpg"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt; that I didn't know I was in over on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/quick_to_stop/90222.html?#cutid1"&gt;quick_to_stop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s LJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111809546951583994?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111809546951583994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111809546951583994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111809546951583994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111809546951583994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/06/unexpected-good-times.html' title='Unexpected good times'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111768165632272724</id><published>2005-06-01T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:07:36.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NANACA†CRASH!!</title><content type='html'>So yeah I started playing this &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.jp/lledoece/nanaca-crash.html"&gt;flash game&lt;/a&gt; next thing I know an hour goes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway tomorrow may be last day of work for the summer for SETV. I shot a graduation ceremony today and I'll shoot another one tomorrow. It has been fun working there. Hopefully I'll be able to get job soon though a temp service place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally registered for some classes yesterday. Last week I went down to Wayne to take my math placement test. I ended up staying and had my CBS orientation a week earlier. It was only supposed to be 2 hours yet it went on for almost 4. But a lot of my questions were answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111768165632272724?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111768165632272724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111768165632272724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111768165632272724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111768165632272724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/06/nanacacrash.html' title='NANACA†CRASH!!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111614782451400873</id><published>2005-05-15T05:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T05:07:47.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in mental hospital or drug rehab</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.drudgereport.com" title="DC"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/13941528_6773d00004.jpg" width="280" height="270" alt="dc" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drudgereport.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DRUDGE REPORT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;CHAPPELLE tells TIME he's not in mental hospital or drug rehab, debunking earlier reports in &lt;a href="www.ew.com"&gt;ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY&lt;/a&gt; and elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full story, as well as exclusive photos of Chappelle in South Africa, will appear on &lt;a href="www.time.com"&gt;TIME.com&lt;/a&gt; Sunday morning and in the issue that hits newsstands Monday."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111614782451400873?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111614782451400873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111614782451400873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111614782451400873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111614782451400873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/05/not-in-mental-hospital-or-drug-rehab.html' title='Not in mental hospital or drug rehab'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111602987472377614</id><published>2005-05-13T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:17:54.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If only it was real</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those dreams that made you so happy that you were sad when you woke up? It felt like I finally had answers to my questions. Now I wonder if the answers were just my true hopes. It felt so right but I need to let go. I want to let go. I hope I let go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111602987472377614?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111602987472377614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111602987472377614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111602987472377614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111602987472377614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-only-it-was-real.html' title='If only it was real'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111593521560126413</id><published>2005-05-12T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T18:03:15.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Chappelle In South African Mental Institution</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Comedy Central golden boy Dave Chappelle has admitted himself into a mental health facility in Africa, as reported by Entertainment Weekly today (May 12).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comedian has been M.I.A. since last week, after Comedy Central officials announced plans to postpone production with an undetermined re-start date of the third season of “Chappelle’s Show.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chappelle flew to South Africa from Newark, NJ for treatment on April 28, quotes an unidentified source close to the show. The facility has not been named.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allhiphop.com/hiphopnews/?ID=4378"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111593521560126413?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111593521560126413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111593521560126413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111593521560126413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111593521560126413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/05/dave-chappelle-in-south-african-mental.html' title='Dave Chappelle In South African Mental Institution'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111585575255525862</id><published>2005-05-11T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:55:52.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still around...</title><content type='html'>Well its been a while since I made a post and kept up with this thing. I really haven't been all that busy. I had the time. It's almost been a year since I started this experiment. Anyway this past weekend I went to my sisters graduation. It was actually the first time that I went out there to vist my her. I had a good time out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking for another job. I was called by WNEM on my last day of class to go in for an interview. If I do get a job there then I should be getting a call from them any time now. I only have two maybe 3 more days or work left at my other job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades where pretty good. I actually raised my GPA a lil bit. I was able to apply for an academic scholarship becasue of that. There's a another scholarship that I need to fill out. It's a long one too I'm gald that I have a month to fill it out. The downside to this one is that I think I have to hand it in person, which would involve a 3 hour drive there and back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111585575255525862?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111585575255525862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111585575255525862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111585575255525862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111585575255525862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/05/still-around.html' title='Still around...'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111536393948018527</id><published>2005-05-06T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T03:21:32.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Comedy Central Delays CHAPPELLE’S Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117922148?categoryid=14&amp;amp;cs=1&amp;amp;s=h&amp;amp;p=0"&gt;'Chappelle'&lt;/a&gt;: "Comedy Central's hit laffer put on hold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/tv_shows/chappellesshow//" title="Chappelle"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/12602812_3a73594568.jpg" width="500" height="367" alt="wallpaper3_800" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Less than 24 hours after its upfrontupfront presentation to Madison Avenue, Comedy CentralComedy Central has yanked this month's third-season premiere of its marquee series "Chappelle's Show" and halted production on the skeinskein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy Central offered no explanation for the move, instead issuing only a brief statement noting production has been suspended "until further notice. All parties are optimistic that production will resume in the near future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industry insiders familiar with Comedy Central's decisionmaking process indicate the net's announcement was prompted by the need for star Dave ChappelleDave Chappelle to seek treatment for unspecified personal issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117922148?categoryid=14&amp;cs=1&amp;s=h&amp;p=0"&gt;More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111536393948018527?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111536393948018527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111536393948018527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111536393948018527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111536393948018527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/05/comedy-central-delays-chappelles.html' title='Comedy Central Delays CHAPPELLE’S Return'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111447002055852200</id><published>2005-04-25T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T19:00:20.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell is Rey or is it Ray?</title><content type='html'>Woman: Yes Rey please&lt;br /&gt;Me: You have the wrong number&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Woman: The phone company says this is Rey @#@$@'s number&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well they're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Woman: No&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Woman: So do you know Rey?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No&lt;br /&gt;Woman: I've been getting prank phone calls&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok&lt;br /&gt;Woman: This is the phone company&lt;br /&gt;Me: huh&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Phone company says that this is Rey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its not. This is a R @#@$@ number but the R is for a woman's name not a man's.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Phone company says this is Rey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its not&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Do you know how I can get ahold of Rey?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No&lt;br /&gt;Woman: You sure?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Woman: So you don't know Rey?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No I don't bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111447002055852200?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111447002055852200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111447002055852200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111447002055852200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111447002055852200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/04/who-hell-is-rey-or-is-it-ray.html' title='Who the hell is Rey or is it Ray?'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111420864535199270</id><published>2005-04-22T18:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T18:25:53.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what Happens on Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wnem.com/Global/story.asp?S=3248844"&gt;WNEM-TV5 Superior Gym Shutdown&lt;/a&gt;: "Superior Gym Shutdown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You can see through the glass window there's a sign for 'club rules’ but technically, there's really no club! Superior Gym in the Greenacres shopping plaza near State and Hemmeter Streets is now locked up and shut down. Abijah Brown told TV5 "that's kind of shocking. I just came to work out! Abijah Brown paid his hundred dollar membership fee. He was coming to Superior for only the second time! "I just dropped membership fees for these guys, it was one hundred bucks. Me and my girlfriend both joined and she comes after work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club's owner confirms to TV5 he's been having money troubles, and was behind on the rent, in the tens of thousands of dollars. John Sakon of Bay City claims, "I did everything I could possibly do. I put a lot of money into that place. This was supposed to be worked out by the plaza." Sakon was reportedly working on a payment plan, and was entertaining several buy-out offers from other gym-companies. He says, the Greenacres management company suddenly demanded full payment, ruining any prospective selling deals. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111420864535199270?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111420864535199270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111420864535199270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111420864535199270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111420864535199270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-what-happens-on-rainy-days.html' title='This is what Happens on Rainy Days'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111405814179623435</id><published>2005-04-21T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T00:35:41.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 and one forth</title><content type='html'>So the meeting with the CBS program went pretty well, so well thatI got my acceptance letter in the mail the other day. I already knew I was going to get one becasue she pretty much said I would after the meeting was over. I got to see the building that I'm going to stay in next year. It's still under construction, so I had no chance of seeing what it looks like in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be able to maintain my GPA after all. I just have to make sure I do a good job on my big paper. So far I figred out that as long as a I turn everything in I may about at least 4 A's. Also I may have a b- that will change to a B or B+.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111405814179623435?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111405814179623435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111405814179623435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111405814179623435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111405814179623435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/04/1-and-one-forth.html' title='1 and one forth'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111333190102463802</id><published>2005-04-12T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T14:51:41.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 and 1/2 weeks</title><content type='html'>Things at the D-unit will be coming to and end pretty soon and its starting to get pretty exciting. The only weird thing about it is that I'm the only one of out of my friends that will actually be done with Delta after this semester. I have two scholarship meetings this week I already went to on last evening and I have another one in Detriot on Friday. I have to start doing research for my last major paper of the year.  Finally we had everyone in our group sho up to class today. I have to put together the script for everyone with in the next couple of days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaffejuice.com/2005/04/tiger_did_it_ak.html"&gt;Tiger did it a.k.a. the next Nike Commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://channels.netscape.com/ns/news/story.jsp?id=2005041204060002446431&amp;dt=20050412040600&amp;w=RTR&amp;coview="&gt;Study Finds Japanese Watch Most TV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111333190102463802?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111333190102463802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111333190102463802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111333190102463802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111333190102463802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/04/2-and-12-weeks.html' title='2 and 1/2 weeks'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111318649023222675</id><published>2005-04-10T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T22:28:10.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>Finally got my car. An L200&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turned 20. Woot! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally have an official job. It's occasional but still a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Google Maps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has become even more cool since they added Satellite images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you go somewhere new in America go &lt;a href="http://www.shreddies.org/gmaps/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Google Sightseeing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went to GV and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just chose my topic for my big paper thats due for my last class I may ever take at the D-Unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks till I graduate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting lifting like I had been again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the warm weather very much. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111318649023222675?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111318649023222675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111318649023222675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111318649023222675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111318649023222675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111164075593106205</id><published>2005-03-24T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:05:55.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say what to do </title><content type='html'>So its been about a week. Last Thursday I Thrusday I got my first b-day present (its this Saturday) it was a cd frommy sister. I thought it was really nice of her to do that for me. St. Patricks day was cool. I had to go to North Middle school to help tape a event. It series of lectures called "Si Se Puede." I got free food. Saw some slam poetry and there few a very beautiful women there. So that went well. After that was the high light mof my weekend. A friend of mine throw a surprise birthday party for one of our freinds. That was pretty fun it was the first time in while that I actually had that much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night I had also finally turned in my application for the reserve crew. On Monday I called to follow up. I had to go fill out some papers and then go take a phsyical. TodaY I got the call that everything had cleared and I was offically accepted. So I have a job now, occasional, but it's still a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this cold that started on Monday and I'm still getting over it. I hope its done with by tomorrow or Friday the latest I don't want to be sick on my 20th birthday. The begging of my third decade. That was something that my sister pointed out to me in the letter she sent with the cd. I had really never thought about it until then. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111164075593106205?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111164075593106205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111164075593106205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111164075593106205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111164075593106205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-to-say-what-to-do.html' title='What to say what to do '/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111102516172646637</id><published>2005-03-16T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T21:06:01.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow We Had Enough</title><content type='html'>Seriously its time for you to go away. It was mildly cute at first when you came around this season. Then you had storm, and another one then when we thought you were done you came back with a few more. Spring is going to be here in just a few days and with Winter going away no one is really going to want you around anymore. So just go away and let Rain take over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111102516172646637?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111102516172646637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111102516172646637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111102516172646637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111102516172646637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/snow-we-had-enough.html' title='Snow We Had Enough'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111084660219761237</id><published>2005-03-14T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:30:02.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A weak weekday</title><content type='html'>So tired to day. There was barely anything to eat or make in the hosue. So I bought a sub sandwhich, I should have got some chips. I need something else to eat. I really wanted to lift today, its been about two weeks since I last went. I just can't lift if I'm not eating enough it makes me feel sick. Anyways I went and test drove another car today. Tomorrow I'm going to shoot another basket ball game. I believe it is quater finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111084660219761237?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111084660219761237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111084660219761237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111084660219761237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111084660219761237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/weak-weekday_14.html' title='A weak weekday'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111061173833029658</id><published>2005-03-12T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T02:21:42.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7:35 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://735am.com/" title="7:35 in the morning"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/6353121_a634f5b4dc.jpg" width="319" height="234" alt="735am" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This short was nominated by the Academy Awards for best short films. Its about 6 minutes long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111061173833029658?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111061173833029658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111061173833029658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111061173833029658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111061173833029658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/735-in-morning.html' title='7:35 in the morning'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111056997806843495</id><published>2005-03-11T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T14:39:38.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what to say</title><content type='html'>What to abot nothing ness. Not Much I guess. Oh isn't it bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the hell that just was. Anyways this week seemed fairly long even though the days themselves seemed fast. Odd. Anyways not much has happenend this week. On Wensday I went to Davison to tape the High in a Regional game. The won so they're playing to night and I'm going to  shoot again. If they win this game their next one will be at SVSU. So I won't have to go for a long drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this flash cartoon earlier today, I thought it was funny and extreme (you'll know what I mean if you watch it).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csh.rit.edu/~rage/TLGmedia/anim_pages/anewbunny.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'A NEW BUNNY'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csh.rit.edu/~rage/TLGmedia/anim_pages/anewbunny.htm" title='A New Bunny'&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos6.flickr.com/6323789_b4c95742af_o.jpg" width="480" height="359" alt="ex bunny" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111056997806843495?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111056997806843495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111056997806843495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111056997806843495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111056997806843495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-to-say.html' title='what to say'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111032596137106551</id><published>2005-03-08T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:52:41.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doesn't feel right yet</title><content type='html'>Its been two days since I've been back from my uneventful Spring Break and its doesn't feel right. I feel like I just don't belong there any more. I have less than two months of classes now. I guess it doesn't help when I'm ready to be done already. Last year I didn't feel like that because I knew that I was taking Spring classes but I'm not planning on taking any this year. The sad thing is that I'm certain that there is almost nothing that I'm even going to learn in the next couple weeks that I'll retain in memory and life. Just need to finish the work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went with me on the car search today. I'm not really sure what to think about that yet. Sometimes my mom can really be too nice of a person and I don't think that helps too much when dealing with a salesperson. I did take a couple of cars out for a drive today. My mom was cold and hungry so we didn't look as much as I would have liked to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111032596137106551?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111032596137106551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111032596137106551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111032596137106551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111032596137106551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/doesnt-feel-right-yet.html' title='Doesn&apos;t feel right yet'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111025566093754440</id><published>2005-03-07T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:23:39.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Batman's Greatest Boner and Phosphor Alpha 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.redshirt.co.uk/media/batman/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photopeg.com/peg/pic.php?u=13865OSQt&amp;i=21859" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of words and slang can change a great deal in 54 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redshirt.co.uk/media/batman/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photopeg.com/peg/pic.php?u=13865OSQt&amp;i=21861" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this cool shockwave first-person shooter game via &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digg.com/"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today and I've also seen it a few other places today they all describe it as Unreal that you can play in your browswer. I first found it when I was in class today and it didn't want to work with the Mac's mouse so I had to use just keys. But it worked fine with my PC's mouse at home. The game is still being developed it is currently called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rasterwerks.com/dev.public/phosphor_alpha_4_248.htm"&gt;Phosphor Alpha 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and you can check it out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rasterwerks.com/dev.public/phosphor_alpha_4_248.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rasterwerks.com/dev.public/phosphor_alpha_4_248.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photopeg.com/peg/pic.php?u=13865OSQt&amp;i=21860" 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/7089338-111025566093754440?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111025566093754440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111025566093754440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111025566093754440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111025566093754440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/batmans-greatest-boner-and-phosphor.html' title='Batman&apos;s Greatest Boner and Phosphor Alpha 4'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111025441919135575</id><published>2005-03-07T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:00:19.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Search:Auto</title><content type='html'>Last week Wensday night after driving home from a game I shot in Bay City all I could think about was gettinga new car. The next day I called my grandpa and told him how much I have saved to buy a car and asked him to help me find one. On Friday afternoon we started to  look. We went to a few places around town. I took one car for a drive. On Saturday we went on another search. This time my grandma came. Took two cars for a drive that day. Tomorrow my mom is going to go to a few places with me and the search will continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Aurther Hill and Saginaw High both won their games last Wensday they meant up in the District Finals Where the 'High' won. They have a regional games on Wensday which I will be assisting at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my first time I've had class on a Monday in over month. Two weeks in a row classes were delayed due to weather and last week there was no class becasuse of Spring Break. Speaking of Spring break I guess it wasn't as bas as it could have been. I didn't get to go up north which really sucked. But I did get to make a lil bit of money by shooting those basket ball games and got the ball rolling on getting my car (pun intended). Besides not getting ahead in my internet class like I intended I guess this break wasn't a complete waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I found out that my best friend found out that one of his best childhood friends is gay. He told me 'wow I can't believe it'. I can imagine he was kind of freaking out when he heard. I remember last year I was walking through some place with my girlfriend, at the time, and her friend when her friend revealed to her that she was bi and that a few more of her friends were bi also. I wasn't really shocked because I had just meant her friend. My girlfriend was speechless. She talked about it for a while after we had dropped her friend off. So I think I can sort of have a good idea of what my friend must have thought about when he found out. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111025441919135575?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111025441919135575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111025441919135575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111025441919135575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111025441919135575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/different-searchauto.html' title='A Different Search:Auto'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111023542111588645</id><published>2005-03-07T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:44:44.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Search!</title><content type='html'>I was looking at my stats today and thought I'd share a few things about them. With my stats counter it tells me if a person came to my blog through a search engine and what phrase they typed. So he is a list of the varoius searches that have led people to this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN (rachelle ann waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;MSN (rachelle waterman live journal)&lt;br /&gt;MSN (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Google (cache:mgztgdxr6vej:elliottback.com/ my crappy life: the inside look of an insane person blog)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (live journal rachelle ann)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;MSN (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;MSN (smchyrocky on lj)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Google (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Google (rachelle ann monica waterman news)&lt;br /&gt;Google (smchyrocky)&lt;br /&gt;Google (smchyrocky)&lt;br /&gt;Google (lj murderer)&lt;br /&gt;MSN (lj murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Google (smchyrocky)&lt;br /&gt;Google (rachelle ann monica waterman smchyrocky)&lt;br /&gt;Google (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Google (the livejournal murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (lj murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (livejournal murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (livejournal murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (lj murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (the livejournal murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (livejournal murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (the livejournal murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (smchyrocky)&lt;br /&gt;Google (lj murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (lj murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Google (lj murderer)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (ken jennnings)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (jeporady winner)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (rachelle ann monica waterman)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (tim burton's corpse bride trailer)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (tim burton's corpse bride trailer)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (ken jennnings)&lt;br /&gt;AltaVista (fuel network ucw)&lt;br /&gt;AltaVista (wrestling fuel network)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (how to say yes to sex)&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo ! (ken jennnings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So more than half of those searchs lead to the same post which was entitled &lt;a href="http://fep3.blogspot.com/2004/11/lj-murdererthats-what-theyre-calling.html"&gt;The LJ Murderer...thats what they're calling her&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe I should do a follow up. Her trial probably either began by now or she's a waiting trial. Looking at this I realized that I spelled Jeopardy! wrong. Will i fix it now? Most likely no. That second to last search "how to say yes to sex" I found pretty funny. The post that search lead to was  &lt;a href="http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/could-it-be-well-yes-it-is-sex.html"&gt;Could it be? Well yes it is sex.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111023542111588645?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111023542111588645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111023542111588645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111023542111588645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111023542111588645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/search.html' title='Search!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-111007530493426000</id><published>2005-03-05T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T21:15:04.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What boredom will do</title><content type='html'>Etymology&lt;br /&gt;Middle English, attested in pseudo-Latin fuccant, (they) fuck, deciphered from gxddbov.&lt;br /&gt;Word history&lt;br /&gt;The obscenity fuck is a very old word and has been considered shocking from the first, though it is seen in print much more often now than in the past. Its first known occurrence, in code because of its unacceptability, is in a poem composed in a mixture of Latin and English sometime before 1500. The poem, which satirizes the Carmelite friars of Cambridge, England, takes its title, "Flen flyys," from the first words of its opening line, "Flen, flyys, and freris," that is, "fleas, flies, and friars." The line that contains fuck reads "Non sunt in coeli, quia gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk." The Latin words "Non sunt in coeli, quia," mean "they [the friars] are not in heaven, since." The code "gxddbov xxkxzt pg ifmk" is easily broken by simply substituting the preceding letter in the alphabet, keeping in mind differences in the alphabet and in spelling between then and now: i was then used for both i and j; v was used for both u and v; and vv was used for w. This yields "fvccant [a fake Latin form] vvivys of heli." The whole thus reads in translation: "They are not in heaven because they fuck wives of Ely [a town near Cambridge]."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-111007530493426000?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/111007530493426000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=111007530493426000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111007530493426000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/111007530493426000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-boredom-will-do.html' title='What boredom will do'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110989197329813928</id><published>2005-03-03T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T18:19:33.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shield Season 4</title><content type='html'>I just seen the first two episodes of the 4th season of The Sheild.  This season is starting out good. There's  new Captain, Monica Rawling, played by Glenn Close. Also theres another famous actor playing the major target of this season which is Anthony Anderson. There are also two dectectives thrown in the mix. Dectective Steve Billings who works in the Barn and Armando 'Army' Renta who is Shane's new partner in the vice unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the first episode you're introduced to the new Captin Rawling, and Antwon Mitchell, played by Anthony Anderson, a excon/exgang leader who is still the leader but not claiming it. Through out the ep Capt Rawling is taging along with Mackey trying to see how she can use him. Mackey can't leave the barn because of a "4 page" report that Aceveda wrote about him. Since the Strike team was broke up Aceveda had put Mackey and Ronnie on this 'hiding camera detail' leaving them in just to watch tapes. Anyways by the end of the ep Rawling tells Mackey that she is planning to start up a new Task Force. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second ep Macky identifies his old mentor Gilroy in the morge. Shane is appearing to become even more crooked than before and he's teaching his new partner Armando to follow in his ways. Rawling is already trying to win over her new department. By the end of the ep its made official that Rawling is the new Captain. There's a big surprise that comes at the end of the ep where Mackey is watching Shane and in a near by car you see Antwon Mitchell, Mackey's new target, in the same frame. Is Mackey going to have to take down Shane or pull him out of this? Looks like another good start to a great show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110989197329813928?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110989197329813928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110989197329813928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110989197329813928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110989197329813928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/shield-season-4.html' title='The Shield Season 4'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110984543195798758</id><published>2005-03-03T05:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T05:23:51.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things that need to be replace or fixed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rear Breaks are starting to go&lt;br /&gt;Three tires (one has a slow leak) &lt;br /&gt;The Brights&lt;br /&gt;The Wipers&lt;br /&gt;The Dashboard lights&lt;br /&gt;Right blinker&lt;br /&gt;The Brights&lt;br /&gt;Some belt under the hood&lt;br /&gt;Car begins to shake after 40&lt;br /&gt;Cruise Control (don't really need it but it would be nice if i knew I could)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I didn't think it would be all that bad not being able to see how fast you're going when its dark. I was so damn wrong and now with my wipers fucking up it just became worse. Since my wipers started fucking up its really made everything that I already knew was bad with the car just seem that much worse. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110984543195798758?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110984543195798758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110984543195798758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110984543195798758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110984543195798758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/fucking-car.html' title='Fucking Car'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110974812276256242</id><published>2005-03-02T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T02:22:02.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reasons just keep coming</title><content type='html'>On Monday I went to Bay City to shoot a basketball game of SETV. Besides almost getting kicked in the head by falling cheerleader everything went fine. The problem was what happenend before and after the game. A big snow storm started on way to the school and I had to use my wipers. Well about a week ago my wipers started to not work right. When you would turn them on only the passenger side would work. So I have to get out of the car get it moving then it'll work. But then the wiper won't work and eventually wrap around the door. I'm driving on the highway this happens. I could barely see and had to pull over three times to fix the wipers. By the time game was over my car was covered in snow. Had to wipe it off. I figured I should  take M13 because of what happenend on the way there. It was horrible I couldn't see anything. The roads were all white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't work on my car:&lt;br /&gt;The Brights&lt;br /&gt;The Wipers&lt;br /&gt;The Dashboard lights (can't see how fast I'm going)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110974812276256242?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110974812276256242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110974812276256242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110974812276256242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110974812276256242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/reasons-just-keep-coming.html' title='The Reasons just keep coming'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110965849330563119</id><published>2005-03-01T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T01:28:13.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>U.S. - Mexico Tunnel Discovered</title><content type='html'>This sounds like something out of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/kcci/20050301/lo_kgtv/2604859"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Federal authorities from San Diego are investigating a border tunnel discovered by Mexican authorities over the weekend, it was reported Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel connected a luxurious Mexicali residence to neighboring Calexico in Imperial County, officials with the Mexican Federal Attorney General's Office told The San Diego Union-Tribune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the passageway, investigators discovered lighting and ventilation equipment, a closed-circuit security system, hydraulic machinery and various tools, Mexican authorities told the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finding led agents to believe that the tunnel was presumably used for drug trafficking, Mexican authorities told the Union-Tribune. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this tunnel may have been used to for illegal reasons. But it just sounds really cool. How many tunnels have you heard about that had "closed-circuit security system" or even "hydraulic machinery." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/kcci/20050301/lo_kgtv/2604859"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A middle section of the tunnel was initially discovered in the United States early Friday by U.S. Border Patrol agents checking for tunnels in a residential area of Calexico, the newspaper reported. It is the third tunnel found in Calexico in the past 15 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S. investigators searched for the tunnel's other end, Lauren Mack, a spokeswoman for U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement in San Diego told the Union-Tribune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is an ongoing criminal investigation, and we're still trying to locate a possible exit to the U.S.," Mack told the newspaper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they're still trying to locate an exit in the U.S. it makes you wonder how fucking long is this tunnel!?! From what it sounds like there are multiple paths within in this tunnel. Another cool thing about this tunnel is that it was found in a rich neighborhood. Kind of like Bad Boys II but this tunnel leads to a another country. Where did all of the dirt go? Mexico? America? Both? I'm thinking you can stand some what in various places in this tunnel since its has a closed-circuit security system. I'd really like to see some pictures of this. I have some ideas but what was the hydraulic machinery used for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tunnel thing makes me wonder... no question how many tunnels that there may be from Canada to the U.S. To me it seems like there would be so much more unprotected border space on that end of the country compared to the other end. Now down by Mexico you could pretty much dig a tunnel all year round. At least you would think so. Up by the Canadian broader I kind of wonder how much the weather could effect digging out a tunnel. From my understanding the ground stops freezing at around six feet below so you'd have to go lower than that. I need to write a movie about this. I hope they follow up on this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110965849330563119?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110965849330563119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110965849330563119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110965849330563119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110965849330563119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/03/us-mexico-tunnel-discovered.html' title='U.S. - Mexico Tunnel Discovered'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110957252683583919</id><published>2005-02-28T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T01:35:26.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When 2 become 1</title><content type='html'>Over this weekend I found out two of my cousins are getting married. One of them is them is about 30 and has only known this woman for a few months. This is the same cousin who is/was my writing partner. I hope he'll still be able to write with me. I guess my grandma was upset over the whole situation. My cousin has been living there for at least 8 years and my grandma has become very dependent on him doing things for her. From what I understand he hand just meant this woman on New Years eve. And they're going to get married in either a few weeks or months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other cousin that going to be getting married is just over a year older than me. Last night I meant his wife to be. She seems real nice. They're getting married next April. She has baby boy. It was to see but nice to see that he has family of his own. I'm really happy for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;_____&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I last night came across a &lt;a href="http://www.tpu.fi/~t4jlaaks/ep3/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; that that gave away the story to the next Star Wars movie. Well most people do have a fair idea of what happens in the next film. The pictures on this site gives away a lot of key lot points. &lt;a href="http://www.tpu.fi/~t4jlaaks/ep3/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Star Wars Episode 3 - 80 Screenshots&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110957252683583919?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110957252683583919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110957252683583919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110957252683583919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110957252683583919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-2-become-1.html' title='When 2 become 1'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110956545605675961</id><published>2005-02-27T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:41:45.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always a Leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="0" src="http://members.aol.com/chrispyk16/shake.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am Master Shake from Aqua Teen Hunger Force!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href =http://members.aol.com/chrispyk16/Aquateens.html&gt;Which Aqua Teen Hunger Force character are you??&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110956545605675961?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110956545605675961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110956545605675961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110956545605675961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110956545605675961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/always-leader.html' title='Always a Leader'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110931159424917053</id><published>2005-02-25T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T16:40:58.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>40 to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66" title="States"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos5.flickr.com/5429199_560fb58946_o.jpg" width="480" height="298" alt="statemap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66"&gt;create your own personalized map of the USA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110931159424917053?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110931159424917053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110931159424917053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110931159424917053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110931159424917053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/40-to-go.html' title='40 to go'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110929925631441604</id><published>2005-02-24T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T21:40:56.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope this isn't the way its going to be</title><content type='html'>Well I had my last class before spring break today. Already I've spent my first day alone. Well for the most part. I came home ate then went and worked out and ever since I've been home alone. I just hope that I don't end up spending the rest or majority of my break like this. Class was good today. This one is usually pretty interesting. It just feels too last too long sometimes. The worst thing about spending all of this time alone is that: I think too much about stuff that isn't really important or that I shouldn't even be thinking about. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110929925631441604?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110929925631441604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110929925631441604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110929925631441604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110929925631441604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/hope-this-isnt-way-its-going-to-be.html' title='Hope this isn&apos;t the way its going to be'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110912176961790155</id><published>2005-02-22T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T20:22:49.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't get much sleep last night. Woke up a few time before I actually got up. I felt sad when I did get up. Felt like I had a lot on my mind but there was only one thing I was thinking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was actually fun today. It started off the same as usual. But today a playwright came in and spoke to us. After a while she asked if any of us had ever written a monologue then told us to write one. She handed us a paper with four pictures of women. We had choose one of the pictures and write a monologue as one of them. I was surprised how fast my idea came to me. I ended reading my monologue in character in front of my class. I threw in a few extra words here and there. I barely looked at my sheet while reading. I tired to make it funny. I got a lot of laughs. That really felt good. On my way home from school I kept thinking about rewriting a monologue I wrote four years ago which was the last time I was in theater class. Well two more days till spring break begins. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110912176961790155?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110912176961790155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110912176961790155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110912176961790155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110912176961790155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/didnt-get-much-sleep-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110905067939746743</id><published>2005-02-22T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:37:59.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had similar feelings like this before about 8 or 9 months ago. Almost the exact same but their are some big differences now. Don't really know what to think about all of it yet. Don't really want to think about it much but I will anyways. Communication is hard when there is no phone to call and no one to relay any messages. Hope she calls soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110905067939746743?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110905067939746743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110905067939746743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110905067939746743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110905067939746743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-had-similar-feelings-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110894092559895799</id><published>2005-02-20T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:08:45.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausing &amp; Randomly Jumping to the Ends of Words  </title><content type='html'>It &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; one of those days where you just need to sit around at home all day. Today does sort of feel good to actually just sitting around. This weekend was pretty fun. Last week I didn't think that last weekend was going to be any fun. Then Saturday came around and friend invited me over and I had good time. This time,on Friday, after hanging out with a friend half of the night I thought my weekend was going to suck because a shoot I had the next day. But I went out midnight and had good time. Yesterday the shoot went well and I got paid. Then I went to a bowling alley and hung out with Pun and the crew. We went to the Texan afterwards. Me and Pun hung out his house for while after that. We had a lot of those &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'We're going to be laughing about this tomorrow moments.' &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've come to that point in my my school life were I've been assigned to write my own Obituary! Is it odd? Of course it is especially when you've had fears of dying young that go and come everynow and then. I'll have some fun with it. One more week of classes til spring break and total of nine weeks of classes left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110894092559895799?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110894092559895799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110894092559895799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110894092559895799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110894092559895799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/pausing-randomly-jumping-to-ends-of.html' title='Pausing &amp; Randomly Jumping to the Ends of Words  '/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110871403356874067</id><published>2005-02-18T03:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T03:07:13.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe this is the turn around</title><content type='html'>Tuesday on my drive home from school I stopped at meat/fruit market to get a tomato. On way in the store I saw flyer said they were hiring   and I got an app on my way out. After I ate I filled it out and went back and turned it in. Now earlier tonight on my way to get gas I ran into someone who works at the station I interned at, which my dad works at also. He asked me what I was up to and I ended up telling him that I had applied to that store. Turns out this guys happens to be good friends with the manager who hires for this chain of meat/fruit markets and is going to give him a call on my behalf. The only reason I went that gas station was because the other two down the street had gas for about 17 cents more. If the gas wasn't more expensive I wouldn't have run into that guy. He kept telling me to call my dad to remind him to call his friend tomorrow and tell him about me. I hope it works out because I really need a job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have basketball game that I'm going to help shoot on Saturday. I'm not really looking forward to that. I might end up being put on the reserve crew after all. I think it pays like 6 or 7 something an hour. But it would only be a few days at the most out of a month. Maybe more during the play off season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not having my dashboard light still really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend is right &lt;a href="http://www.gamesloth.com/games/yetisports5.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is a very addicting flash game. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamesloth.com/games/yetisports5.html"&gt;Yetisports&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110871403356874067?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110871403356874067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110871403356874067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110871403356874067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110871403356874067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/maybe-this-is-turn-around.html' title='Maybe this is the turn around'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110870424508297472</id><published>2005-02-18T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T01:15:34.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggity Giggity Giggity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html" title="Quagmire"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/4989191_82ac748a4d.jpg" width="300" height="200" alt="quagmire"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.stanford.edu/~atd10/quizes/fgquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Family Guy character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110870424508297472?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110870424508297472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110870424508297472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110870424508297472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110870424508297472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/giggity-giggity-giggity.html' title='Giggity Giggity Giggity!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110859281365067630</id><published>2005-02-16T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T17:26:53.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In pictures: How the world is changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/shared/spl/hi/picture_gallery/05/sci_nat_how_the_world_is_changing/html/1.stm" title="No snow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos4.flickr.com/4921675_4a27859d3a.jpg" width="416" height="300" alt="Mount Hood" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the climate warms up, mountainous regions may experience lower levels of snowfall.&lt;br /&gt;This image shows Mount Hood in Oregon at the same time in late summer in 1985 and 2002.&lt;br /&gt;Image: Gary Braasch © &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was pretty cool looking. Concering? I don't know if I should be or not or if I even care all that much. Some of the pictures are a bit questionable if they were actually take at the same location. Same time of the year and whatnot. This picture above is supposed to have been taken around the same time in year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110859281365067630?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110859281365067630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110859281365067630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110859281365067630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110859281365067630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-pictures-how-world-is-changing.html' title='In pictures: How the world is changing'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110852015988796407</id><published>2005-02-15T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T21:20:09.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain of Misery</title><content type='html'>9/29/03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If misery loves company,&lt;br /&gt;Then what does misery gain&lt;br /&gt;When company is helpless with their pain&lt;br /&gt;Just to think about it may drive you insane&lt;br /&gt;but why do they wanna be around others&lt;br /&gt;When they were made this way by another&lt;br /&gt;They use the company of others to cover&lt;br /&gt;Their pain which in turns makes the company in vain&lt;br /&gt;Which just leaves misery still in pain&lt;br /&gt;Yes it’s quite insane&lt;br /&gt;But company can help misery forget&lt;br /&gt;and cause it to lose it’s state of mind&lt;br /&gt;Only for misery to regret&lt;br /&gt; what happened during the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this poem as you can tell by the date this was written about a year and a half ago. It's not about me though. This is based on someone that I had spent alot of time around back then. They always seemed so damn unhappy unless they were drinking. So why am I posting this? Well I really like the poem and can think of many different ways it could be applied to situations of life. But I thought that it might be a good idea to to give some backgrounf info on this to avoid certain comments that might be left. Also before I wrote this the phrase '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;misery loves company&lt;/span&gt;' kept going through my head and that kind of got me thinking. Eventually it lead to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110852015988796407?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110852015988796407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110852015988796407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110852015988796407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110852015988796407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/pain-of-misery.html' title='Pain of Misery'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110836103624612522</id><published>2005-02-14T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T01:03:56.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its VD and I have No VD Yahooo</title><content type='html'>So its that one day of the year where the were people who don't like the day seem to complain alot about it yet they'll still wish you a happy one. I find that very interesting.  A lot of people who aren't seeing someone seem to despise this day. Even some people who are in relationships don't like this day because of the pressure they may feel. Or it could be that there relationship has problems and this just brings them out even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night I helped a friend out who was actually helping someone else out. This gilr and her friends were going to drive home drunk from a bar and a  friend of mine went and picked them up so they wouldn't drive. He called me so that I could take him to his car. This bar was way out in the middle of nowhere. Worst of all my windshield kept getting this texture over it. I had to stop to stop at gas station two or three times to clean. Then the light in my dash console went out. Now when I'm driving at night I have to turn on the dome lights to check my speed. I guess I'll just have to add this to list of thing I already don't like about that car. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110836103624612522?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110836103624612522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110836103624612522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110836103624612522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110836103624612522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-vd-and-i-have-no-vd-yahooo.html' title='Its VD and I have No VD Yahooo'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110828275111107887</id><published>2005-02-13T03:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T03:19:11.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh it's what you'll do</title><content type='html'>So I had a first tonight. I'm not proud of it but now I do know that it feels better after it happens. The door was practically opened for me  a few minutes ago. But I have to say that I feel decent. I feel a little bad though because I did call this girl that I've liked for a long time and left a few messages.  She is currently dating someone and I don't want to be that guy to break up things. Although I don't think I could if I even tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110828275111107887?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110828275111107887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110828275111107887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110828275111107887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110828275111107887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-its-what-youll-do.html' title='Oh it&apos;s what you&apos;ll do'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110810656048314291</id><published>2005-02-11T02:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:22:40.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interpretation of Dreams</title><content type='html'>Oddly enough I had a very interesting dream last night and a few minutes ago I came across this site: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.psychwww.com/books/interp/chap01d.htm"&gt;Why Dreams Are Forgotten After Waking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm down to 10 weeks left of classes this semester. In about 3 weeks my spring break will begin. As usual I have no plans. Although I may go up north to a friends cabin for a few days. but something has come up the last few times I planned on going so I won't know fro sure until I actually go. This last week went by fast. The upside of the week was that I wasn't feeling as bad as I did last week. The only problem I had and still has been with my eyes. It hurts for me move them too much in anyone direction. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110810656048314291?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110810656048314291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110810656048314291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110810656048314291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110810656048314291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/interpretation-of-dreams.html' title='Interpretation of Dreams'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110791930887003640</id><published>2005-02-08T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:22:36.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transportation</title><content type='html'>For as much as a I hate it, I smiled today when she told me that it seemed right for me. I don't know if it was just because she took the time to notice something about me. Maybe it was the fact that she would even point it out to me. Of course I gave her a bit of hard time but in a joking manner. Found out we both got our cars because we both had no other choice. She's been becoming my highlight of the day a lot more and more lately. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110791930887003640?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110791930887003640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110791930887003640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110791930887003640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110791930887003640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/transportation.html' title='Transportation'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110790859656289132</id><published>2005-02-08T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T19:24:33.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It kinda makes sense now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more romantic than 80% of the population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/romatic.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You life your life like a fairy tale... or at least you try to.&lt;br /&gt;Living for magical moments, you believe there's only one true love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most important thing in your life, and you don't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match loves to be in love as much as you do!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/romanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#F6E5CE&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" style='color:black; font-size: 12pt;'&gt;Your Penis Name is: &lt;b&gt;Big Lebowski&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/penisname.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Get your own Penis Name&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110790859656289132?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110790859656289132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110790859656289132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110790859656289132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110790859656289132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/it-kinda-makes-sense-now.html' title='It kinda makes sense now!'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110784844719223408</id><published>2005-02-08T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T02:41:13.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Reviewed on Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It was one of those days when you didn't want to get up but did anyways. You knew that your presence wasn't going to make a difference even before you step out of bed. Since it's surrounded by three sides theres no way you can possibly get out on the wrong side. So you get up and change clothes knowing you only have one class. But still wanting to be comfortable you end up throwing everything clean on the floor just to end up wearing the clothes that were on the floor when you didn't want to get up. As you leave the house you begin to realize that you didn't brush your teeth long enough. After checking your pockets you feel a pack of gum and you're on your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110784844719223408?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110784844719223408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110784844719223408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110784844719223408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110784844719223408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/monday-morning-reviewed-on-tuesday.html' title='Monday Morning Reviewed on Tuesday'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110764405202363621</id><published>2005-02-05T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T17:54:12.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its dark and hell is hot</title><content type='html'>Since Tuesday night I've been waking up in sweat and have had to change my clothes so many times. I didn't go to class on Wensday, but did on Thrusday. In really nice did happen that day. There was one person besides a friend of mine that didn't back away from me when I said I wasn't feeling good, except for thos who had already been sick this year, that didn't back away from me. It was actually this girl I like, she told me that I probably got it from her. Immediately I started thinking to myself that I wish I could say that because that would mean that I had actually spent some time with her. I did get to talk to her before my class and even more after which was nice. Friday I woke up with a an even higher temp than the previous day and finally went to the doctor. They just told me that I had got a bad virus. I woke up sweating again this morning but I havn't had a high tmep since. So maybe I'll be completely better by Monday? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I used DMX's 1st cd title, I just kept thinking about it all week. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110764405202363621?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110764405202363621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110764405202363621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110764405202363621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110764405202363621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-dark-and-hell-is-hot.html' title='Its dark and hell is hot'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110730252141642606</id><published>2005-02-01T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:30:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn they got me sick</title><content type='html'>I'm Cold and warm and its very unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my little sisters turned 9 today. Just last Friday one of my little brothers turned 7 and two weeks ago my baby sister turned 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad now that I got a head start on my hw this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this cool site over on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://digg.com"&gt;Digg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last night called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.20q.net/index.html"&gt;20Q.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Here's the tag line on the site.  &lt;blockquote&gt;20Q.net is an experiment in artificial intelligence. The program is very simple but its behavior is complex. Everything that it knows and all questions that it asks were entered by people playing this game. 20Q.net is a learning system; the more it is played, the smarter it gets.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of this so called game is to think of a somewhat common thing/object and with in 20 simple quetions with answers like yes, no, maybe, sometimes. ect. It got the first couple of object I thought of. It wasn't able to get the last couple of items. I'm not going to say what they were. Maybe you can think of something it can't guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On something completely different is it just me or does it seem to be a bit of a coincidence that the same week Mc Donalds starts advertising its new double fish fillet sandwich that Arby's is also introducing two new fish sandwiches. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110730252141642606?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110730252141642606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110730252141642606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110730252141642606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110730252141642606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/damn-they-got-me-sick.html' title='Damn they got me sick'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110728666213447096</id><published>2005-02-01T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:55:07.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you say Oh</title><content type='html'>Today in my intro to theater class we did some acting exercises adn one of them was to say the "oh" in ten different ways. A few of the ways we had to say "oh" included happy, surpised, and sad. Well I had the two hottest girls in my class sitting next to me and it was very distracting but a nice distraction. We also had to do some improv and keep it going for 3 minutes. I thought it was kind of fun. Forgot how long 3 minutes feels when you're in front of your class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and brother have been sick since Sunday. I've been trying to avoid all contact with everything outside of my room. Now I feel like I'm beginning to get sick. Whats up with that? Its probably in the air now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110728666213447096?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110728666213447096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110728666213447096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110728666213447096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110728666213447096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/02/way-you-say-oh.html' title='The way you say Oh'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110714888875886071</id><published>2005-01-31T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T00:21:28.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye &amp; Hello at the same time</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to my favorite Chinese resturant. The people there know me and my mom because we've been going there for so many years. Anyways as I was paying the lady that works there told me that she was happy to see me because they were moving and that these other people were going to take over. I was happy to be able to say good bye to them, especially for all of the good meals they made for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was fun. It was a good night. Yeah thats all I'm really going to say about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I just visted a &lt;a href="http://digg.com/"&gt;Digg.com&lt;/a&gt; a site that has recently become a favorite of mine and found a site where you can play &lt;a href="http://snesorama.net/flash/lemmings/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemmings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. This was one of the few computer games that I used to play back in the day in grade school. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110714888875886071?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110714888875886071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110714888875886071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110714888875886071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110714888875886071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/goodbye-hello-at-same-time.html' title='Goodbye &amp; Hello at the same time'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110679078876832228</id><published>2005-01-26T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:53:08.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have New Champ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.everyvideogame.com/play/nintendo/Punch-Out!!.htm" title="Punch-Out!!!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3849599_3c660b664b.jpg" width="360" height="338" alt="punchout" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't why but everytime I have the chance to play any NES game I look for Punch-Out!!! and Ice Hockey. Earlier to day I found this cool &lt;a href="http://www.everyvideogame.com/games/nintendo/text_game_list/a.htm"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.digg.com/gaming"&gt;Digg/Gaming&lt;/a&gt; that that lets you play various NES, Gameboy, Sega and older Arcade games. I've seen this on a few other before but this one is best that I've seen to date. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110679078876832228?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110679078876832228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110679078876832228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110679078876832228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110679078876832228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/we-have-new-champ.html' title='We Have New Champ'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110670854459286384</id><published>2005-01-25T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:02:24.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/corpse_bride/" title="Corpse Bride"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos3.flickr.com/3810117_5192047427.jpg" width="390" height="445" alt="corpse-bride-title" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more can I say but watch the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/corpse_bride/"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110670854459286384?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110670854459286384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110670854459286384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110670854459286384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110670854459286384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/tim-burtons-corpse-bride.html' title='Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110663539594206305</id><published>2005-01-25T01:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T01:43:15.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Def</title><content type='html'>I swear I've really been looking for some sort of inspiration in my life lately. I don't think that I've truely even tired hard enough yet. It seems as if I have the same things going on over in over in my head and I'm not really getting anything done. I've often heard that if you write you goals down that you're more likely to accomplish them becasue you have something tangible to look at and to refer to fo inspiration and yada yada. I need to do that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched season one of Def Poetry today which I thought was very good. It makes me want to start writing poetry again. I think I was at my best about 5 years ago when I was  about 14. I think the work that I did back then was somewhat remarkable for being something that I wrote for the age that I was. but now whenever  I do write something I generally don't like it. But then again I didn't like what I wrote back then either. After watching this show it I feel inspired to write again. What I wrote back then as a whole was very simple. Now I want to write more complex stories and be even more creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will lead to me finally writing my short. I actually came up with a unique idea for a movie a few weeks ago. But its not even something that I could even make, at least in my mind, into a short. Maybe I'll just make some sort of improvisation piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My housing application for Wayne came today. Since I'm a transfer student coming in as a Junior I only have two options for housing. Well I could always try to look for an apartment in Detroit but theres no way I could afford it. One of them just happens to be a brand new building that opens in  the fall. Found out that if I apply to this place I have to be on meal plan. Don't really know how to feel about that one yet. Its still marinating in my mind (did you get that analogy or is it a simile). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week and a half ago one of my uncles died whom I never meant. Well I don't think I have. He was my grandpa's unlce. Which would be my great-grandfather's brother, which would make him my great-great-uncle. A few days later his sister died also. Which would be my great-great-aunt. And it turns out that another one of my Great-grandpa's brothers is looking as if he'll be dying soon also. So thats three siblings of my Great-grandpa that will have died with in days of each other.  I'm not sure where he falls in age rise compared to the rest but I think he may just be the oldest. This really got me thinking how odd and sad it would be to see one of my younger siblings die before me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110663539594206305?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110663539594206305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110663539594206305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110663539594206305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110663539594206305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-def.html' title='Its Def'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110660379182499776</id><published>2005-01-24T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T16:56:31.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Could it be? Well yes it is sex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050124_sex_school.html" title="Long Chains of Relations"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3766441_2cec7ac424.jpg" width="455" height="273" alt="romancenet" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder how close you were to your fellow classamtes in highshcool sexually? Well if you were truly a whore(men included, as far as I'm concerned a whore is a whore or they could just be misunderstood) maybe you already know. But even if you only had few or even one relationship in highschool you might be surprized by how connected you were after reading about this &lt;a href="http://www.livescience.com/humanbiology/050124_sex_school.html"&gt;study&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/7089338-110660379182499776?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110660379182499776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110660379182499776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110660379182499776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110660379182499776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/could-it-be-well-yes-it-is-sex.html' title='Could it be? Well yes it is sex.'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110651040130211756</id><published>2005-01-23T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T15:00:01.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King of Late Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20050123/D87PVF6G0.html?1c" title="Carson"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos2.flickr.com/3710342_b7c5a5bf62.jpg" width="500" height="363" alt="carson" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Johnny Carson, the "Tonight Show" TV host who served America a smooth nightcap of celebrity banter, droll comedy and heartland charm for 30 years, has died. He was 79. "Mr. Carson passed away peacefully early Sunday morning," his nephew, Jeff Sotzing, told The Associated Press. "He was surrounded by his family, whose loss will be immeasurable. There will be no memorial service."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://apnews.myway.com/article/20050123/D87PVF6G0.html?1c"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110651040130211756?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110651040130211756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110651040130211756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110651040130211756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110651040130211756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/king-of-late-night.html' title='King of Late Night'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7089338.post-110646950177913225</id><published>2005-01-23T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T03:48:24.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vh1 and the women</title><content type='html'>Tonight was nice I got out and hand a good time.  Ever since it starting getting cold a few months ago it seems like me having a fun weekend has become few and far part. I think I only had a good time becaue this girl I hadn't seen in long time was there. Forgot how pretty she is. I actually had a pretty good chance of dating her last year but I started talking to this other girl about the same time meant her and kept with the one. Hope too see her soon again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the majority of my weekend watching the "I love the 90's Part Duex" specials. It weird how all of these events in pop cluture from that decade seem like they just happenend. I hope they do an 80's part 3 and then do an 90's part 3 or just another part 3. They could always do a 70's part two but I don't think got enough views for that series. Also I've still been looking and reading everything I can about the Mac Mini. Still not impressed or even interested in the iPod Shuffle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls, ladies, women, whatever you wanna call females; I  just can't get them off the mind.  I swear it seems like everytime I meet girl and become interested in them they end up having a boyfriend or married. Just kidding about 'married' but it seems like somethign that is more and more likely being a possibility of happening I grow older. So I have this freind that I like but of course she has a boyfriend, I liked her before she had one though. But at the time I kind of felt as if I wasn't good enough for her. (Which oddly enough is the way I kind of feel about this girl I was talking to tonight.) I think she might know that I like her, it not like I've just came out and told her. Anyways I kept seeing my friends boyfriend all this week, which made me realize that I'm probably going to see him every week for the next 13 weeks (yes I'm already counting down). I don't like this guy and he doesn't like me, so the world is in balance there. He doesn't like me because I'm a friend of his girlfriend that she actually talks to and probably sees me as sort of a threat because he thinks I like her which I DO. I can understand that because a lot of guys get jelous over stuff like that. But she's not married so I'm not gonna stop being her friend anytime soon. I feel I have legitiment reason not to like the guy which is that he's really asshole to her. But I have to base it off whats she has told me. The bigggest thing that pissed me off and still makes me mad when I think about it is that he's violently pushed her around few times and the times at which he did it just makes it worse. The other thing is that he doesn't seem to be that stable of a person. It almost sounds like he's bound to do something crazy to himself one day. For the last couple of weeks or so this guy has been clicking or is it that he's been checking my buddy lists in my AIM profiles. Its been hard for me not to get mad when I seen this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow I still can't stop thinking about this girl tonight. I felt like a few people were watchng me for awhile when I was around her tonight because they knew that we had like each other last year. But nothing ever happenend. The truth is just last week I never thought I'd see her again. Watch I do see her again and she's dating someone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7089338-110646950177913225?l=fep3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/feeds/110646950177913225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7089338&amp;postID=110646950177913225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110646950177913225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7089338/posts/default/110646950177913225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fep3.blogspot.com/2005/01/vh1-and-women.html' title='Vh1 and the women'/><author><name>fed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13338304338612197908</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
