<?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-6807506</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:32:55.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkshower Pyro</title><subtitle type='html'>-What you get when you mix 10 pounds of aluminum foil, 3 packs of fireworks, and a microwave </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-114333665796312669</id><published>2006-03-25T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T19:30:57.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid spring break being over before it started...grrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-114333665796312669?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/114333665796312669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/114333665796312669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114333665796312669' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-114239888973177086</id><published>2006-03-14T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T23:01:29.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a year</title><content type='html'>So I decided that after more than a year's lapse in posting perhaps it's time I give a bit of an update...here goes..&lt;br /&gt;...this may kill me...&lt;br /&gt;Things I did:&lt;br /&gt;1. Decided on Drake&lt;br /&gt;2. Declared biology major&lt;br /&gt;3. Decided to go by Andrew instead of Andy (those of you that knew me before as Andy may continue to call me Andy...just don't be surprised if it takes me a bit to figure out who you are talking about)&lt;br /&gt;3. Got into relationship&lt;br /&gt;4. Realized 8am classes blow chunks and that there is such a thing as sleeping in and nap time&lt;br /&gt;5. Got out of said relationship (just short of 6 months later)(not by choice)&lt;-ask on aim if you really want more details&lt;br /&gt;6. Realized I really want to go home for spring break (18th through the 25th of March)&lt;br /&gt;7.Posted on blogger for first time in a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which brings us full circle, and I can pretend I've said everything I have done...and be completely lying to you...I guess if you want more details you're going to have to call or IM me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-114239888973177086?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/114239888973177086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/114239888973177086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114239888973177086' title='More than a year'/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-110739233286896012</id><published>2005-02-02T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T19:00:53.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well...the conference nordic meet was yesterday...missed all-conference honorable mention by two spots...sniffle (i'll live). Team did really well as a whole (i didn't expect to be even that close myself)...hidden nuke...and no one on the team died from the first smog alert in minnesota in 25 years...but i'm into gustavus, st. olaf, and drake now...just waiting to hear back from lawrence...then i begin the final selection process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-110739233286896012?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/110739233286896012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/110739233286896012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110739233286896012' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-110481483236641007</id><published>2005-01-03T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T07:57:28.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;*falls to knees in agony*&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow :(&lt;br /&gt;*dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-110481483236641007?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/110481483236641007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/110481483236641007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110481483236641007' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-110358504509482782</id><published>2004-12-20T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T17:24:05.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand</title><content type='html'>guess who's back....and i hate any of you who just guessed wrong&lt;br /&gt;um...anywho....what have I been up to in the last 2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessee...guys CC team went to state...got tenth over all (the team)...dylan got 2nd, clare got 3rd, katherine got 4th, and margaret got 7th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;applications are going in...already fully applied to st.olaf and lawrence....just need to fill out the drake and gustavus apps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cc ski started up...and i know you all want to stand out in the coldest weather possible to watch me being sexy in spandex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lessee...being stalked by a freshman...had another freshman try to solve that problem by attempting to set me up with *another* freshman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTER BREAK! has started...and I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-110358504509482782?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/110358504509482782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/110358504509482782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110358504509482782' title='Back by popular demand'/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-109946236537031928</id><published>2004-11-03T01:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:12:45.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm waiting for a miracle to happen and i don't think its gonna happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-109946236537031928?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109946236537031928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109946236537031928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946236537031928' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-109946209783108878</id><published>2004-11-03T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T00:08:17.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1 fricking electoral vote and Bush wins......&lt;br /&gt;the fucker who gutted our country&lt;br /&gt;destroyed our economy&lt;br /&gt;severed our foreign relations&lt;br /&gt;openly discriminated against minorities&lt;br /&gt;hoarded money for the super rich while kicking dirt into the eyes and open wounds of starving children&lt;br /&gt;fuck ohio...fuck this country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-109946209783108878?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109946209783108878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109946209783108878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109946209783108878' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-109901529841386040</id><published>2004-10-28T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:01:38.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cross country team had its section meet tonight.....and both the girls and the guys team made it to state!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Girls finished first in the sections and guys finished second. Girls had a 1, 2,&amp; 3 finish again...(Claire, Katherine, then Margaret [with Margaret having quite possibly the best finish i've ever seen passing the girl in fourth in the last 2 meters]). Dylan got 2nd place, and Upjohn got 8th. All in all everyone ran well. For those of you who want to cheer us on, the state meet is November 6th at St. Olaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-109901529841386040?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109901529841386040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109901529841386040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109901529841386040' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-109889870803757934</id><published>2004-10-27T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T12:38:28.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it should be stated on the record that the blogging community is getting lazier...Maddie isn't hounding me to post...no one actually is posting...and the only reason i'm posting right now is that i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my free period...writing this because I didn't want to go out for ice cream (i must be dying or something now that I think about this) (or i could just be short on cash) lalalalalalaalalalala LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! (this entire thing has been a song up to now....sung to the tune of row row row your boat......&lt;br /&gt;wandering around the keyboard, confusion sending out my mind, through my fingertips to be displayed by coursing electrons passing over the screen..transmitted to your eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bonus points to those of you who had to sing this out loud to realize it doesn't match up with row, row, row your boat at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-109889870803757934?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109889870803757934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109889870803757934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109889870803757934' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-109659818821445399</id><published>2004-09-30T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T21:36:28.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;image src="http://i.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/photoshop/07-30-04-games/WingnutNinja.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-109659818821445399?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109659818821445399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109659818821445399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109659818821445399' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-109605463368897301</id><published>2004-09-24T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:03:16.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is for Kozy's sake.....since half of you are gone now...tear...she has decided that I need to update.....so, because I'm bored and have nothing better to do, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm finally a senior (haha laugh at half of you all.....freshmen) (snicker)&lt;br /&gt;Feels good using my power and bending other people's wills with my iron fist for my dominion of evil and god i watch way too much tv but thats another story because this is all just one big happy stream of conciousness and when my mind wanders it runs and attacks and anything in its way gets trampled or bitten or at least left with a wooden sign post stating in big red letters saying "GOOD ANDY'S MIND WAS HERE" or something to that effect, but it really doesn't matter what it says as long as the main idea is there and anyone still reading this is probably silently (or not so silently) saying to themselves "what the hell is he talking about and this is probably the biggest mind trip i have ever read" and maybe thats a good thing because if you really understood what was going on you'd have to wonder if you were a product of a fevered mind like mine where life is a party full of snails wearing party hats....oh how i love the snails wearing party hats...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-109605463368897301?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109605463368897301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109605463368897301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109605463368897301' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-109088328633894596</id><published>2004-07-26T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T18:09:57.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do i feel like saying.......hmmm......not much in case you haven't gotten the message from the past 20 days....been workin 40 hr weeks....wakin up at 5:40 (still dark out)...leaving at 6:30 (light out then)...getting to work by 7:00 (not warm yet)...ending work at 3:15 (ungodly hot)...making it home by 4:00 (hot, but not ungodly)...sleeping by midnight (dark and cold)...rinse wash repeat... &lt;br /&gt;fun but so...tired...by fridays &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone that knows him...Shelpinator had a baby&amp;nbsp;girl (Quincy Lee)&amp;nbsp;early this morning (2:30ish)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;-Oh yeah...any Diablo II: LOD fanatics should let me know so i can find them on Battle.net &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I'm sorry to those of you shaking your heads)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-109088328633894596?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109088328633894596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/109088328633894596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109088328633894596' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108915682948110070</id><published>2004-07-06T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T18:33:59.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new link up in the links section for Republican Survivor...bit redundant....linkity link-link..................................linkity linkity linkity link link linkity link....k done now...anyway check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108915682948110070?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108915682948110070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108915682948110070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108915682948110070' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108787328941423922</id><published>2004-06-21T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T22:01:29.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yawn...yadayada...posting so you don't all think i died or something. Went out of town...got bored...came back...realized the only good part of the trip was that i got a lot of cheap cd's and got to visit some colleges...started my job again...will be gone most weekdays...etc.etc.etc...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108787328941423922?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108787328941423922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108787328941423922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108787328941423922' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108718299333555227</id><published>2004-06-13T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:19:39.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1130/640/bushdestroyer%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #0000FF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/49/1130/320/bushdestroyer%20copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell that I got bored?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108718299333555227?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108718299333555227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108718299333555227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108718299333555227' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108705493860579883</id><published>2004-06-12T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T10:44:28.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Another Day</title><content type='html'>The end is near &lt;br /&gt;my summer days &lt;br /&gt;All great things go away &lt;br /&gt;Feel the cold comin' round the bend &lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to change again. &lt;br /&gt;down another day, down another day.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, the winter I adore &lt;br /&gt;Summers gone forever more &lt;br /&gt;Someday she'll come back to me &lt;br /&gt;Seasons change set me free &lt;br /&gt;down another day, down another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;and in the morning, the sunrise (will never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;and when she's golden, the ocean (will never let you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end is near, my winter fling&lt;br /&gt;Change is melting everything &lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sink below&lt;br /&gt;Season come, season go &lt;br /&gt;down another day, down another day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;and in the morning, the sunrise.... (will never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;and When she's golden, the ocean (will never let you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying goodbye, saying goodbye, keep saying goodbye &lt;br /&gt;she's always coming back. She keeps coming back. She keeps coming back. &lt;br /&gt;I keep saying goodbye, saying goodbye, keep saying goodbye &lt;br /&gt;she's always coming back. She keeps coming back. You keep coming back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to bore you with details (I'll never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;and In the morning, the sun rise.... (will never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;If I could hold you tomorrow (I'lll never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;and When she's golden, the ocean (will never let you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down another day, down another day (will never let you down) &lt;br /&gt;down another day, down another day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108705493860579883?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108705493860579883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108705493860579883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705493860579883' title='Down Another Day'/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108692462416542879</id><published>2004-06-10T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T19:32:14.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CONGRATULATIONS SENIORS!!!&lt;br /&gt;You've graduated&lt;br /&gt;You're done&lt;br /&gt;Off on your own&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to come back and to stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you already..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108692462416542879?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108692462416542879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108692462416542879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108692462416542879' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108674971690342714</id><published>2004-06-08T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T22:04:26.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 steps to go and we're on the countdown&lt;br /&gt;whistles, voices, and rustles of books on their final pages&lt;br /&gt;clocks still tic-tic--tic---tic-ticticticking on&lt;br /&gt;marching in a gray haze&lt;br /&gt;the blur of days weeks months&lt;br /&gt;all passing in minutes seconds&lt;br /&gt;and then the realization hits&lt;br /&gt;it's over different threatening new&lt;br /&gt;and i worry i can't turn back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108674971690342714?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108674971690342714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108674971690342714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108674971690342714' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108648989271270436</id><published>2004-06-05T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T21:44:52.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And we're done...nothing academic left...brain has officially gone into sleep mode...and no more godawful econ or core classes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108648989271270436?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108648989271270436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108648989271270436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108648989271270436' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108543647373628354</id><published>2004-05-24T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T17:07:53.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today...well today was a good day&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's appointment was cancelled so i got my free period back&lt;br /&gt;Server crashed right before econ class so i didn't have to do my presentation&lt;br /&gt;Band was cancelled so i got another unexpected free period&lt;br /&gt;Took my driver's test (finally) and well.......................I PASSED&lt;br /&gt;Today...today was a good day&lt;div 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108527087540192655</id><published>2004-05-22T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T19:07:55.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided I'd please those who've been wanting me to post and do a two-for one blue plate special tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk pet peeves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. People who dress their children up like each other&lt;br /&gt;2. People who dress their children up like themselves&lt;br /&gt;3. People who name their kids names that rhyme...ex: jim, kim and tim&lt;br /&gt;4. People who use part of their last name to form their child's first name...ex: Jack Jackson&lt;br /&gt;5. People who park their grocery carts on one side of the isle and stand on the other&lt;br /&gt;6. People who park their grocery carts in the middle of the isle and leave&lt;br /&gt;7. People who feel the need to give high fives even when there is absolutly no reason to (especially the people who are more than twice my age)&lt;br /&gt;8. People who talk incessantly about sitcoms and soap-operas&lt;br /&gt;9. A Large Percentage of People&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108527087540192655?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108527087540192655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108527087540192655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108527087540192655' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108526983510359585</id><published>2004-05-22T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T18:50:35.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting closer to the end,&lt;br /&gt;the end of the school year,&lt;br /&gt;the end of being anyone's underclassman&lt;br /&gt;the end of my junior year,&lt;br /&gt;the end of the end of the year finals&lt;br /&gt;the end of being immobile&lt;br /&gt;the end of doing homework all night&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108526983510359585?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108526983510359585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108526983510359585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108526983510359585' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108437915462195579</id><published>2004-05-12T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T11:25:54.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Kozz's birthday so sing incesantly whenever you see her today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108437915462195579?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108437915462195579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108437915462195579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108437915462195579' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108423739073208169</id><published>2004-05-10T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T20:03:10.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/photoshop/05-23-03-businesses/Xealot_aberconformity.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly...and their army of teen models comes next...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108423739073208169?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108423739073208169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108423739073208169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108423739073208169' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108415997377778886</id><published>2004-05-09T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:32:53.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember those championship high jump ducks I was raising? Well Thorton learned how to jump OUT of the cage today, little scary, b/c now i can't leave the cage wide open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108415997377778886?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108415997377778886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108415997377778886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108415997377778886' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108390308865738092</id><published>2004-05-06T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T23:15:56.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the end of Thursday...one more day to go this week...one less til the end of the year, and I don't know how many more I could handle before going crazy. Sitting and going stir crazy within those Ivy Covered walls, entrapped by the greens creeping over everythin imprissoning all in a case of foilliage ready to bind the doors shut and consume all within. And my only relief is knowing that the sun will break through the clouds and dry out these plants, forcing them to shrivle up and release us into the dream realm known as summer break. Free from the manacles of homework and testing....oh how I love the testing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108390308865738092?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108390308865738092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108390308865738092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390308865738092' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108380150348421503</id><published>2004-05-05T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T20:57:54.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got bored in core so i started designing T-shirt slogans with JR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* (under a picture of a snail wearing a party hat with a speech bubble saying "Roar!") I am the product of a fevered mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*When life gives you lemons, quit and start crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Undercover Secret Agent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108380150348421503?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108380150348421503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108380150348421503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108380150348421503' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108372935476324309</id><published>2004-05-04T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T23:00:18.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAGGGHHH....there....i'm better now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108372935476324309?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108372935476324309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108372935476324309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372935476324309' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108372365747877496</id><published>2004-05-04T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T21:25:22.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Letter from a proud parent...almost...&lt;br /&gt;I GOT DUCKS....&lt;br /&gt;Their names are Splasher and Thorton,&lt;br /&gt;Cuter than sin....as cute as that can be....&lt;br /&gt;already they follow me if given the chance,&lt;br /&gt;picked up one and held it, and it fell asleep right there...guess i just have a mother's touch....erm....yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Curious thing though is will I be able to wake up at 2am to check on them each night...second question...they're chirping loudly right now....will I be able to get ANY sleep...&lt;br /&gt;By the way...world class jumpers in training...saw of them jump a foot off the ground...not bad for a duck thats only 4 inches tall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108372365747877496?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108372365747877496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108372365747877496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108372365747877496' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108338037116294205</id><published>2004-04-30T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T18:53:48.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/photoshop/childrensbooks/LordSkeletor_bunny.jpg" width=300&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108338037116294205?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108338037116294205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108338037116294205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108338037116294205' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108329226737848035</id><published>2004-04-29T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T22:03:46.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one of the legendary Jacob jokes passed down to me by Jacob Cram:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a man walks into a pie shop and asks for a piece of bavarian cream pie. The baker looks at him and tells him that he has not made bavarian cream pie in decades, and is not sure he remembers exactly how to make it. The man begged him, "Please, I haven't had bavarian cream pie since I was just a little boy at my granmother's farm, and it would mean so much to me if I could have even just one taste of some bavarian cream pie."&lt;br /&gt; The baker looks into the man's eyes and sees the unbounded desire the man has to reflect back on his childhood. Feeling moved by the man's raw emotion the baker replied, "Alright, I guess I could make you a special order bavarian cream pie...let me go see if I can find the recipe in one of my old books."&lt;br /&gt;The baker leftthe room and comes back holding an old dusty tome. He blew off the cover and started paging through the waterstained pages. Finally, he looked up and said, "Aha, I knew it was in here. Ok bavarian creme pie, says here I'm going to need several ingredients, lets see, I'll need eggs, flour, milk, sugar, vanilla extract, and tartar."&lt;br /&gt;Upon hearing this, the man immediately ran out the door and purchased all the necessary ingredients at the local grocery store. About a half hour later he returned, and placed the ingredients on the counter exclaiming, "There that should be everything you need."&lt;br /&gt;The baker looked at the ingredients and then slowly lifted his head. "Oh this will never do...It says you need the milk of a spotted Peruvian llama."&lt;br /&gt;The baker looked into the man's eyes and could see the intense fires burning. The man responded, "Well, I simply must have this pie, so I guess I'm off to Peru."&lt;br /&gt;The man purchased a plane ticket, and flew to Peru. Upon arriving at the gates, he asked one of the locals where he could find a spotted Peruvian llama. The local looked at him and told him that he had not seen spotted Peruvian llamas in a long time, but he had last heard that they lived far up in the mountains. The man thanked him, claimed his luggage and set off for the local climb store. He purchased his gear and started his ascent up the summit. Through the cold, dry winds he climbed, night and day. Eventually, he reached the peak, and saw a sheperd and his herd of spotted Peruvian llamas. The man asked the shepard if he might have a small canteen filled of the llama milk, and the shepard, seeing how much the man wanted the milk gave it to him. The man thanked him and started his descent down the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that customs would never let him take the llama milk on the plane, the man shipped the canteen back to his home in the states. He then took a cab to the airport, and flew back home.&lt;br /&gt;A day later the man returned to the the bakery with the canteen of llama milk. He handed the baker the milk and said, "Ok, can you make me my bavarian cream pie now?"&lt;br /&gt;The baker looked back into his old tome and looked up sadly. "Oh no, it says here I am going to need the eggs of a large crested jungle duck from the Polynesian Islands, but this time I am sure that is the only other ingredient I need." &lt;br /&gt;The man looked at the baker and replied, "Well, if it must be done it must be done, and walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;The man again purchased plane tickets and flew to the Polynesian Islands. When he landed at the small airport, he immediately asked where he could find a guide through the jungles. After asking around for awhile, he was able to find a guide who would take him through the jungles in exchange for his watch. The man liked his watch, having recieved it as a wedding gift from his best friend in college. After thinking the deal over for awhile, the man agreed to the exchange. The guide told him they would set out at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;The man went to a little run-down hotel and spent the night, unnable to get a good rest. At dawn he met the guide at the edge of the jungle. The guide led him through the jungle at a fairly fast clip, ignoring the humid rain, and the foot deep mud. About 10 miles into the jungle, the guide pointed to a small nest. "That is the nest of the duck you seek."&lt;br /&gt;The man approached the nest and grabbed the lone egg sitting in it. He grabbed the egg and he and his guide began the trek back out of the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;The man again shipped the egg home before getting on his own plane home.&lt;br /&gt;A day later he returned to the shop with his egg from the large crested jungle duck and the milk from the spotted Peruvian llama. He entered the bakery, but to his dismay he did not see anyone except a young woman in her mid-twenties. The man asked her "Where's the old baker who promised to make me a bavarian cream pie."&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked at him and regretfully said, "He's retired because he is no longer phsyically able to stand around all day and bake pies, and he's getting to the point where he can no longer speak."&lt;br /&gt;The man told him he was sorry to hear that, and asked where he could send a card to the ailling baker. The woman wrote down an address for him and gave it to him on an index card. After recieving the address from her, he asked if she could make him the bavarian cream pie.&lt;br /&gt;The woman looked at him sadly and told him that the baker had never released the secrets of his pies to anyone, and he had burned his recipe book upon his retirement, and she was unable to make a bavarian cream pie herself.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok then," replied the man "I guess I'll have the apple."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108329226737848035?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108329226737848035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108329226737848035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108329226737848035' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108320717813620582</id><published>2004-04-28T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T21:57:14.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People been complaining I need to get a bit outta the quote scene and a bit into the rant scene. People say a lot of things...a lot of lies...advice that'll get you killed. I mean do I have to rant if I don't want to? Yes, the answer is yes they say as they pry in their little agendas to get into my head. AGGGGHHHH STAY OUT OF MY HEAD!!! Well, I spose I ask for it, cause anything I post here can be seen by anyone. Soulsearching into my mind, a place so scary that I gotta be outta it. So let me not rant in peace.....and....damn...you guys win...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108320717813620582?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108320717813620582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108320717813620582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108320717813620582' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108307878373161233</id><published>2004-04-27T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:11:42.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fry: I know that monkey! His name's Donkey! &lt;br /&gt;Farnsworth: Monkeys aren't donkeys! Stop playing with our heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fry:Space, it seems to go on and on forever, but then you get to the end and a gorilla starts throwing barrels at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Futurama-Anthology of Interest II, season 4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108307878373161233?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108307878373161233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108307878373161233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108307878373161233' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108302767941542495</id><published>2004-04-26T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T21:10:21.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is just a little line I started, not complete quite yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you got an army full of your drones&lt;br /&gt;A whole f***-ing brigade full of little Bush clones&lt;br /&gt;What you really ain't hearin is their wails and their moans&lt;br /&gt;If only you'd put on a pair of headphones&lt;br /&gt;And listened to the lyrics of a few of these poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call it the land of the free,&lt;br /&gt;Free to kill and call it liberty&lt;br /&gt;Turn around and collect a fee&lt;br /&gt;Work and toil&lt;br /&gt;to clean up a bloodstained soil&lt;br /&gt;demand our new subjects bow down and be loyal&lt;br /&gt;and then deny that the war wasn't about oil&lt;br /&gt;when the whole country knows damned well it is&lt;br /&gt;use it to the advantage of Cheney's biz&lt;br /&gt;Take it all away from the country's kids&lt;br /&gt;and use it to fund more wars like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108302767941542495?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108302767941542495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108302767941542495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302767941542495' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108268880638895471</id><published>2004-04-22T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T21:57:34.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://hilltop.bradley.edu/~abeach/Pictures/funny/penguin.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108268880638895471?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108268880638895471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108268880638895471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268880638895471' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108260602447151383</id><published>2004-04-21T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T22:58:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>      Dear Stupid Dog, I've gone to live with the children on Jolly Farm. Good-bye forever, Stewie. P.S.- I never got a chance to return that sweater Lois gave me for Christmas, I left the receipt on top of my bureau. I'm probably over the 30-day return limit, but I'm sure if you make a fuss they'll at least give you a store credit or something. It's actually not a horrible sweater, it's just I can't imagine when I would ever wear it, you know? Oh and I also left a button on the bureau, um I'm not sure what it goes to but um I, I can never bring myself to throw a button away, I know as soon as I do, I'll find the garment it goes to and then it'll, wait a minute actually could it have been from the sweater? Did that sweater have buttons? Hmm. Well I should wrap this up before I start to ramble. Again good-bye forever. PPS- You know what, it might be a little chilly in London, I'm actually going to take the sweater. &lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;center&gt;-Stewie Griffen from Family Guy&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108260602447151383?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108260602447151383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108260602447151383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108260602447151383' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108260278528381482</id><published>2004-04-21T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T10:47:14.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Build A Bridge</title><content type='html'>Build a bridge to your mind &lt;br /&gt;It takes me there everytime &lt;br /&gt;Lay it all on the line &lt;br /&gt;Theres a way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a bridge &lt;br /&gt;Make a path &lt;br /&gt;Overlook the aftermath &lt;br /&gt;Make my tears be your bath &lt;br /&gt;Theres a way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if you'll take a ride &lt;br /&gt;Go with me to the other side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even tho its gonna crumble down &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till you come around &lt;br /&gt;Even tho its gonna fall apart &lt;br /&gt;(Break my heart) &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till I die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a bridge of memories &lt;br /&gt;Stretch it out overseas &lt;br /&gt;To the end of the world &lt;br /&gt;Theres a way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a bridge made of pain &lt;br /&gt;Send my longing down the drain &lt;br /&gt;I have no reasons to complain &lt;br /&gt;Theres a way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if you'll take a ride &lt;br /&gt;Go with me to the other side &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it's gonna crumble down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till you come around &lt;br /&gt;Even tho its gonna fall apart &lt;br /&gt;(Break my heart) &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till I die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait from me &lt;br /&gt;Wait, please wait for me &lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait for me &lt;br /&gt;Wait, please wait for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though its gonna crumble down &lt;br /&gt;(Gonna crumble down) &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till you come around &lt;br /&gt;(Until you come around) &lt;br /&gt;Even though it's gonna fall apart &lt;br /&gt;Break my heart &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till I die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though its gonna crumble down &lt;br /&gt;(Gonna crumble down) &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till you come around &lt;br /&gt;(Until you come around) &lt;br /&gt;Even though it's gonna fall apart &lt;br /&gt;Break my heart &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep building till I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108260278528381482?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108260278528381482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108260278528381482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108260278528381482' title='Build A 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108252013409024838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252013409024838' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807506.post-108250592790286601</id><published>2004-04-20T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T19:36:15.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You'd Like that Wouldn't You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even think you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;a smile, a wave in passing&lt;br /&gt;a gesture of kindness&lt;br /&gt;how could you know&lt;br /&gt;that kindness becomes pain (please don't stop anyway)&lt;br /&gt;closed internal&lt;br /&gt;teeth grating, hair pulling, frustrating&lt;br /&gt;longing, hoping, wishing&lt;br /&gt;that I could burst forth&lt;br /&gt;and just know that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6807506-108250592790286601?l=awbe57.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108250592790286601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6807506/posts/default/108250592790286601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://awbe57.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108250592790286601' title=''/><author><name>awbe57</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08520313804091599943</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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