<?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-7528226</id><updated>2011-09-01T13:28:14.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, thinking hurts...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-114714973802500976</id><published>2006-05-09T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:42:18.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Now, ohhh, Hey Now, All you sinners, put your lights on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to music for most of this evening since I got out of work.  I don't know something about music that soothes.  I think I could just listen for hours, and let my mind drift to places it has never been.  I really do find myself at a great peace when I am just listening to music.  I was feeling the Santana vibe tonight, listened to Put your Lights on, a few times to say the least.  When you look at the lyrics the song really doesn't say much, it just repeats a few things over and over again.  But the music itself, I don't know, it just sort of is sending a message to like everyone.  The message is sort of to everyone, what they fear, all that is wrong, that it just is going to get better.  And, I gotta say I am down with that.  I know that a lot of people that don't know me well think I am rather egotistical (sp?) and an ass/prick.  But, I really try to do what I can to help people out, it takes a lot for me to really dislike a person.  I just feel like there is good in a lot of people, and no matter what you do to me, I just can't do that back to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been kind of obsessed with burning movies as of late.  I got an unlimited rental pass from Blockbuster, and I have been abusing it all to hell, haha.  Lets just put it this way, you know it's bad when you sometimes go twice a day, each time getting out two movies, and those occasions happen more then twice a week, haha.  My movie collection has grown much broader since I started.  I figure I will stick in the action area 'til Briana returns.  Though she is down with all movies, I know she favors other ones before action (though it is my favorite area).  I might run out of my dvd's before I go into a new section 8-D !  Have to find some other new good sale and hook myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about this summer more and more lately.  And I really want to go camping, things just didn't work out last summer so I wasn't able to use any of the many tents I own *sad face* So I decided that I have to go at least a few times this summer.  I hardcore want to go with just Briana at least once sometime.  Especially now that I own my own car.  It would be really nice to just get away from the world and spend sometime with her, I am sure she would enjoy that also :)  I also want to go with some friends, I have decided that I would like to go with all my friends (I don't feel like listing them all).  But if only a few went, I think Mike and Mark would be a cool combo with me and Briana.  The four of us have hung out rather often in the last year, playing a lot of cards and just hanging out.  When I think of just small group hang outs that have been fun, even though we never did anything special, they always come to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I am excited also cause Andy will be here for most of the first half of the summer cause he is interning, or something.  So that should be cool, him being around, definitely means I will be playing some pool.  Last I had heard Brian isn't really going anywhere, so I am sure that means that many nerd events will be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking also, that Briana and I havn't been on many double dates, only a few.  And then I was thinking of how the two of us went to Rochestor, and Luke and Mia came, and we all crashed at Chrissys.  And all-in-all that was a cool time.  During the day party of the day I don't really see Luke that much, but I wonder if him and Mia would be down with going on a date with Briana and me.  I think we could have some fun, hopefully they wouldn't be late moving furniture or anything ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is it is less then a week until Briana comes and I am really excited, it is just this Sunday!!!! Last time she surprised me by coming a day early, so I geuss this time I will have to have some surprises for her :)      (I thought of going to the airport a day early, but somehow that doesn't work out right...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-114714973802500976?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/114714973802500976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=114714973802500976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114714973802500976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114714973802500976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-now-ohhh-hey-now-all-you-sinners.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-114676601948783505</id><published>2006-05-04T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T14:06:59.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Bright side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning counting the days 'til Briana comes back to B-lo, it is almost just a week away!  I am really excited for her to come back, I already have a few suprises planned for her :)&lt;br /&gt;This summer I really hope the two of us can go on some road trips! The smell of spring and the warmth on my skin makes me just want to go, and not care where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a Darker note, this was something I was going to post last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of you all that comes to mind is how vindictive you are, how childish your actions truely are.  I've tried to analyze you, and figure out why you do the things that you do, but in reality I can't.  There is no logic for your actions.  If a certain person or a certain event were to happen that bothered you, you would not react against that person or thing, but to me.  Why is this?  Don't you see that every time you do this you are simply making a fool out of yourself?  I can understand your reasoning of this, maybe you are afraid of hurting the real person that is angering you, and I am just an easy target to you.  But really, you are not solving anything.  Your reactions are just making the problem grow.  I hope you can see past yourself in the future, and maybe then you can actually live.  Getting on everyones case and not letting them breathe isn't only hurting everyone around you but yourself as well.  I am really done with your bullshit and how rude you can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-114676601948783505?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/114676601948783505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=114676601948783505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114676601948783505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114676601948783505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2006/05/bright-side-i-woke-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-114611382515355694</id><published>2006-04-27T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T01:02:43.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I wish I could say...</title><content type='html'>1. I really think you need to move on in your life. I used to not like you, but now I just pity you, all of your hate deep inside it saddens me to see someone so torn up like yourself. You really need to let yourself move on. Let the past die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're a really good friend and I know you will always be there for me but I really want you to live your life. You are just finishing up your sophmore year of college and you are living like 50 year old. Sometimes you need to let go and do what you want to do no matter who gets mad at you, you have only one life, so live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I wish I could help you get over that one girl, it really sucks what she did to you, but you need to have more confidence in yourself. All women arn't bad (contrary to popular belief) and the only way you can figure that out is by experiencing it. Don't be so afraid of women and how they might over dramatize certain things, their good definitely out weighs the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Out of all the people I know I probably make fun of you the most, and I hope you really don't think I am a douche for doing it but you should know that your personality is very close to mine. And I really don't want you getting screwed over by stuff that has already has happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm really glad this year we got to be better friends. And I am really glad you have opened up more to everyone and especially me, it makes things so much easier when you can just speak your mind. Though sometimes it bothers me, I have to say its the thing I like the most about you, the fact that you always do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. It's a good thing you got over your first year mistakes, at first I really thought you were going down. That would have definitely sucked the big one. It's too bad you didn't go to UB we would have probably had a lot of crazy times, I hope we both don't get screwed over working different schedules this summer and get to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I have to say, when I think about you I shiver, for some reason you like to aim all of your hate at me from everything. I really don't understand why, am I just an easy target, is it cause you know that I will always react, since I hate it when I am wronged when I am right? Sometimes I really think you are spoiled, and when you say you want to go to another country I really think you should. You really need to get away from where you are now and start over, and just learn to do things by yourself, on your own. Just relying on others will only set you up for failure, and if it doesn't it leaves your feeling hollow inside, so stop doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've known you the longest out of anyone that I can remember, and I will probably be friends with you til the day that I die (cause we both know that will happen first, haha). Fate is strange since we always get seperated for a while then end up back togethor, and we never lose a beat. There isn't a thing we can't talk about. Oh, and you really need to just break it off with your girlfriend, sticking with her cause you don't want to hurt her, is a sucky deal, and there are other avenues availible for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. So out of my friends I have to say we have the craziest conversations. It has to be because we only tell eachother things that we can tell almost no one else (especially for you). All the secrets that I know about you, and you I. If anyone else knew oh my, what would they think? I know you are ashamed of one in paticular but you really need to get over that and just let it out. Just let yourself do what it wants to. There are many other people like yourself, though you may not think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The first time I met you, do you think we would be where we are now? I don't think so, but I am very happy that it worked out this way. Things have been difficult sometimes, but there hasn't been anything that we wern't able to work through. I love you so much and sometimes you may not realize it but there really isn't anything I wouldn't do for you. You may be the most independent women I know. I just wish you could realize all of your capabilities and not be so unsure of yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-114611382515355694?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/114611382515355694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=114611382515355694' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114611382515355694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114611382515355694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2006/04/10-things-i-wish-i-could-say.html' title='10 Things I wish I could say...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-114125493136706110</id><published>2006-03-01T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:15:31.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see bloggy</title><content type='html'>Well so some new stuff has been a happening since the last time I posted. I switched my major again, now I am going for History, I figure I will either be a high school teacher or preferrably a college proffesor.  I'm hoping to specialize in Chinese history or native american history, cause well that would just be cool.  So now I will have to take a language, which is most likely going to be Chinese, yeah its pretty crazy. I decided that I am going to make a board game, yes I am a complete nerd but oh well, who knows maybe on the slim possibility I will sell it and become rich!!! Haha...&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets see what else, why I am growing a goatee again, keeps the cold wind from freezing my chin, always a nice thing.  Briana will be coming home soon, I'm not sure if she will be too down with it, so I might be shaving it off, no biggie, cause hopefully it will be warmer then.&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, score for Briana coming home a week from this Friday, I am really excited about it.  I havn't seen her in two months! It will also be the first time we will be togethor on some form of a month anniversary since our one month, now that is crazy.  We are also celebrating Valentines day a month late since we will be togethor, so that will be a good time. I decided to take that week off from work so I will be able to spend more time with her.  It is going to be really nice to spend time with her.  On the 17th a group of us our going to a lock in at lasertron, thats gonna be great.  I just remembered to ask Dave Lewandowski, but I'm not going to see him til tuesday, it would be cool if he was up for it, I havn't hung out with him a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Well that is the general gist of the situation, I am so happy that the sun is out longer now, makes my body feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see you in almost just one week babes! (since you are probably the only one who will read this haha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-114125493136706110?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/114125493136706110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=114125493136706110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114125493136706110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/114125493136706110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2006/03/long-time-no-see-bloggy.html' title='Long time no see bloggy'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-113168880282180922</id><published>2005-11-11T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T01:00:02.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder if anyone will actually do this...</title><content type='html'>If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-113168880282180922?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/113168880282180922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=113168880282180922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/113168880282180922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/113168880282180922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/11/wonder-if-anyone-will-actually-do-this.html' title='Wonder if anyone will actually do this...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-113089801188653374</id><published>2005-11-01T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:20:11.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This POST is just for you!</title><content type='html'>That is right, it is just for you, oh and you know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, what do I have to say... Well first off I would like to quote my friend Andy, "Phil you only write in your blog when ______ says you havn't written in your blog in forever." Haha, it is so true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see my life, ah yes, I do have a life. Well, it began on February 7, 1986. It's still going, clearly by me writing in this blog (now wouldn't that be funny, I could write in this while I was dead; what a crazy form of communication this would be!). Ok, so yes, I can understand all of your frustration, you were hoping that the lack of my posts meant I was gone, but I am sorry to say that I have only used up 6 of my 1,000 lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the actually exciting thing is the fact that in 16 days I won't be in Buffalo!!!!!!!!! Because I shall be in Arizona, yeah baby! It will be my first flight, so crazy. But most importantly I will get to see Briana, my oh my, it has been like 3 months since I saw her last. It'll be nice to be able to watch movies and chow down on icecream with her again! Oh the good old summer days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just to remind you all, when I am in Arizona it should be like 70's and here in Buffalo it should be like 35, haha... This is going to be a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't know what else to say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-113089801188653374?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/113089801188653374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=113089801188653374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/113089801188653374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/113089801188653374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-post-is-just-for-you.html' title='This POST is just for you!'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-112875802265404097</id><published>2005-10-08T03:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:53:43.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh I really wish I could be sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I just can't. Right now, you are just on my mind, and I miss you. Oh how I want to feel your touch, to see your face. To be able to hold you as the night wanes, just the taste of your lips. Seeing these people on the TV screen makes me miss your sight so much more, oh how I wish I could see you, to see your smile, to simply be with you. It is what I really want right now. I am so jealous of the people near you. I would give anything to take their place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do something to me that I can't explain, so would I be out of line if I said, I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;-Incubus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am out it is ok, cause I am busy. But now here I am alone at 4am, and all I can is think of the memories we have, the time we've spent. And, I want them to be here again... I want to be with you again. Soon, I tell myself, Novembor 17th. It is just over a month away, we have been away from eachother for almost two months, so surely one isn't that bad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-112875802265404097?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/112875802265404097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=112875802265404097' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112875802265404097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112875802265404097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-i-really-wish-i-could-be-sleeping.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-112805299580253134</id><published>2005-09-30T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:03:15.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah, there is no real point in my summarizing what has been going on, cause that would just take way too long. But overall things have been going really well... well except for now, don't know, just feeling kind of lost a little frustrated, don't even know why. Maybe I am just tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-112805299580253134?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/112805299580253134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=112805299580253134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112805299580253134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112805299580253134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-yeah-there-is-no-real-point-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-112604494221027043</id><published>2005-09-06T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:15:42.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIANA</title><content type='html'>So today is Briana's birthday and I feel the need to write a post covering my highlights with this amazing person (don't worry I'll keep it a PG rating)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so let's start things off... I met Briana in 4th grade, as I am sure Briana told everyone about me slamming her locker. Well only one person actually knows about this and I made her promise not to tell anyone, though she really wanted to. But since it is her birthday... the reason why I did that then was cause I had a crush on Briana (though she refuses to believe it). So unfortunately, and to much dismay after 5th grade Briana and myself parted ways. And unknownst to my knowledge I was pretty much her only enemy up 'til 11th grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day in 11th grade I was in my study hall, chilling like a villian. And a girl was chumping away on some yummy snacks. Now this girl was not any girl, but it was Briana! That is right, so I came over and asked from some yummy snacks, and to my surprise I was assaulted. I mean assaulted about what had happened in 4th grade. So I decided that it would simply be better if I played a defensive route, and denied remembering anything. I've got a bad memory anyways, who would know the difference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then some time had passed with little events coming in between. Then in late senior year I began to hang out with the peoples of the cove, one of which was Briana. I believe by this point in time I was no longer hated... I hope anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then summer came... hm... I can remember only two events. And yet I can't fully explain either of them, haha... The first is the party at Bostaph's (Briana, you should remember the significance of this one, but if you don't I can refresh your memory). The second would be the party at mang park. Let's see now... we all had these posters that we were passing around being signed, and Briana signed mine saying one thing "I had a dream about you." Well then after I read that, Briana off course refused to tell me the dream she had... but in the end she broke down. Ah, that was a funny time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then summer ended, and you left to go to Arizona *sad face* and we began to talk online sort of. Yeah, those were some interesting conversations... but slowly we stopped talking and then winter break came around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong but I don't think anything too exciting happened over winter break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is when things start to get a little faster moving... So spring semester began... and well we had a nice conversation about a cookie jar, we talked about watching Blade and a billion action movies when you came into B-lo for spring break... Then you came in for Spring Break, and alas, things didn't work how we planned them, and you went off to Canada with out me. Then after Spring Break we had a lot of interesting conversations, mostly starting from about 10pm and going til like 5am, haha... oh how I recall not sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the most important time frame... you came back from Arizona! And I went to go see you at the airport when you arrived, and I remember asking Mike to go with me cause well yeah... and erik came as well. And I remember sitting at BK facing towards where you would come out and I saw you, and you looked quite womanly and well *clears throat* anyways... So pretty much right after summer started we began to hang out a lot, and I would drive you home from UB, and we would go out to eat... then we started dating (ah crazy times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how to summarize the rest of the summer... MOVIES, lots and lots of movies, wow, we watched so many, Condrels, Andersons, Olympic, Plaka on Sundays (oh the conversations we had there), your crazy cats, the park, going to Canada, going to Darien, driving around looking for a campground, haha, when you took me on a date and we walked along the lake (so much fun)... and a lot of things I can't really say in here...&lt;br /&gt;Something I will never forget though... our first kiss, and you know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I hope you are having an amazing B-day~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my lovah... can't wait to see you for thanksgiving! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-112604494221027043?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/112604494221027043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=112604494221027043' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112604494221027043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112604494221027043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-briana.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRIANA'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-112494296183077867</id><published>2005-08-25T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T00:09:21.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow it has been a while since I wrote in here, I don't really feel like giving a summary of what has happened since last I wrote cause I would be here for forever. But Ub starts up soon, as in 4 days from now. But I only have one class on the first day, so it shouldn't be too bad. I've been having mixed feelings over it. First off I don't want the summer to end, cause I don't have to do anything, which is always amazing. On the other hand, going back to UB, I'll get to hang out with the UB peoples, get to play pool, go to Fudds on every Wednesday, go to the movies at UB. And it'll also get me from thinking 24/7 when I am doing nothing, haha. I don't know, kind of randomly feeling jealous/sad. It just sucks that my dad is losing his job AGAIN, it's not even that he is a bad worker, he is just stuck in the crappy business of Buffalo. I really wanted to just talk to someone. I'm not even sure what I want to say, I just want to talk to her. But she's busy, and I have to wake up early for work tommorow. I'm not going to get all bitchy about it, just kind of leaves me here stewing. Oh well, I should stop typing before this entry gets worse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-112494296183077867?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/112494296183077867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=112494296183077867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112494296183077867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/112494296183077867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/08/wow-it-has-been-while-since-i-wrote-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-111884279483587563</id><published>2005-06-15T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:39:54.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I havn't written in here in a while, and I have been getting semi yelled at for not using it, so I guess I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer has been rather amazing just over the weekend I went to Gettyburg with the parents, pretty cool minus the whole mid 90's with like 90 billion percent humudity.  Then we went to my godparents house for their sons graduation party.  The party was more or less me plus people doubling my age and then some, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have really had a problem with is I like this one girl and my "friends" don't exactly think that me and her dating is a good idea.  And they have all these ideas of why it isn't, which I guess from their point of view might be plausable.  But in all truth they really don't know what is going on at all, and I really don't think they should need to.  It's almost as if they have to find a problem with someone else so they can just forget about theirs.  I don't know, it's bad enough for people to come up to you and bring this type of thing up, but it's even worse when those people bring it up to say that they are speaking for a larger group.  To have people talking behind your back, that just bothers me to no end.  They all worry about what will happen between me and her which will split the group, but up until I started to hear what people were saying, I couldn't of been happier.  In the end, if our friends split it won't be because of the two of us, but the people that are simply imagining what they "think" is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't Romeo and Juliet who began the fights, but still they are the ones we blame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-111884279483587563?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/111884279483587563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=111884279483587563' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111884279483587563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111884279483587563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-i-havnt-written-in-here-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-111618979532962932</id><published>2005-05-15T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:43:15.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nic's a lesbian</title><content type='html'>So today i figured out that my long time friend Nic is a lesbian, cause you see she told me that she was going for this guy named nick, but i found out that nick is really nik, a girl, so yeah, kind of strange, so then i figured out that nic wanted this girl allie also, because you see nic would flip out about this girl but she is secretly in love with her, its really freaking me out, and now i am going to go i dont know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-111618979532962932?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/111618979532962932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=111618979532962932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111618979532962932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111618979532962932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/05/nics-lesbian.html' title='Nic&apos;s a lesbian'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-111439271286806548</id><published>2005-04-24T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:31:52.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so things have been incredibly freaky with me as of late, the past two weeks ive been having dreams and they come true, well not to the letter, but itll say be about some random person who i havnt talked to in a month, then all of a sudden, i will see them somewhere and talk to them or something crazy or they do actually come true, im freaking out man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, drunken andy is hilarious, especially when he almost walks into a police officer, or does two man hunts for a person and both he ends up in the bathroom and cant find the person though they were like 5feet from him, or how a certain girl tells him to kiss her, and he gets all nervous and freaks out, or how he wouldnt stop talking when trying to go to customs, and when he did shut up it was when the customs guy was asking what nationality he was... as a result, canada makes my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-111439271286806548?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/111439271286806548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=111439271286806548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111439271286806548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111439271286806548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-so-things-have-been-incredibly.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-111327595457992685</id><published>2005-04-11T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T23:19:14.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, dont remember the last time i wrote in this thing, oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things that stick out in my head that i actually want to write in this thing... i started talking to my friend laura online, i havnt talked to her in years, its great, cause i have known her longer then, ehn, i cant really remember, but we had some great times as kids, like the fort in her grandmas backyard which is only two houses down from mine, swimming in my backyard, thurston park, making an amazing hang out fort in her grandmas basement, oh yeah, and that three wheel thing, what the hell was it, we both had em, all i know is that we ruled the streets with em...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today after i worked out at the aqutic i saw anna, wow, i havnt talked/seen her in a year, it was crazy, i felt kind of bad, cause i hadnt seen her in so long, so my mind was sort of trying to pile on how i remember how she looked, and if she had braces before? i dont think she did, but she does now, she seemed really happy to see me, gave me a hug, im not exactly the hugging type, but we talked in the middle of the parking lot, and i dont know, it was cool, and she would walk away, i think mostly cause i wasnt talking that much, mostly out of shock, and she would turn around and still talk, this happened at least three times, finally i walked away, i heard her turn around again, but she didnt say anything, so i got into my pimp van, and i was like oh shit, i forgot to get her new address/number, oh well, ah anna i remember the good old days, like junior english class, and how crieg and mike thought we were dating for like three months, haha, and then how you worked at the library with me for a while, oh yeah, i dont care what anyone says, we had some fun at the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything other then that pales in comparison&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-111327595457992685?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/111327595457992685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=111327595457992685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111327595457992685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/111327595457992685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2005/04/hm-dont-remember-last-time-i-wrote-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-111125838256185704</id><published>2005-03-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T13:53:02.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking back at me I see&lt;br /&gt;That I never really got it right&lt;br /&gt;I never stopped to think of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm always wrapped up in&lt;br /&gt;Things I cannnot win&lt;br /&gt;You are the antidote that gets me by&lt;br /&gt;Something strong&lt;br /&gt;Like a drug that gets me high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really meant to say&lt;br /&gt;Is I'm sorry for the way I am&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be so cold to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry about all the lies&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in a different light&lt;br /&gt;You could see me stand on my own again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause now i can see&lt;br /&gt;You were the antidote that got me by&lt;br /&gt;Something strong like a drug that got me high&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be so cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted you to see&lt;br /&gt;The screwed up side of me that I keep&lt;br /&gt;Locked inside of me so deep&lt;br /&gt;It always seems to get to me&lt;br /&gt;I never really wanted you to go&lt;br /&gt;So many things you should have known&lt;br /&gt;I guess for me theres just no hope&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to be so cold&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-111125838256185704?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/111125838256185704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=111125838256185704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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zero dollars on me, but now, now i have 50dollars, which means, i can actually buy stuff, like food, oh, how exciting... and then my phone ran out of minutes, which was depressing, and i blame people, cause they use up my minutes, so i got a phone card, so now i have a cell phone again, it makes me feel happy, and me want to say to people, call my house first so you dont waste my damned minutes, and then to top it all off, i found my last of the mohicans dvd, that was astounding, cause if i had lost that, i dont know, i might have done something drastic, like buy a dvd, oh my god, i know, in these times, things can be crazy... i like my lack of periods throughout this entry, and the ramblingness of it all, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110676606205870225?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-110532274971901479</id><published>2005-01-09T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:05:49.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well after long consideration, i gotta say, people suck, cause when ya catch them in about 10 lies and then they just run away ya know its pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a good note i talked to kendra and she now has redish hair, and that is kinda crazy and kendra if ya read this, i personally liked ya better as a blonde, but the red hair is still cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110532274971901479?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-110453467304754974</id><published>2004-12-31T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T18:11:13.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Formal Wear on New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Well today is new years eve... so that means celebration. But, i found out that my friends in their infinite wisdom decided that we should all wear formal wear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not big on formal wear, and personally i dont see the point. We are just going over to a friends house, we are all just friends, nothing fancy, no real reason to get dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hostess' of the party when asked why we are getting dressed up said, because we want it and we are cleaning, making the food and hosting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this post is dedicated to a survey where i asked people what they thought of this idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every person listed below the same statement was use:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you are going to go hang out with a bunch of your friends on new years eve, and some of the people decide that it should be formal wear, what would you think of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the responses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marthc8 (4:15:04 PM): thats stupid.&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:15:21 PM): thank you&lt;br /&gt;marthc8 (4:16:23 PM): yep.&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:16:36 PM): ok, now i am going to go gripe to more people&lt;br /&gt;marthc8 (4:17:35 PM): do it. dressing casual is fine.&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:18:17 PM): i thought so&lt;br /&gt;marthc8 (4:18:36 PM): formal is too much.&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:19:09 PM): i mean we are all just friends, it makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;marthc8 (4:19:46 PM): where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:19:52 PM): just a friends house&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:20:01 PM): not even anywhere fancy&lt;br /&gt;marthc8 (4:20:46 PM): id laugh. and than not do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (4:04:27 PM): what&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (4:04:29 PM): that is gay&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:04:33 PM): yes it is&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (4:05:04 PM): sucks to be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe ANGeLiC SiN (4:18:21 PM):  I'd laugh 'cause my friends would never do that... they're lazy asses. But otherwise I'd be pretty annoyed because I don't own anything that could work for "formal wear." (And if they didn't warn me soon enough I'd be quite angry) &lt;br /&gt;THe ANGeLiC SiN (4:18:55 PM): Also if it's not in a fancy place it sounds a little ridiculous  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QtKate08 (4:22:16 PM): i guess its an ok idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEATSHIELDtwo (4:32:48 PM): WTF&lt;br /&gt;MEATSHIELDtwo (4:33:08 PM): that sounds like crap&lt;br /&gt;MEATSHIELDtwo (4:33:18 PM): who wheres formal shit on new years?&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:33:30 PM): how the fuck should i know&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:33:31 PM): not me&lt;br /&gt;MEATSHIELDtwo (4:34:07 PM): me neither&lt;br /&gt;MEATSHIELDtwo (4:34:48 PM): how many people seriously own that stuff either&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:34:54 PM): not me&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:34:57 PM): i dont even own a tie&lt;br /&gt;MEATSHIELDtwo (4:35:22 PM): :-)&lt;br /&gt;MEATSHIELDtwo (4:35:36 PM): so who's dumbass idea is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ragecd (4:50:33 PM): i think its funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kengyh6 (6:04:15 PM): first off its too cold and wet out to wear anything more dressy than jeans, next its news years eve and quite frankly id like to be f*cking comfortable if im going to be partying all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:00:01 PM): i'd think it's annoying&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:00:04 PM): and stupid&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (5:00:09 PM): thank you!&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:00:17 PM): quite actually&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:00:27 PM): unless it was at some lawfirm or there was a reason for it to be dressed up&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (5:00:39 PM): exactly&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (5:00:45 PM): its new years eve&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:00:51 PM): yeah and we're 18 years old&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (5:00:55 PM): everyone wants to be comfortable&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:01:15 PM): exactly&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:01:29 PM): i mean we're eating shrimp and drinking wine and i'm not i formal wear&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (5:01:39 PM): not in formal wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:10:26 PM): you hear about tonight?&lt;br /&gt;xICQ71667748x (4:13:17 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;xICQ71667748x (4:13:23 PM): I have to wear a tie&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:13:39 PM): for the love of all that is sacred&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:13:41 PM): why?&lt;br /&gt;xICQ71667748x (4:13:52 PM): b/c we get free food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ReGaL1398 (4:55:25 PM): i think ppl just wanna get shitfaced&lt;br /&gt;ReGaL1398 (4:55:28 PM): and then eating comes second&lt;br /&gt;ReGaL1398 (4:55:32 PM): and getting all dressed up is uncomfy&lt;br /&gt;ReGaL1398 (4:55:33 PM): u know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AJohnston480 (5:02:11 PM): Pretty damned stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110453467304754974?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-110437185956072033</id><published>2004-12-29T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:57:39.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>os haey i tnew no a gnipmac pirt dna ti saw doog tub eht tcaf fo efil si taht nairb dna i nwo eht dlrow ni yreve emag -siht egassem saw thgorb ot uoy yb eht gniees deriapmi-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110437185956072033?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/110437185956072033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=110437185956072033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110437185956072033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110437185956072033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/12/os-haey-i-tnew-no-gnipmac-pirt-dna-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-110332803630355343</id><published>2004-12-17T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T19:00:36.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I believe it is time that this away message go down into my blog where it can be forever immortalized in website ink, though I don't think Ill stop using it, it is just too perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (10:14:30 PM): well, i think im going to go get my cousin to go, he is hear from california and gets very board&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (10:14:43 PM): so he is also a piece of wood?&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (10:14:48 PM): god damnit&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (10:14:52 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (10:15:00 PM): borde&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (10:15:01 PM): borde&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (10:15:02 PM): borde&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (10:15:03 PM): borde&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (10:15:05 PM): noooop&lt;br /&gt;higreen207 (10:15:07 PM): its bored&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (10:15:08 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Andy14036 (10:15:12 PM): shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part of this is that as Brian pointed out, he spelled 'here' wrong as well, haha, double ouch, its ok, we will forgive you... this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-7528226.post-110239171997855972</id><published>2004-12-06T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:55:19.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, it is that time again, it is time to retire another away message, this i believe was a true classic, and an excelent play on words, and so far survey has it that it isnt construction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction or Sex?&lt;br /&gt;EndlessRing (4:21:40 PM): but it was at a funny angle&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:21:46 PM): so?&lt;br /&gt;EndlessRing (4:21:50 PM): and it made funny noises&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:21:53 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;higreen207 (4:21:54 PM): wow&lt;br /&gt;EndlessRing (4:21:56 PM): and it didn't go in&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (4:22:01 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;EndlessRing (4:22:02 PM): and i was breaking the screws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110239171997855972?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/110239171997855972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=110239171997855972' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110239171997855972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110239171997855972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/12/alright-it-is-that-time-again-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-110159162709423925</id><published>2004-11-27T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T16:40:27.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the need to put this in my blog, just because well its funny and sooner or later i am going to stop using it as an away message, but for every female that reads my blog, this cut of conversation describes a mans brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (7:31:43 PM): haha. you know what i mean?&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (7:31:48 PM): sort of&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (7:31:50 PM): as a male&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (7:31:58 PM): i am very open&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (7:31:59 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (7:32:05 PM): like i just can't. i can't just go up to a guy and kiss him if i'm not attracted to him&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (7:32:09 PM): your hot, im horney, lets do it&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (7:32:12 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (7:32:16 PM): EW&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (7:32:18 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (7:32:21 PM): by the way&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (7:32:21 PM): EW&lt;br /&gt;WebbE4 (7:32:26 PM): haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110159162709423925?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/110159162709423925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=110159162709423925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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what?&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:56:26 PM): hover craft&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:56:31 PM): starcraft&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:56:31 PM): /?&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:56:35 PM): star wars&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:56:37 PM): ?&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:56:40 PM): spaceballs&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:56:48 PM): great balls of fire&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:56:57 PM): fire at will&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:57:00 PM): whos will?&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:57:08 PM): william turner&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:57:15 PM): dont turn me&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:57:18 PM): i like where i sit&lt;br /&gt;annyb12201 (11:57:29 PM): shit&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:57:33 PM): spit?&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:57:38 PM): pit&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:57:41 PM): lit?&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:57:45 PM): brit?&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:57:55 PM): dit?&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:58:02 PM): dirt&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:58:06 PM): spurt&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:58:11 PM): spurs&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:58:17 PM): purs&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:58:21 PM): meow&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (11:58:26 PM): ow&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (11:58:38 PM): cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110109974656406778?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/110109974656406778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=110109974656406778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110109974656406778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110109974656406778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/11/meet-stupid.html' title='Meet Stupid'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-110091401955310645</id><published>2004-11-19T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T20:26:59.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday and part of Thursday is a day(s) that should be remembered, or forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so wednesday begins itself at 730am, i get ready for UB and have a class at 9 (dreaded world civ) then at 10 i do a write up for a lab, hang out outside my calc class til 12 and take the calc test, then at 1 i head to lab (which was incredibly easy, the Cox Getman team kicks butt on labs) then at 3 i went and hung out with andy til 4 when brian and eric came, now this is when the story gets good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the four of us go out of the dorm walk across the street (almost getting hit) and walk to my minivan, cause well it is silver and silver = hot.  Now in the hot minivan we head over to Dick's because well we are cheap. Now hear me out, we are cheap as in andy has a pool table in his dorm so we are going to buy the pool stuff, but luckily brian has balls, so all we need is ONE pool cue, chalk and a triangle, and we are set. So we come into the store, walk right past the stuff, make complete fools out of ourselves and then finally find it and move to the cash register. I am deemed the one paying, and then i shall get paid back, and finally we get to the cashier, who is a pretty good looking girl, and i am just talking to her (and just for brian, yes, i was working it) and then all of a sudden eric (now andy, eric and brian had been chilling off to the side) shouts with his half dazed face whatd ya ask, now in reality i was talking to her about how busy it was and all this stuff, but i figure i will have some fun so i dont tell eric but i make it seem as if i dont know i got her number or i was asking her on a date or something, so through out the rest of the evening eric and crew keep on asking me what i said, haha, eric still doesnt know... so from Dick's we go to fudruckers, hmm, cheap good food, and just like last week there is the same girl cashiering, who also isnt bad looking, and she 'playfully' pretends to hate us all, lol, we really arnt that bad, honestly, but yeah, brian whines, and all this stuff blah blah, but the best part of this, is after i order my food and i believe brian is ordering his and i said something like do you work a lot of wednesdays, and i get no response, nothing, nada, i didnt even get shot down, i got ignored, lol, and eric brakes out laughing, because right when i opened my mouth he says to brian, is he going in for the kill? so yeah also for the rest of the evening eric makes fun of me for that, oh well, and brian to boost his self esteem says that at least she knows his name, haha well thats what he thought til he checked his order and she had put down ryan, ouch, sucks to be brian... um yeah, i dont know what time frame this all occurs in, i believe we left fudruckers at 530 and we go back to andy's dorm to play some pool, which we do, and yeah i am bad, and i only get worse as the night goes on, good stuff happens, but i cant recall it all, so then we head over to the student union because they are having a free preshowing of alexander, we reach there at 620 (haha, i am going to cut out the part of us, as in me, driving) and there is a huge damn line, and we stand there, and we stand there, making fools out of ourselves, but ah yes, here is where brian shows he still likes females... so there are these girls going round telling everyone no cameras or camera phones or junk like that, and one comes near brian, and i dont know what exactly he says, but he hits on her (good job for brian) and she laughed but walked away, but still, excelent, thumbs up for brian... and then there comes the part of eric being shot down even when he doesnt go for a girl, wow, how does that make you feel, so i dont recall what was going on, other then the fact that it was hot and eric was taking off his hoodie and i said damnit keep your clothes on, and he started to rub his breast, and at that exact moment some girl walks by looks at eric and goes ahh ughhh, with a look of utter disgust and horror, wow that was a complete shot down, in fact that is annhilation... so anyhow, we wait some more, then we sit ourselves, and the movie begins, and my god, what a horrible movie, i wish someone would annhilate that movie from existance, i am not even going to describe because a summary of such horror is still a horror, and i dont like a horror... i shiver at the thought, so now it is about 10, i should go home for reasons i will get to later, but i dont, i go with the peeps and play pool, the whole time getting worse and worse, and at one point which is a point which highlights the events i am about to shoot and two girls come in and start walking by, so yeah i lose my concentration and i barely hit the ball, and i start yelling distraction distraction, then at another part i had to call someone so i said ill be right back, and i make my phonec all, when i return brian says to me i thought youw ere going to go see who was playing on the piano (as in if it is a girl, hit on her) lol, but anyhow, so i go home, do an engineering project and an english essay, dont actually go to sleep, shower, go to my 8am class,f ind out that the project is due actually at 10pm, i check my email find out my english class is canceled, bastards, then i go to work come home and actually dont go to bed til midnight, i would like everyone to know that that is over 40hours of constant awakeness, yeah... and that is what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on thursday, at some point,s ince it is a general blur, brian says to me in context of me getting a gf that he would hate to lose phil who is girl crazy, i would like everyone to know that just cause i enjoy talking to girls doesnt mean anything, it doesnt, i swear, honestly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110091401955310645?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/110091401955310645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=110091401955310645' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110091401955310645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/110091401955310645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/11/wednesday-and-part-of-thursday-is-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-110057344576043128</id><published>2004-11-15T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:50:45.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop your whining... slut</title><content type='html'> phigreen207 (9:44:11 PM): but you do get to have double guns at some points&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (9:44:15 PM): yay&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (9:44:19 PM): thats what i wanted&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (9:44:20 PM): its amazing&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (9:44:23 PM): double needlers&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (9:44:23 PM): double needlers&lt;br /&gt;phigreen207 (9:44:24 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;dannyb12201 (9:44:25 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110057344576043128?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-110046720183154943</id><published>2004-11-14T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T20:44:56.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the last 24hours</title><content type='html'>Things I like:&lt;br /&gt;A girl from Best Buy who is hot and 23 and thinks I am 24...&lt;br /&gt;Owning Halo 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I dislike:&lt;br /&gt;Being stupid enough to listen to Brian and plugging some old TV into a power outlet, being electricuted, watching the plug fly from my hand and a minilightning bolt, and then being told that the back of the TV lit up the whole room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-110046720183154943?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109987865404243018</id><published>2004-11-07T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:10:15.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English Fun...</title><content type='html'>I know, this is a surprise, an entry in less then a week.  But I did say I would make an actual post, and though I do enjoy whole heartedly worming my way out of it, I geuss I should post some real one in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyhow&lt;br /&gt;We shall go back in time to a time months ago (like oneish or twoish, but certainly not threeish, or is it irish? I dont recall...).  And we arrive in my english class, now the seemingly mandatory of most colleges is to read the most god awful book Nickel and Dimed, by the devils servent.  And my english teacher says to the class I want you to write on what you think the devils servent would say about this article, but I was you to constantly write, never lifting your pen off of the paper, so this is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think BE would say that it is one of the reasons why it is so hard for the poor to move up and the poor stay poor because there is no unification there is only this bullshit where they care only about where they came from, I mean holy fuck, you should care about where you are going.  So who gives a damn, who the flying fuck you were just work togethor and move the fuck up, ya shitters.  So ya hear I was walking to class and hely fuck name I walked into a door, right into the fucking door, like holy shit many what the fuck is that, a god damn door in the middle of the sidewalk, I almost crapped myself.  I mean piss on those people who left a damn door in the sidewalk, my head hurts.  So I met up with -someone- today and damnit man she was looking good, I mean she was hot.  Shocking, I know.&lt;br /&gt;Now dare I say that English bores the fuck out of me.  Dare I say how the teachers voice alone will drone me to sleep.  I come in here and my eyes are trying to will themselves closed.  Trying to just take control of me and sleep cause this class sucks, and when I say sucks, I mean it is taking it all in and sucking, like a little whiney bitch, I can't take this boredom of bullshit.  I don't know if my brain will allow me to.  Only two times a week is there this hellish shit, but a god damn hour and a half, what the fuck is that shit, I sleep after that amount of the in classes I like&lt;br /&gt;&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/7528226-109987865404243018?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109987865404243018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109987865404243018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109987865404243018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109987865404243018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/11/english-fun.html' title='English Fun...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109953710907485700</id><published>2004-11-03T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T21:58:29.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it had been two weeks since last time I had, wait, what is that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109953710907485700?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109953710907485700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109953710907485700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109953710907485700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109953710907485700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-it-had-been-two-weeks-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109796262910760522</id><published>2004-10-16T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:37:09.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bowling uno</title><content type='html'>I was told, instructed, to write in this thing, i mean it was over a week ago when i wrote in here... oh well, lets see, hmm, where do i begin, i dont recall, but oh oh oh, i got a 155 at bowling, oh yeah, i would like everyone to know that because, well, my other scores were 68, 88 and 85, oh yeah, and theres this huge story about bowling, and how i dislike mighty tacos drive thru, and how i saw tom carveth at rite aid and his arm was in cast; if guys with girls have too much alone time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109796262910760522?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109796262910760522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109796262910760522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109796262910760522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109796262910760522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/10/bowling-uno.html' title='bowling uno'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109744526491185922</id><published>2004-10-10T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T17:54:24.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes part III</title><content type='html'>Calc class... a teacher that always looks like he just woke up and rolled out of bed into the class, he also reminds me of a leprechun, he will spend the whole class doing proofs of things that we will never have to do, andy, this kid, tries to pay attention, but he ends up lost, its funny, i tell him not to pay attention just read out of the book, brian, will just complain during the class either that the teacher is doing something wrong or that the desks are too small and dont have enough back support, i draw stick figures... this is calculus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109744526491185922?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109744526491185922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109744526491185922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109744526491185922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109744526491185922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/10/classes-part-iii.html' title='Classes part III'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109676203754884502</id><published>2004-10-02T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:07:17.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College classes part IV</title><content type='html'>no that does not say part 4 it says IV, as in the thing they give you at the docs, so dont say i cant count, or else i shall shake my fist at you, and curse you with curses and words i dont know, because they are to horrid and will make demons from the deep attack this planet and we shall all be incinerated by their evilness and everything will crinkle up and die, and the planet shall be consumed in fire, and the air shall burn, anyhow, now that that is cleared up&lt;br /&gt;let talk about english, lets talk about boring, lets talk about you and me, and how its supposed to be, to be or not to be, that is the answer, and the answer is this, i have no answers&lt;br /&gt;BUT and my less mean when&lt;br /&gt;english when teacher mumbles his he&lt;br /&gt;what i well his voice talks&lt;br /&gt;a say he way is is&lt;br /&gt;class boredom talks through really to&lt;br /&gt;such i well life low put&lt;br /&gt;an mean doesnt and and people&lt;br /&gt;amazing really really it soft to&lt;br /&gt;class boring talk is i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;full you  he a think&lt;br /&gt;of must more killer his &lt;br /&gt;boredom understand or i goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that is the end of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109676203754884502?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109676203754884502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109676203754884502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109676203754884502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109676203754884502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/10/college-classes-part-iv.html' title='College classes part IV'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109608190041908921</id><published>2004-09-24T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:11:40.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College classes part II...</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, so where did i leave off last?  World civilizations, hm... well i should just go in order of my classes, but i must save the best for last.  So... let us talk about chemistry, wow do i hate my advisor, this was a discussion i had with my advisor before college started...&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, i dont want to take chem, i want the credit and move into physics&lt;br /&gt;Stupid advisor: Oh, no, you should take chem over again, it will be good for you&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid advisor: well other wise you wont have a chem class til junior year and it will make your class scheduling difficult (in other words, you are too lazy to look more into what it would take for me to get rid of this)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok, i geuss i will take chem (seeing as my advisor should know what she is talking about)&lt;br /&gt;Ok so possibly i was wrong, actually i was completely wrong.  I can describe my chem class in three ways, snores, sleep and drewl...  I sit in the back, which is good for the teacher, he might start to feel bad seeing a kid slumped over his desk, drewling on himself while he goes on and on about things i already know, lesson to anyone out there in high, if you get credit for anything, take it, other wise, prepare for boredom like it is a disease, a very bad disease...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so i cant concentrate on this blog, ill write about my other classes ehn, some other time, haha...&lt;br /&gt;&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/7528226-109608190041908921?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109608190041908921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109608190041908921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109608190041908921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109608190041908921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/09/college-classes-part-ii_24.html' title='College classes part II...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109590517024972669</id><published>2004-09-22T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T22:30:59.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College classes mean...</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, college, I have been here a few weeks, so I am pretty sure I got the situations under control... so let me describe my classes to you...&lt;br /&gt;World Civilizations&lt;br /&gt;What a dull class this is, the proffesor is from some Eastern European country and she is able to spend of hers and my time talking about things that have to prove their relevence to anything. Well other then the fact that they are still here - look cave drawings. Ah so thrilling...&lt;br /&gt;World Civilizations Recitation&lt;br /&gt;This deserves its own catagory since my TA is from Romania though he looks very Greek, I am pretty sure the countries are close though... But, anyhow, the class is more of us going on and on about the lecture for another 50minutes. And it is kind of funny, because in this class I have found a very screwed up triangle, well there are about 5 people so what is that pent? I don't know, some strange shape... But, it is mostly based around my TA... Most of my class is made up of engineers (because we are cool like that) but there is this one guy who is in media studies and I am pretty sure he is gay, well at least he constantly hits on my TA, and yeah, the TA flirts back.  Then there is this girl, we shall call her Becky (why? because i can) flirts with the TA and the TA sort of ignores her, haha, shot down her.  Then there is Becky's friend a guy, who hits on Becky, but Becky ignores him because she obviously wants the TA.  But then there is another one of Beckys friends, this time a girl, who likes the guy that likes Becky. But he doesn't pay attention to her because he wants Becky, so throughout the class it is like a free for all of these 5people fighting for attention, humorous to say the least...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have barely gotten into my classes yet, but I need a break...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109590517024972669?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109590517024972669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109590517024972669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109590517024972669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109590517024972669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/09/college-classes-mean.html' title='College classes mean...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109547270405935343</id><published>2004-09-17T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:58:24.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals, me, I thought they didn't work...</title><content type='html'>Well, I am not going to even start explaining what I have been up to, since it has been a while, and I have forgotten 99% of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see now, Thursday I had off from UB, oh yeah, haha, that sucker Dana, she is jewish and didn't get off... irony... but on this day I went to go see my Doc.  So he is a talking to me and is moving my leg around, has me walk around, stand on my head, lift a car... blah blah...  And he says to me, "you have extreme flat feet" now if I could draw you all a drawing and show you what he means, I would, but I can't...  just picture planting your feet togethor and having them look like this \/ if ya catch my drift.  So he tells me that cause of my hip and my feet they sort of bend my knee.  So this is what I want you to do, find a stick.  With this stick you are going to be able to visualize my leg and what the Doc is telling me.  So my hip wants to go out to the left, and my foot wants to go out to the right.  So take your stick, have it sticking straight up, hold it in place, and put pressure on the top to the left and pressure from the bottom to the right, it should bend in the middle (which is my knee).  That is my leg in a nut shell, or a stick.  So in Oct, I get to see some foot specialist and fix my feet, yay.  After that, who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I know it is unbelievable, but &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;have goals, scary...  But there are two, I don't want to push myself.  So since my leg is going bad, I think it is a good idea to try and stop my pop consumptioin... you must understand, for me, drinking two glasses of pop a day, is like nothing.  So do the math, thats 14 a week, well right now i am limiting myself to 3 a week, aye, not cool... I am in pop withdrawl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that I can't think of much, just putting a hot water tank soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109547270405935343?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109547270405935343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109547270405935343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109547270405935343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109547270405935343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/09/goals-me-i-thought-they-didnt-work.html' title='Goals, me, I thought they didn&apos;t work...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109525807306402751</id><published>2004-09-15T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T10:21:13.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop your whining...</title><content type='html'>I have now written in my blog, don't badger me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109525807306402751?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109525807306402751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109525807306402751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109525807306402751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109525807306402751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/09/stop-your-whining.html' title='Stop your whining...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109478091726528960</id><published>2004-09-09T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T21:48:37.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricanes don't hit Buffalo...</title><content type='html'>Oh it looks like slight percipitation in the Western New York area, only half the roads are flooded and half the residences have water in their homes, on to bigger news... a new cheese was developed in Texas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I have a story.  On, Tuesdays and Thursday, a person, like myself wakes up around 6am to get ready to go to UB.  Well on this happening morning when he was sort of awake his father came into his room.  "What time do you wake up today?" the father asks. "Now..." replies the kid.  "OK, well our basement flooded"  Now the kid is groggy, he isn't awake, still in a daze and replies to his father, "OK."  Not soon after that, the kid falls out of his bed, thinking to himself, holy shit, the basement has water, BAME, as he walks into his door.  This is about when he realizes that he is in no condition to fight with mother nature, so he takes a shower.  After getting out, he sits on his couch, watching the TV, as reports come pouring in on roads being closed, cars stucks, houses being flood, zombies walking the streets, dogs turning into cats... And well they have a whole lot of roads closed off, big ones to, Brighton, Niarara Falls Blvd., part of Sheridan... blah blah. So after a while the kids says to himself, OK, time to go to UB.  So he hops into his minivan (which is the batmobile at night) starts the engine and is off...&lt;br /&gt;Well, his journey begins on Elmwood, which is only semi flooded, the right lane on both sides is water, and only hazardous to drive through.  So as a result he drives down, past Sheridan headed towards the 290, well as he is coming down there is  semi which is stopped on the onramp with a cop care (lights going) behind it... hm, not good... so the kid, one wheels the minivan in a quick uturn and heads back to sheridan, as he heads down sheridan, the sides of the street are flooded, ehn, not a problem, drive down the middle, simple enough.  But then, as he nears Timmy Hoes, right by Hoover in a depression of the land, there lies a pond, deciding it is best to stay away from ponds or any bodies of water larger then what he is driving in, he pulls into Timmy Hoes, goes to the bathroom, and drives home.  That morning is spent with cleaning the basement, house hold chores, and a nap, and a messed up lunch time at 10:30.  It was Mac and Cheese though, so good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto what I did today, I gave platlets, now for all of the people out there that don't quite understand what it is... First, they prick your finger, take a sample of your blood.  Second, they ask you questions and make your sign a waver.  Third, they sit you down, take your blood pressure, temperature, and pulse.  Fourth,  they prep the machine for your arrival, and coat your arm with iodine.  Fifth, they take an inch long needle, shove it into your body (its really cool watching the blood fill up the tubes, or this pocket thing, and it expands...).  Fifth, you go through a drawl and return time period for an hour; here during the drawl period you squeeze an object, such as an apple, or Bart's neck, then during the return period, you sit back relax and feel your liquids be returned to you.  That is what it comes down to, now for those of you that couldn't read all of that I shall summarize, big needle, long period of time -the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo broke its previous record of rainfall on September 9th with 3.62" at 9:00am this morning.  The previous record was 1.61" of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffalo nears new record for highest amount of rainfall in 24hour period.  Previous record 5.02."  Currently, 3.98" and rising. (9"00am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think L.A. will fall into the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;They believe the world is going to end,&lt;br /&gt;They know it won't be long before Buffalo will sink into the Niagara River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109478091726528960?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109478091726528960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109478091726528960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109478091726528960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109478091726528960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/09/hurricanes-dont-hit-buffalo.html' title='Hurricanes don&apos;t hit Buffalo...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109468489379404431</id><published>2004-09-08T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:08:13.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My counteractive initiative...</title><content type='html'>So, I will start this entry like this, I lack the initiative to write in this thing...&lt;br /&gt;But I shall do it anyhow, Tuesday night, I was quite excited, Martha brought me some cookies, hmm, they were good, I gave part to Dave, he also agreed with me, Today, I got out of my chem lab early, it was good, since it was two hours, and I went to KW and visited Drenny, and then Sylvis, and some of my old comrades from CC, this is the end of the entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109468489379404431?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109468489379404431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109468489379404431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109468489379404431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109468489379404431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-counteractive-initiative.html' title='My counteractive initiative...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109435418220214454</id><published>2004-09-04T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T23:16:22.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reasons why i hadnt gotten a blog before...</title><content type='html'>Well i have been thinking.  With school back on, I really don't know how often I will be writing in this thing... lol.  I think it is kind of funny.  Well actually it is mostly cause I won't have anyone nagging at me anymore. But anyhow, UB is pretty crazy.  Unfortunately my schedule kind of sucks... I have a class, and then two hour break, class then two hour beak, then a class... If you want to know what my schedule is, just check my AIM that day, I put it up via an away message... Once I find out where the gym is I am going to start working out.  Now think about this, almost every day i have two two hour breaks... and if I am at the gym for even one of those a day... I will be muscule man, haha.  I don't think anyone would recognize me with muscules... But, UB in all has been good, it has been pretty crazy seeing random ken westians all over the place.  And even crazier having Brian Marsh direct you somewhere, haha, he always wants to take the long ways, with lots of walking, and stairs...  I have to say this, I do not know why I picked my major.  My lab for engineering out of oh say twenty some kids, has one girl, ony one... That is just depressing.  On the good side, I have been told that usually the girls that start with engineering, stay with engineering.  While the males on the other hand, haha, yeah, sorry guys, we are losers and bug out.  So reminder to self, make friends with the few girls I see in engineering, I know they will still be around in three years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Liz, I want you to know, I actually used complete sentences, and periods and stuff this time around.  So be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109435418220214454?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109435418220214454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109435418220214454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109435418220214454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109435418220214454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/09/reasons-why-i-hadnt-gotten-blog-before.html' title='reasons why i hadnt gotten a blog before...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109400782205293339</id><published>2004-08-31T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T23:03:42.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiz...</title><content type='html'>ok so kelly told me to take this quiz type thing on her lj, so i did it, extremely quickly, while eating dinner, but i did try and make it kind of funny, but now i would like people to take it for me, and kelly you better take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and to make it easier on yourselves just copy the whole thing go to post comment and paste it in there and answer it, it will make your life a whole lot easier then any other way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Who are you, what's our relationship:&lt;br /&gt;02. How and where did we meet:&lt;br /&gt;03. What's my middle name:&lt;br /&gt;04. How long have you known me:&lt;br /&gt;05. Tell me one good thing about myself:&lt;br /&gt;06. When you first saw me, what was your impression:&lt;br /&gt;07. My age:&lt;br /&gt;08. Birthday:&lt;br /&gt;09. My favorite band at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;10. Color eyes:&lt;br /&gt;11. Do I have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever had a crush on me:&lt;br /&gt;13. What's one of my favorite things to do:&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you remember one of the 1st things I said to you:&lt;br /&gt;15. Describe me in 3 words:&lt;br /&gt;16. Name 5 things I love:&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you think i'm good looking:&lt;br /&gt;18. How would you describe me to someone:&lt;br /&gt;19. Would you ever date me:&lt;br /&gt;20. Tell me one thing you've always wanted to say but never did:&lt;br /&gt;21. What do you like most about me:&lt;br /&gt;22. If we could spend a day together, what would we do:&lt;br /&gt;23. Have we ever gotten in a fight:&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you think we will be friends for at least 3 or 4 more years:&lt;br /&gt;25. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it:&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you think my weakness is:&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you think i'll get married:&lt;br /&gt;28. What makes me happy:&lt;br /&gt;29. What makes me sad:&lt;br /&gt;30. What reminds you of me:&lt;br /&gt;31. If you could give me anything, what would it be:&lt;br /&gt;32. When's the last time you saw me:&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you think our friendship is getting stonger/weaker or staying the same:&lt;br /&gt;34. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen:&lt;br /&gt;35. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you:&lt;br /&gt;36. If I was an ice cream flavor, which would I be and why:&lt;br /&gt;37. What song (if any) reminds you of me:&lt;br /&gt;38. If you could change one thing about me, what would it be:&lt;br /&gt;39. Would you make a move on me:&lt;br /&gt;40. Do I cross your mind at least 1 time a day?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109400782205293339?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109400782205293339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109400782205293339' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109400782205293339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109400782205293339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/quiz.html' title='A quiz...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109374816036319013</id><published>2004-08-28T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T22:56:00.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>State of deleriousness</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately my lack of sleeping has caught up to me, only now that i am going back to school and i should be in a state of awakeness, i have a story though, i am sure the people whoever you are that read my blog will find this amusing, i have internet in my room so today i came upstairs, and i was walking to my computer, the cahir is out in the middle of the room, i some how manage to trip over it, fall down, hit my head on the bed (which luckily is cushioned) so here i am lying on my floor, extremely tired and i swear my floor has never felt more comfortable so i ended up just falling asleep for an hour... yeah, that is how i am feeling right about now and all the time, i have decided that for now i am too tired and lazy to really write in this a lot and to keep track of which entry number it is, so expect little, and i gotta say thecove, yeah ive ende dup going there a couple time everytime there are like 8 new posts, and i read like 2 figure out i am too lazy to read more, so i plan on writing a post on my laziness and how someone should inform me on what i am doing, and then i figure out i am also too lazy for that, and thats my story, now im going to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109374816036319013?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109374816036319013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109374816036319013' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109374816036319013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109374816036319013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/state-of-deleriousness.html' title='State of deleriousness'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-10933144524470494</id><published>2004-08-23T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:27:32.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So perhaps it has been a while... Tweentiet post</title><content type='html'>Hm, yeah I really dont remember where i left off or the last time and I am currently watching a movie, so my tying will be horrid, this i know, i am not even looking at the keyboard... so yeah the things that i have been up to... i will sum up in only a couple sentences, hanging out with friends and talking to the people that have left online, it is sort of crazy since iless then a week all of the people that are going away will be gone, and a week from today i will be at UB taking classes, i was finally able to set up internet in my room, which is reall exciting and i am inlove with it... i have been running all the updates and junk which is keeping me busy and everything... i went onto the UB website and i looked for all my book prices and everything and it was about 352 dollars, oh yeah, near the price of my tuition per semester, isnt that amazing? well that is all for this entry since that is all i feel like writing, i hope dana is happy that i wrote in this, and i hope that my good buddy elizabeth actually writes in her blog, ya bum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-10933144524470494?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/10933144524470494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=10933144524470494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/10933144524470494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/10933144524470494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-perhaps-it-has-been-while-tweentiet.html' title='So perhaps it has been a while... Tweentiet post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109284081062223881</id><published>2004-08-18T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T10:53:30.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet hates me...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I want everyone to know, yes I can count, the first nineteenth post when i went to publish it a page saying "this page cannot be displayed" came up and wouldnt let me get back to my post, so i though it was completely gone, so a couple days later i wrote another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109284081062223881?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109284081062223881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109284081062223881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109284081062223881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109284081062223881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/internet-hates-me.html' title='The internet hates me...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109275032879853513</id><published>2004-08-17T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T09:45:28.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one bites the dust... Nineteenth post</title><content type='html'>So let me start off with saturday... so i woke up, ate some eggs and toast, went to work, then to a graduation party, then over to kellys house, then home, and here is sunday, went to a brekfast type thing in canada at queens landing, which was really good, hmm omletes, then i relaxed at home for a while and then a bunch of the guys came over, we chilaxed, then the girls came over, then people left, and onto monday, there was this huge fiasco with webbys hang out plans since the bowling alley was closed, what is that? then i had to go to work for 5-9 then i picked up liz and we drove to spot where once we got there everyone was like we are leaving, and when i say everyone i mean just girls, shut down me by my male counterparts, then i had to get out of this crazy parking lot, it was sickening, then we went to kims where i love going because well kims parents are amazing and nice, and have food, like pizza, hmmm, so tastey, then brian and luke arrived, then i had to take liz to her house, came back to kims, liz came back, then i came home, all the while my mom was in the hospital for a bee sting, and it was all strange, and she got semi knocked out by the drugs and yeah... then this morning there was this nice oversleeping of liz, so kelly had to drive, and we went to timmy hoes, then we went to danas, cause she has left... yeah... we will miss you dana, and you damn well still better come online, i dont think i am going to find anyone else so much alike to me to talk to... ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109275032879853513?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109275032879853513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109275032879853513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109275032879853513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109275032879853513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-one-bites-dust-nineteenth-post.html' title='Another one bites the dust... Nineteenth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109263609304082784</id><published>2004-08-16T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T02:01:33.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike now has a blog... Nineteenth post</title><content type='html'>So my saturday... well i woke up, had some eggs and toast, hmm, so good... then went to work from 11-3 during work my phone was acting funny, i checked it at one point and was like data error, couldnt do anything with it, so i pulled the battery put it back in, and now its fine, weird, i ended up having  a voicemail from my friend chris (i was going to his brothers grad party that night) so i got home grabbed some stuff then headed over to that party, that went on for a while, i ate some grub hung out with the two of them and stuff, and when i got a chance i texted dana about plans later on, so she texted me back with em and i thougth that was that... so then later on steve and his sister (it was her bday party as well) were opening gifts and it is practically dead silent and my phone goes off, and its mark, so im like yeah people are at kellys, click, sit back down, 5minutes later, my phone goes off again, everyone is giving me death looks, and its kellys cell, but its liz, and shes talking, i dont know it was some form of giberish, and shes like well i wasnt sure if you got the text from liz and i am thinking to myself, ya know, the night before i had told liz i probably wont be home til between 10 and 11, its 930 when they call, oh well, so the party ended and i went over to kellys, it was rather unhappening, and me and mike tried to get people for cards but everyone was deaf, so the party ended quick, and i drove home, then today (sunday) i woke up and got ready, my parents were taking me and my sis out for brekfast at a place called queens landing, hm it was so good, a brunch buffet, they make you omletes, oh i am drewling, seafood, sushi, yummy potatoes, desserts, fruits, everything, hmmm, beaf, hmmm... so then they walked around niagara on the lake later on, we came back across the border, i relaxed at my house, got da guys togethor, then went to bostaph bought me a game and my 4th controller, then i picked up bostaph, people started to file in, then some left, and then the girls arrived, and things got kind of segregated, and then everyboday left, and here i am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109263609304082784?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109263609304082784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109263609304082784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109263609304082784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109263609304082784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/mike-now-has-blog-nineteenth-post.html' title='Mike now has a blog... Nineteenth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109243960399823543</id><published>2004-08-13T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T19:26:43.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of the end... Eighteenth post</title><content type='html'>So thursday came around and i decided to start my day off with waking up, oh yeah, great plan i know... then i just did my usual slow wake up... then i had to call liz, and my sister wanted to make some food so she made some waffles, very good ones, hm, chocolate chip, with syrup and powdered sugar, oh it was good, then i called liz back, and yeah i had to get ready for work, but trying to end a conversation with liz doesnt go easily and finally at about 4 i told liz that i was leaving and this is how she responded no let me say my point (no liz, allow me to get ready for work!) so then in the next 45min i got to shower, make dinner, eat dinner and plan what was going on later in the evening, fun, then i worked and yeah that was work... then we went over to maries at about 1030ish, and i like going over to maries, because well she has a pool table, and after a very long time i have figured out me and my pool playing abilities, when i first start to play i am like average, and then when it gets to like the 3rd 4th game, i suck, lol, i won the first two and lost the second two, and if we kept on planning i would have kept on losing, but yeah then i went home and it was oh say 2ish (all those ish's are bostaph) then when i got home i did a couple things went to sleep and woke up at 6ish for brianas leaving, went to timmy hoes and was rushed around even though we really didnt need to so then we attempted to hide in eriks kitchen and surprise briana but yeah she wasnt all that surprised, well she might have been just too tired to be surprised, so then she left and i came home and of course i could not sleep, so i was online for a while and i was talking about lunch all the while because well i am always thinking of food, then i had to call liz, then i came back online and discussed with dana about how my stomach was devouring itself, then we as in all the peoples since i am too lazy to list em went to the olympic, where as erik pointed out to me i had an amazing rain coat, and as mike pointed out an old man coat... but it was raining, and i melt in the rain, so then the guys, waited for like oh 20min, then the girls arrived, and we ate, and eating was good, the waitress tried to get me to buy dessert but it wasnt working, i am a cheap bastard and i am sticking to it, then i came home, and i relaxed for a while and then ate spghetti, hmm, so good, and i came online, and decided i still have energy to go do something tonight, but no one has energy, ah what is the world coming to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109243960399823543?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109243960399823543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109243960399823543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109243960399823543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109243960399823543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/beginning-of-end-eighteenth-post.html' title='The beginning of the end... Eighteenth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109228143751581013</id><published>2004-08-11T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:30:37.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Canada land was fun!!!  Seventeenth Post</title><content type='html'>So this is how the trip started, we all met at eriks house, and people slowly piled in and everything then we packed up and started driving for the peace bridge, but yeah, we couldnt take a left out of where we were going on deleware so we took a right, and took a side street then a left onto elmwood, yeah all good, except for the fact that liz's car ended up going down to tulane, which is exactly the opposite direction and chrissy's car ended up on military, yeah... so then finally we got everyone back togethor and headed over, and we were all good, well until we hit the toll booth, oh the toll lady, she was good looking, very good looking, it is a good thing i wasnt driving, cause we would have been there a while with me trying to pick her up, saying amazingly stupid things like so what would an extra quarter get me? and she would reply a kick in the ass... so yeah, then we went to customs where another lady was there, who was also good looking, not as good looking as the tolls lady, but still... and she was happy, really happy, she seemed as if she wanted to join us in our festivities of partying, lol, also, if i was driver i would have invited her, lol... maybe it is just my bubbling personality?  so then we hit up brianas aunts cottage, and just chilled for a little bit, then we went up to hello's it is a restaurtant and grabbed food, i used up all my canadian money with a double cheeseburger with bacon and chili fries and a pop, but the fries were terrible, i was disappointed, um at some point people had gone and picked up food for dinner, i forget when though? then afterwards we had chilled again, then we went on a hunt for fireworks!!!! finally we found some, and there was much rejoicing... then we chilled some more, and then we shot off fireworks!!! it was amazingly cool, and well worth the 10 dollars american, then we went back to the cottage and were like lets go cool off in the lake, bad idea! cant see, and its all rocky, so i manage to find a nice area, and im walking all good, and then i am like forget this, and walk back, on my return trip there is a nice hole, my right foot goes in finds sharpy things and my foot goes, ow, so yeah, then it was erik, mike, and me waiting for dan and brian as they threw seaweed at eachother, it went on for a while, then we returned to the cottage, played some risk, watched some movie and fell asleep at about 5, chrissy had to leave early, the time, i do not know, but i woke up as she was leaving, couldnt fall back asleep and then awaited the rest of the people to awaken, people did, i showerd, people showered, we had brekfast, and yeah, then at some point the guys were like back to swimming, but this time, to sandy areas! so we did, and yes i was a loser and said no i dont want to cause my foot kills, but then everyone went into the lake, and i was like f-this, and took off my clothes, as in shoes, socks, and a shirt, and went into the lake it was crazy fun, and we did this for an extended period of time, returned, had lunch did some other junk, had dinner, did some other junk, and then this all ended up with the toilet plugging, and then the sinks and everything smelling really bad... we booked out of there, ok maybe that is a lie, but yeah, went to customs and the guy was like i dont trust you, pop the trunk so we did, and all of our stuff was there and he was look ok go ahead, now if it was that easy we could just pile loads of crack in the bottom and sleeping bags on top, and score one for us, this is the end of my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109228143751581013?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109228143751581013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109228143751581013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109228143751581013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109228143751581013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/canada-land-was-fun-seventeenth-post.html' title='Canada land was fun!!!  Seventeenth Post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109215950076966087</id><published>2004-08-10T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T13:38:20.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still supposed to give mark a song, i was thinking of love shack... Sixteenth Post</title><content type='html'>Alright, so this entry will start off with the trip to detroit... we left once my sister got home from work, and my dad decided he would drive the whole way there, we drove straight through canada, and only stopped once we enter michigan, and then we wanted some food, and we could only find this run down gas station, man it was bad, i dont even want to get talking about that *shivers* anyhow, so then we finally got to my uncles house, its about 11 or so, and we unpack that car, my mom goes to the door knocks, rings the doorbell... nothing, calls their cell... nothing... calls their house... nothing... we pack the car up, all ready to leave, and then my uncle comes out, yeah, interesting... so i set up my air bed, fell asleep, woke up the next morning, had some bagels, showered, went to their mall, which is much larger and cooler then ours, i didnt really buy anything, i went into an ebgames, and they had a game that was only 10dollars, so yeah i bought it, lol, i am a dork... yeah, we went to a pretty good burger type place for lunch, some more shopping, come back to my uncles, lounged by their pool, ah it was nice, then that night we went out to this italian type place, walked around, went back home, played some scrabble, oh i beat both my mom and dad, haha, oh yeah... then the next morning i woke up early and went out for brekfast, then we hit up some more stores, i got 4t-shirts for 20bucks, oh yeah, i like them too, lol, i must show everyone them... then we had some more food and stuff, went to see colateral, i cant spell, let alone type, it was an excelent movie, pretty intense, but really good, then the next day we came home, and it was hot, and the bridge was being evil, and yeah, then i came home and showered cause i stunk, really bad, then my dog came home from my grandmas, so yeah, then i relaxed, and bostaph came over for a while, we had some pizza, then we went over to danas for her grad party, iwas really tired, then i got a call from liz cause she had just gotten in from europe so i went and picked her up, then back to danas, some stuff happened, and we got to see danas artwork... then i came home went online, and pretty much passed out on my couch from tiredness, so then i woke up, cut some grass and stuff, went to work, then over to kellys, came home, slept and yeah, i summed up a week in a short little entry, but now today i am off to canada, oh yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109215950076966087?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109215950076966087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109215950076966087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109215950076966087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109215950076966087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-am-still-supposed-to-give-mark-song.html' title='I am still supposed to give mark a song, i was thinking of love shack... Sixteenth Post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109174254100654395</id><published>2004-08-05T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T17:49:01.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to detroit i go... Fifteenth post</title><content type='html'>So wednesday, i had to make a lot of phone calls to people, because i dont know, i geuss that is what i do now... then i went and gave platlets, but the machine was semi broken, so instead of taking an hour it took an hour and 45min, and it was a messed up hour and 45min, my left arm was killing me afterwards, oh the pain... then i came home and ate, then got in my minivan, picked up dan, mike and dana, and drove to the golf dome, where i proved that i am amazingly bad though surprisingly i was the only one in my 4some to get a hole in one, oh yeah, then we were off to applebees, then to dan o's house where mike attempting to teach me axis and allies, yeah it took about 10min to set up and another 20min to explain what the hell was going on, so finally once i understood everybody was like ok thats it weve had enough, so yeah... then it was thursday and i cut the grass and got picked up by the bostaphs where we headed to chucky cheeses for dan o's semi bday party, it ended up being just the four of us, dana said she was coming, but she is a liar!!! (her napkin even said it applebees) so then i came home, finished getting ready, got my dinner, and wrote this blog entry since i figured i should update it before i leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking though, in the beginning, describing half of a day my entries were really really long, now i put an entry in every few days and its about a 1/4 the size, ah, laziness has struck in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109174254100654395?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109174254100654395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109174254100654395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109174254100654395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109174254100654395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/off-to-detroit-i-go-fifteenth-post.html' title='Off to detroit i go... Fifteenth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109150903463073963</id><published>2004-08-03T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:57:14.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate... i mean love mondays... Fourteenth post</title><content type='html'>So, yeah my title is about monday, but i never wrote on sunday, so i shall start there... i woke up and pretty much went gradually into the day, i started some cleaning on my room cause it needed it badly, once every few months is what i call cleaning... then my dads side of the family came over, had some grilling and stuff, then we went to condrels for orlahmens bday i vowed not to get anything cause i really wasnt hungry, and like money, but their milkshakes were really good, so i got one, lol, but our waitress, she must have gone to west, she looked deathly famalair... so yeah, then we were discussing things and i dont care want anyone said i told everyone i was getting bostaph and marie was getting mike, yeah no one listened to me, and mike was forgotten... so the guys went to my house played some vids, then christina lied blatantly saying marie got in an accident and the car was in my backyard *bullshit* but there was a pineta i cant spell out there, and we wacked it af ew times, got candy, came inside, played cards, people left, i slept, woke up, worked out monopoly night with dana, had to walk to work, was at work, came home, ate, people came over, played monopoly and such, and yeah i dont feel like typing everything in, lol... so this is done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109150903463073963?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109150903463073963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109150903463073963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109150903463073963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109150903463073963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-hate-i-mean-love-mondays-fourteenth.html' title='I hate... i mean love mondays... Fourteenth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-109137340264616451</id><published>2004-08-01T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T11:16:42.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A piece of european booty... Thirteenth post</title><content type='html'>So friday, hmmm, well i worked 2-6, which was by myself, which means i had lots of fun! or not... then i went with my fam to my mothers work picnic thing to the bisons game where we got lots of free food and free tickets, but the pop was flat, and i was disappointed and it was warm, those bastards, the game was good, when we left it was 11-0, so yeah, we kick some butt... then i came home had to work out how we was all getting to marks grad party, finished watching my movie, came online, oh and went to bed at like 2-3, i forget the exact time, then saturday came round, woke up at 8, got some brekfast from bk, showered, and got bombarded with phone calls, crazy people, then we drove to marks party thing, and we had to take a detour because there was an accident, i saw it on the news and it was messy, got to marks, and we all went into the lake, which froze some outer limbs, but was pretty cool, came back inside, played cards, went int he lake again, it was much warmer though, then played some more cards, ate, played risk, which i lost at, cause yeah i dont know how to play, lol, and brian does, lol, i should have gotten a handicap of somesort, like unlimited armies? then i got droven home, which i was squished in the back of eriks car with mike and brian, oh no leg room, i almost fell over trying to stand after that, came online for some time, made some phone calls, attmepted to sleep when i got a phone call at i dont know what time... then i woke up this morning, realized i had gotten a postcard from liz, yay, it says its the second one, hm, never got a first one, but that is my european booty, meaning treasure... so yeah... thats where the title is from (sorry for the people who got it, some people i know, need some things explained...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109137340264616451?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109137340264616451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109137340264616451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109137340264616451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109137340264616451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/08/piece-of-european-booty-thirteenth.html' title='A piece of european booty... Thirteenth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109116455497392344</id><published>2004-07-30T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T01:15:54.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I write in this thing? ... Twelth post</title><content type='html'>So yeah, i just reread my last entry so i know where i left off, and yeah so tuesday happened, and we went to starbucks, there was a bunch of us, and then we went back to my house, in the basement, and we played some clue, which erik won at, cough me/mike cough, then we played some cards, some people watched tv, but my headache started to kill so i kicked everyone out, then wednesday came along and my family informed me that no one could sleep cause we were too loud, so yeah my house is a no no for a while... then wednesday, yes, i dont really recall what i did during the day, probably not important, but me and dana did discuss on whos house we were going to take over that evening cause kims wisdom teeth were out and we couldnt abuse i mean use hers, i hope you feel well! but then we decided on maries, which is cool cause she has a pool table, and the first game i played against marie i was really good then for the rest of the evening i sucked, some people went swimming, mosquitos attacked, and we ran inside, then me and bostaph played pool til we could no longer hold the sticks anymore, while the females, including erik, watched center stage, which my sister had seen before and as a result i had seen, i started to watch it right at the porn scene with the motorcycle guy, and yeah... then people left, including me, and um thursday came around, i relaxed, had to go and pick up a desk for my sis with my dad, and strider for her, then i went to condrell where i met a bunch of people, and dana paid for kims icecream, and christina bought kim some flowers, then i went home, took a little nap cause i was suddenly tired, had dinner, cut some grass, relaxed, got shot down by my parents bout using the van for marks grad party, went over to kims, had many fights for the couch, me and mike are still champs though then we watched clue, yes a movie called clue, which was terrible, but funny at the same time, came home, and wrote in this thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on to why i titled this, so dan orlahmen brought up a good point, why write about what you do during the day, there is no point, i dont want to tell anyone, this is true, this is why i sum up hours into a sentence, but the only other reason is for the people who arnt actually here, you know those lucky... in europe, so yeah, there is a reason, i just dont like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109116455497392344?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109116455497392344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109116455497392344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109116455497392344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109116455497392344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/why-do-i-write-in-this-thing-twelth.html' title='Why do I write in this thing? ... Twelth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109097314078327092</id><published>2004-07-27T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T20:05:40.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have an idea... Eleventh post...</title><content type='html'>Alright, so let me start this off like this, i geuss there are some people out there reading my blog that i really dont talk to, but i gotta say this, my blog site, its 702neergihp, well that is just my sn backwards, its phigreen207, so if you read my blog then please just IM me, my sn is online most of the time... and yes this is just for chrissy, who i just found out reads my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, what has happened in my life, um monday came around, and in the morning i had to work out this whole UB fiasco, that took a while, and isnt fixed yet, so yeah, then i had to change the computers around to fix em and stuff, and yeah i finally finished that off today (tuesday)... then katie came over and i proved that i am champ at darts, lol, then i had some dinner, hmm, spghetti... then i chilled and did some computer work and stuff then i went out to the olympic with people, i dont feel like listing em all, but then i heard dana and stan broke up, sorry dana, but like liz told me, you are extrememly strong, so you will make it and i am sure you two will still be able to be friends... then chrissy said to me something along the lines of me being her friend, ive never had a friend before, lol, i dont know, she said she reads my blog and stuff, and i was like whoa, its a good thing i havnt written anything bad bout you in there, well actually i dont know anything good/bad about you, so yeah... then a bunch of us went back to my house, mike and bostaph joined us, and yeah people stayed til a certain time, then i slept, woke up, ate, showered, and went to work, where i helped my sister with story hour, oh yeah, little children, me, haha, what were they thinking? oh well, no one got killed, so yeah, alls good, then i came home and i had some dinner, yeah it was good, then i finished off the computers, then we sorta worked out plans for tonight, but i have this killer headache, so yeah, thats all i gots to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109097314078327092?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109097314078327092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109097314078327092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109097314078327092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109097314078327092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-have-idea-eleventh-post.html' title='I have an idea... Eleventh post...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109082018938635117</id><published>2004-07-26T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T01:36:29.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So maybe I don't remember what I did... Tenth Post</title><content type='html'>Ok, it is no lie, I had no idea what I did on Tuesday, or Wednesday for that matter, and I am sorry Mark, because it was you bday party and I didnt remember, lol... &lt;br /&gt;So on that note... tuesday i worked, and while being at work mark called me and was like whoa man where are you, and i was like i am at work, click, so then i went to his bday party afterwards, where there was mostly guys, then some girls came, then we, as in me and liz went to pick up naomi, liz drove stick, then later on we, liz, naomi and me, went and picked up, god i cant remember his name, sorry naomi! and yeah, liz drove stick again, and for liz's sake i will not comment on the driving, lol&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;then wednesday came around, and man i still cannot remember what happened for a portion of the day, wait nevermind, ok there we go. first i went to the bank, then i picked up lizs grad gift, hm then at night webby used me for food, but she owes me 6dollars, i want my money! then thursday i had to wake up early for orientation, i was so tired, and we did lots of walking, nonstop walking that is, neverending, stairclimbing walking, so yeah, then friday was the same way, then liz came over at night, she chilled, we watched willow cause it is an amazing movie, then i went camping, which involved fort niagara with a reenactment, then good food, then wilson the town, then icecream then a campfire, then came sunday, as in today, which was out to brekfast, out on the boat, back to fort niagara watch the reenactment again, then pack up, come home, unpack, eat pizze, bostaph come over, and then write on this blog, and i just summed up about 6days in that short time frame, cause i am going to bed, i have been up since 8 and earlier for the last 5days, what the hell is going on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109082018938635117?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109082018938635117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109082018938635117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109082018938635117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109082018938635117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-maybe-i-dont-remember-what-i-did.html' title='So maybe I don&apos;t remember what I did... Tenth Post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-109029981527343819</id><published>2004-07-20T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T01:03:35.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The basement is done! Ninth post</title><content type='html'>Alright, so maybe it has been a while, maybe its been almost a week, but what can i say, i am lazy, and i just keep on putting this off, so as of right now i am forcing myself to write in this... well let us see i left off on a wednesday, well thursday um i did some stuff ( i dont really remember) then i worked, then there was guys night out which involved mike getting hit by my minivan... friday um i did some stuff, i think that was the night i went out for chinese, yeah i went out for chinese, this is involving a lot of though, there was 5 of us, mark, erik, briana, liz and me, and we got 4 dishes which erik thought there would be left overs of, ha, what a fool, then i had to go home, then over to liz's where mike joined us, then to the italian festival which i was hoping i would see my old buddy lena, but i did not, but i did see maria, ah i say her name and i think of analyze that, good movie, but yeah marie joined us there, then we went back to liz's with out mike, erik and briana, where we watched ghost busters, cause the movie is sweet, and i got to sit in a comfy chair, and everyone found out how i know that movie by heart, and then i met liz's bro alex, i shudder at him... then saturday came around, i worked, then i took bostaph to webbys softball game then we got home and put my basement togethor, which is sweet! with my new flatscreen 27inch tv, oh yeah, i love it, then people came over and we played scatagories where me and liz had to team up and we beat everyone cause we are champs... then there was sunday which involved the horrid thank you cards, but i went to brians grad party where he wasnt at first then he came, saw and conquered with his truck, i am so jealous and i shake my fist at him for it... then i had to come home, but it was to good food such as a pot roast, hm, my moms cooking is so good, bostaph can even tell you how good it is... then i had to do thank you notes til my eyes bled, then monday rolled around and yeah i chilled, worked, went to starbucks, came back home, played some games, people left and started writing this blog...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this is extremely simplified&lt;br /&gt;And yes i am leaving out my thoughts because i have none and do not know who reads this, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-109029981527343819?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/109029981527343819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=109029981527343819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109029981527343819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/109029981527343819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/basement-is-done-ninth-post.html' title='The basement is done! Ninth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-108986042379095117</id><published>2004-07-14T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T23:00:23.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!!! ok bad impression of braveheart... eigth post</title><content type='html'>So last night, as in tuesday night i worked 5-9 and had to put up with the lovable abilities of my coworkers, haha... yeah, i wont get into that... so afterwards i pretty much changed and got a couple things out when people started to arrive, first itw as mark and mike, then marie, then liz, or was it christina/dan before them, then kelly and bostaph came, and then kim/alex came who had a great discussion over which house was mine... we played some cards ate some food, then mark and mike left to become computer gods... then we played some more cards, rummy... yeah i wont get in on that one... then we went inside where alexs nose blew up and was bleeding... yeah, not cool, then we solved that by using voodoo magic, of course... then we attempted to watch spiderman, where people started to fall asleep then about 1/4 way in everyone had to go home, ha people with early curfues, um yeah i cant spell and am too lazy to go back and fix it... then today i went out to lunch with liz, we had a nice talk and then i went out and got some thank you notes, oh wow, something i really want to be doing, came home, then went to the doc's where they found out that i am normal, haha, yeah they didnt look at my psyche... so yeah then i came home ate some pizza, pizza is good man... so yeah then we started cleaning my basement some more, it is really coming togethor possibly by next week it will be all good to go and then when people come over i will have some place to store them, i mean have them hang out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-108986042379095117?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/108986042379095117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=108986042379095117' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108986042379095117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108986042379095117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/freedom-ok-bad-impression-of.html' title='FREEDOM!!!! ok bad impression of braveheart... eigth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-108972625289203563</id><published>2004-07-13T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T09:44:12.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Or not</title><content type='html'>Yeah, i do not really remember where i left off in writing in my blog, i know it has been a while, um yeah, so i think i will just summarize everything, saturday grad party, sunday out of town geusts left, bostaph came over at night, monday liz came over, went to the doctors for some shots, then me and liz broke up, i think i got everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-108972625289203563?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/108972625289203563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=108972625289203563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108972625289203563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108972625289203563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/or-not.html' title='Or not'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-108947472137157643</id><published>2004-07-10T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T11:52:01.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the geusts arrive, the battle begins... sixth post</title><content type='html'>Well today is saturday, and though it is only 11:00, i have been in a tough battle, but first, yesterday... yesterday i woke up, had to clean a bunch of the house cuz my out of town geusts were coming to stay at my house for the weekend, so yeah did that for a while, had some brekfast, showered, then liz came over! so yeah, liz informed me once again that she wasnt hungry and didnt want anything to eat, but once again i got some food (made me some pizza) and once again liz ate it... so after that, we went for a walk to thurston park, yes that is the park which is right down the street from my house, we went on the swings, cuz liz loves swings, and we chilled while a brother and sister or whatever had a tormented battle between them, it was crazy, i was in great fear of my life... so bout that time i decided me and liz should go take another walk, then we went back to my house where we looked at the scrap book my sister made, then my family had to go pick up a vacuum, and then me and liz went to pick up bostaph for christina/dan grad party, at that exact same time, my family was getting home, craziness, then we went and picked up bostaph, but i can not just leave it as that, because i do not know what it is but liz has this innate ability of not listening to me, and then end up taking an extrememly long way to get where ever we are going, going to bostaphs is a prime example... so my street of thurston hits elmwood, and of course you take a left onto it and you SHOULD then just go straight to sheridan, take sheridan to deleware rd and then to bostaphs street, real easy... well, liz decided that right when she got onto elmwood she would take an immediate left onto brendan, which means she would have to take a left onto to deleware ave, which is incredibl crazy and difficult, because of the positioning of the lights, and geuss what, when we got up to deleware ave they had some muscule car thingamagig going on at the dealership so the right lane was pretty much closed off, so traffic was thick, and here liz is sitting back at the stop sign, so i was like ok take a right onto to deleware ave but turn immediately into the turn lane, so after a long while we are able to do that then we go down another side street and hit deleware rd, but traffic once again is thick, possibly because people were going around the right lane shut down on deleware ave, so once again after a long while we took a left and headed to bostaphs house... we finally reached bostaphs house in a trip of 20min!!!! i have never gotten to bostaphs house in over 10min, thats with hitting every red light, and almost getting hit by a van... this is what i gotta say to liz, meh... so yeah, we pick up bostaph and then we, well i should say liz drives past the church, and i am like turn in here, and liz got kinda confused, and i was like ok turn around, and at first she kept on driving straight, then finally she turns around, and we head back to the church, and park, at this point liz confesses to me that she doesnt know the driving of anywhere but kenmore... lol, the whole 4mile square area... anywho... so here we are in the parking lot, and though liz will probably get mad for me saying this, but the three of us, bostaph, liz, and me, were sitting in her station wagon and writing on the cards for dan and christina, lol... so yeah, if they look rushed, they were... and the cross outs on their cards what is supposed to be there is the "loser's bf" since when i was signing it liz told me to wrote loser, oh the pain, i swear it burns... so yeah then i chilled there for like an hour, and had to go, sorry people, got home and my out of town geusts had just arrived, so we ate tacos, then we went to the falls, and saw fireworks, and geuss who became a tour guide, yeah that was me, how did i get stuck directing them everywhere? liz i felt like that guy in euro trip who all of a sudden became the tour guide, except i didnt know any of the names, i was just like yeah thats the falls, thats a building, oh and those are fireworks... so yeah then i came home, talked to liz and bostaph online, and some other rather umimportant people... bostaph sent me an amazing website, and i suggest everyone ask him for it when you talk to him online, and just be like phil says to ask for the amazing website... so yeah then this morning i had to wake up really early... because read this, eight people, one bathroom, yeah... it was a battle, blood was spilled, limbs were lost, teeth shattered, and destruction lay across the land, it was quite sickly and disturbing... so yeah, but i showered and stuff, and yep i am going to end things there to give you the reader a respit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-108947472137157643?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/108947472137157643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=108947472137157643' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108947472137157643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108947472137157643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-geusts-arrive-battle-begins-sixth.html' title='And the geusts arrive, the battle begins... sixth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-108941789467260868</id><published>2004-07-09T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T20:04:54.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five, isn't that like graduating from kindergarten or something? ... Fifth Post</title><content type='html'>So yeah, let us see where i left off, alright my mind has been cleansed and i shall start a typing about all of dis... well wednesday, um yeah, what did i do wednesday? um i gave platlets, which was incredibly crazy cuz they had a terrible influx of people i mean terrible i actually had to get in a line for my finger to get pricked which has never happened before and it was ugh yeah, so then i sat in my chair got the needle, and read my book then they offered my lush treats and deserts, of which i only took chocolate milk which was incredibly rich and amazingly good, when i was done having my blood being cycled they forced me to take more chocolate and tried to force food down my throat... so yeah then i went home and yeah i ate some dinner and then i went over to kellys again where we watched american pie and american pie 2, yeah it was pretty crazy, am let me see if anything interesting happened that night, oh yeah, i left the lights on from when i went to pick up brian, and yeah my car battery went dead, and yeah mark had to jump my car, and no he did not actually jump onto my car, and yeah i got home alright, and yeah the van is working just fine right now, so ugh yeah... um yeah that was wednesday, then thursday came around, yeah honestly i dont remember thursday that well, i worked 5-9, liz came and visited me and i got her incredibly confused, dave was there but he almost fell asleep when he first got there that was funny, then liz came to my house, then we picked up brian and kelly, then we went to the movies, where i have a story for you... so i was hungry, no that is not the whole story, and i went up to get some food, but holy shiznizle there werent any hot pretzels i was very disapointed, and full of anger, but then i decided i would get some nachos, and i asked liz, would you like anything to drink or eat, and she was like no and i was like you are going to eat something and she gave me some huge hip speech, yeah, i definitely didnt pay attention to anything she was saying :P lol, ok maybe i was... but yeah, so i knew better, cuz i knew she would eat some so i decided to get the gigantic nacho deal thing, which of course, the moment the nachos came geuss what liz did, yeah that is right, she stole a nacho, diped it in cheese, didnt ask didnt say thank you, nothing, just ate my good drank my pop, i was used!!!! so yeah, that is my story, women, when they say they are not going to eat anything or whatever, once you get it, they will! do not listen to a word they say because they twist and abuse the truth, you must look at their physical reactions, words to them are meaningless, so as liz would say i say to them meh, that is right, what now... ok i am ended this entry now before i get hit a lot more times...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-108941789467260868?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/108941789467260868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=108941789467260868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108941789467260868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108941789467260868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/five-isnt-that-like-graduating-from.html' title='Five, isn&apos;t that like graduating from kindergarten or something? ... Fifth Post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-108923991006071692</id><published>2004-07-07T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T18:38:40.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah i got nothing... fourth post</title><content type='html'>Ah, so let me see where I left off, alright, got it, so yesterday, as in tuesday, i woke up, quite surprising i know, and i slowly get into things, do a couple things around the house, then i take my not so form outside to cut the grass, well it had been garbage day say the cans were on the lawn and instead of running over them with the lawnmower, i figured id move them, except there was a problem, we had no recycling bin, i couldnt believe it, we always put out a recycling bin, so where could ours be, i was dazed, lost and confused, i looked down the street all over, well actually i didnt physically move i just sort of turned my head a couple times and went oh well, so yeah then i cut the front lawn and i went running inside, screaming like a little and called my mommy, ok so maybe it went a little differently then that, but that just sounds funnier, *clears throat* so anyhow, i called my mother and she was like we had no recycling, and i said, no recycling? and she said that is right, no recycling, and i said ok, and went on with my life, my life being to finish cutting the grass, but when i went in the back yard, i saw my dog, who as everyone knows is a killer and very dangerous, was right on my backpoarch, ears down, tail between its legs, and i was like sandy, whats wrong, and peted his head and he sarted to become happy again, so i was like thats wierd, so then i went to the lawnmower to start it up and my dog went near my neighbors fence, just walking around when all of a sudden camron, this kid whose relationship is a very long one used the hose on my dog!!!!! What is this, is this kid a devil child?!? I do not know, but my dog didnt like him, so his fate was sealed, i walked five paces, yes five paces i say, and i stoped, slowly turned towards the he beast took off my sunglasses and stared the monster in the eyes, the hose was stopped he shuddered and turned into stone, then a bird pooped on my forehead *doubt* wrong story, ah sorry reading and writing my blog isnt working out well, most of that was true, except for the whole part of the kid turning into stone and me getting pooped on, so yeah then i finished cutting the grass, came inside took a must needed shower, changed, ate, went to work, found out how incompetent people can be, oh look a book the authors last name is barnard, but the title says James' house, i think i shall shelf this with the J's, i merely shake my head from now on, so yeah then i came home chilled, did a bunch of stuff for UB, yeah, then went to kellys where brian was supposed to be but he is a lazy bum who no one likes! sorry that sorta sliped out, so it ended up being liz, kelly and me, and kellys brother of course, but he was sort of in the background, and we watched euro trip and liz claims to be scared for life, which i disbelive, but yeah, that was yesterday, oh yeah, i got home then, went online and i was happily talking to some people, except im a loser and it ended up only being webby at this point and it was thundering and my internet said bye bye and stopped working, damn the world -oh and liz sometime you have to come over to my house during a thunderstorm and watch the lightning on my back poarch, and no i can not spell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-108923991006071692?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/108923991006071692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=108923991006071692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108923991006071692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108923991006071692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/yeah-i-got-nothing-fourth-post.html' title='yeah i got nothing... fourth post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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-7528226.post-108914192473575310</id><published>2004-07-06T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T15:25:24.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm, i wonder if i could just leave this title thing blank... my third post</title><content type='html'>So yeah, yesterday as in monday I went to the zoo with liz, kelly, brian, christina, dan and naomi, it was incredibly crazy... most of this story is about dan, well you see dan is crazy, there are two examples of this, first off he is trying to become like a bird man feeding most of the nachos he had to the seagulls which incited them to divebomb at christinas pizza where dan ran and cried, and put himself into a little ball like a little sissy... so yeah, then we went to the gorilla exhibit, where once again dan incited the gorilla to start attacking the glass where ever he was... yeah he is a fool, and it would have been incredibly hilarious if the gorilla broke free and ate dan, but yeah, it didnt happen... damn... so yeah then we went outside looked at more monkeys where all of a sudden one just grabbed the other one and yeah, i definitely think we are all scared for life, honestly, they have cages, do that in private, i shudder at the thought... so yeah then i came home did a bunch of stuff, then went over to liz's chilled with her and her dad and then went to see harry potter, where at the regal we saw naomi, i think liz had a brain faurt because she said hi to her like 5times, it was kinda wierd, haha liz, but yeah harry potter was really good, so yeah, then we went back to her house, and it was about 230 when her dad came downstairs, he was really out of it, i thought he was sleep walking at first, and then he looked kind of peeved, but liz says he was alright, so i hope... so yeah then i went online and talked to liz some more, and went to bed at like 4, and yeah this post seems long already so i wont write about what happened today...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-108914192473575310?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/108914192473575310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=108914192473575310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108914192473575310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108914192473575310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/hm-i-wonder-if-i-could-just-leave-this.html' title='Hm, i wonder if i could just leave this title thing blank... my third post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-10890002180240636</id><published>2004-07-04T23:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T00:03:38.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah... my second post and i still have no idea what to title it...</title><content type='html'>Well I am going to write in this blog, not because I feel like it but because a certain someone *coughlizcough* told/asked/demanded me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I really don't know exactly what to say, a couple days ago, Friday night, I went on my first date with Liz, I paid so that makes it a date...haha... Liz the nonworker... so yeah, we saw Spiderman 2 which was amazing, and god I wish people would stop asking me if the first was better then second or vice versa... because as a movie adic, i never ever say one movie is better then another unless one was really good and the other sucked... all movies like people have their positives and negatives... but yeah so we saw the movie, then we went to here house til like 3am, well i got home just before 3 because my parents would have killed me in my sleep if i wasnt home by 3... then we talked on the phone til like 430, yay for lack of sleep, and then it was saturday, and i went to dave lewys grad party, and i gotta say that man is cool, so is his whole family who i pretty much know since ive known lewy since i was 5... then i had to fix the computer, um went shopping for food for dinner, and yeah, talked to liz online and stuff and yep, then it was today, as in sunday and yeah i cleaned my room liz can even tell you that it is clean, and then liz came over, we um hung out, made pizzas, sorta watched a movie, hung out some more, went to fireworks that were canceled, went to eat ice cream which i had none of and yeah, that if my last few days and i shall end this on this note, i hope you are happy liz :P but lastly, i have to say this, life is funny, because i never knew how much liz liked me and how long liz has liked me til finally now, and it just shows how love is blind because i literally could not see them when they were happening though now that i think about them they are incredibly obvious...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-10890002180240636?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/10890002180240636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=10890002180240636' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/10890002180240636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/10890002180240636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/yeah-my-second-post-and-i-still-have.html' title='Yeah... my second post and i still have no idea what to title it...'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7528226.post-108891543206399116</id><published>2004-07-04T00:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T00:30:32.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my first post</title><content type='html'>Damn, um yeah, definitely have no idea what the hell i am doing here, i figure this blog thing will be fun, i can use it to show me feelings for people such as how i think so and so is a loser or something like that... but yeah, i am kind of late on a post that ive been wanting to make, but it pretty much goes like this, i am going out with an amazing person right now, her name is liz, she is sweetly cool, beautiful, smart... so yeah, i dont know what else to say, ill probably end up posting something else soon saying i forgot something, and yo yo yo bos monkey you better be calling mel, other wise (shaking fist)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7528226-108891543206399116?l=702neergihp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/feeds/108891543206399116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7528226&amp;postID=108891543206399116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108891543206399116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7528226/posts/default/108891543206399116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://702neergihp.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-first-post.html' title='my first post'/><author><name>Phil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13031142813322495436</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></feed>
