<?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-3888229</id><updated>2011-07-14T20:38:03.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny for my thought </title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blogger. It's what i do to keep my sanity. Throughout its entirety, i've never lied and i will always be totally honest in it. if you don't like it, tough cookies. I really don't care. If you do like it, thank you for reading.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</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>499</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107624468195015273</id><published>2004-02-08T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T07:53:44.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Ahh I haven't updated in so long. I'm getting so bad at this. Thursday I didn't stay after to play Magic because Michele fails. Friday was a snow day. I watched lots of Witch Hunter Robin. Yesterday I had the sergery done. It was painful. I didn't get as numb as I should have from the novacane. My jaw ached all afternoon and still hurts, but my cheek and tongue were numb until this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107624468195015273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107624468195015273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107624468195015273' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107594544408753745</id><published>2004-02-04T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T20:46:22.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Holy shit, I'm going to college. I got the application for New Vision. I went to the seminar. It's going to be a huge sacrifice, lots of work, and TOTALLY worth it. I'm so stoked about this. Engineering is so much fun. Ah I'm excited. Wow. That's really all I have to say. ---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107594544408753745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107594544408753745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107594544408753745' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107583562766811935</id><published>2004-02-03T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T14:28:22.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Yesterday sucked. I hate school. FIrst day back, and we got a ton of homework. I fucking hate people. I wore Smashley's glasses because I love her. I did all my homework last night. I was going to stay after and play Magic like I always do today, but last night I couldn't get in touch with my mom. It turns out that she never came home on Monday morning like she was going to. She ran off </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107583562766811935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107583562766811935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583562766811935' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107568846626262054</id><published>2004-02-01T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T21:23:20.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,This was the best weekend ever. Friday I had off, and I never did get to see Smashley. Saturday I went to her house at around 12:00. We chilled hard core, as Amy would say. She gave me the tour of her house, I met her awesome brother, and then we played air hockey. I murdered her, and she was all like "Yeah, well I rule at bowling." The she showed me her room, and we listened to her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107568846626262054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107568846626262054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107568846626262054' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107557132085109969</id><published>2004-01-31T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T12:50:53.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Luposlipaphobia: The fear of being persued by timberwolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor.---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107557132085109969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107557132085109969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107557132085109969' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107548950916519787</id><published>2004-01-30T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T12:10:34.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I really just forget to write anymore. I don't even feel like doing it right now. There's no motivation anymore. It's sad really. Let's recap the week. Tuesday I was off. I studied Chemistry with Danielle and Melissa. Wednesday was a snow day, I just sat around and did nothing. Yesterday was the actual Chem test. It was really easy. Religion was before it, and I think I did good on that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107548950916519787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107548950916519787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107548950916519787' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107517405283584129</id><published>2004-01-26T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:29:39.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Holy cow I haven't posted since Friday. Saturday was a nothing day. I don't think I even looked outside. We rented and watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Sunday Joey and Denders came over. We went to Winn and bought cards. Joey bought Soul Foundries. I bought Enders a Legions pack and a Day of the Dragons, then I bought him McDonalds. He owes me $10. We played alot of Magic, I won alot. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107517405283584129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107517405283584129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107517405283584129' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107490444758265937</id><published>2004-01-23T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:46:37.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Some sad depressing quizes and other things of the like:You are a PHOENIX in your soul and yourwings make a statement. Huge and born of flame,they burn with light and power and rebirth.Ashes fall from your wingtips. You are anamazingly strong person. You survive, evenflourish in adversity and hardship. A firmbeliever in the phrase, 'Whatever doesn't killyou only makes you stronger,' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107490444758265937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107490444758265937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107490444758265937' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107490350936958322</id><published>2004-01-23T19:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:21:31.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Oh what a horrible day this was. I had two midterms this morning: history and pre-calc. History was first, and I was very disappointed with myself. I studied for it for four hours yesterday with Danielle and Melissa, and I still did shitty on it. My DBQ sucked. I put in a lot of outside information, but it didn't feel right. I'm going to estimate that I got in the low 80's on it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107490350936958322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107490350936958322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107490350936958322' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107481263178772756</id><published>2004-01-22T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:05:53.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Yesterday Smashley gave me my long overdue Christmas present. It was a Lego kit of the Bespin Cloudcar from Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. I bult it and flew it around all day. I had the second half of my anatomy midterm, also. It wasn't as easy as part one but I still think I did good on it. I missed Law seventh period because I went to a meeting for the New Vision program at Boces</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107481263178772756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107481263178772756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107481263178772756' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107463967735097483</id><published>2004-01-20T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:05:36.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,First order of business: Announcements. Today I completely owned. I had such a good day. I had the first half of my anatomy midterm, and I did very well on it. It was 65 questions and we could omit five, and I didn't know only five. I won. Today was a Magic day. I had a feeling nobody would remember to stay after because of the day off and I was right. Only Chris Orengo and I played. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107463967735097483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107463967735097483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107463967735097483' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107453528741078058</id><published>2004-01-19T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:57:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I spent the day with my mom today. She came over at 1:00 and farted around like she usually does, making inappropriate comments and whatnot. We went to the mall at around 2:30. Kevin brought Ryan Smith along. We went to see Along Came Polly at the 3:15 show. It was alright, nothing spectacular, but not a waste of time either. It was a mediocre, typical romantic comedy. After the movie we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107453528741078058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107453528741078058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107453528741078058' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107448305529107379</id><published>2004-01-18T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T22:35:23.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,The Magic-a-thon today was one of the best yet. In attendance were The brothers Casabona (Joseph and Phil) And Deadly Evans. We played a few rounds of one on one, and I went undefeated. A-thank you, a-thank you. I crushed joey like 4 times without batting an eye lash. Enders fell to the might of my swarm elf deck. Phil, after claiming he black deck was totally unbeatable, as it had never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107448305529107379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107448305529107379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107448305529107379' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107435962260751722</id><published>2004-01-17T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T21:45:37.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I went to the mall today for my first real date with Smashley. It was very nice. We were a half hour early for the movie, so we just sat and talked outside the theatre for a little while. She gave me her thick framed emo glasses to wear for the day. I was so happy. She thinks they look good on me. So we saw Big Fish. It was really good. It was a weird kind of movie, but I liked it none </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107435962260751722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107435962260751722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107435962260751722' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107427931325919377</id><published>2004-01-16T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:57:06.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,So I just read the two weeks worth of Darksteel previews on the Magic: The Gathering website. I am very excited about the release. It's not too far off either. The pre-release tornament is on January 24th, and the release date will be in February, hopefully for my birthday. There is only one thing I really have a problem with. Aside from the mycosynth columns and blinkmoth clouds, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107427931325919377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107427931325919377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107427931325919377' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107426488951880705</id><published>2004-01-16T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T09:56:41.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,There was a two-hour delay called last night for everyone because it was in the negatives all night and into the morning. This morning I woke up at 7:30 to the list of closings and delays. Burke is still open. Why? I'll tell you why. Because Florida, Warwick, Goshen and Greenwood Lake are open. Burke is officially stupider than Tyler Muer. So I'm staying home all day. More updates as the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107426488951880705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107426488951880705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107426488951880705' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107421274597949033</id><published>2004-01-15T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T19:27:37.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today had the potential to be such a good day, but then the internet ruined it. It snowed last night. We got six and a half inches. I didn't wake up until 10:00, and the plow had already come, and there was nothing I needed to shovel. I was ecstatic. So, I came online and talked to Smashley, and everything was good. Then Meghan comes on and starts complaining about our situation again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107421274597949033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107421274597949033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107421274597949033' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107411319476105776</id><published>2004-01-14T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:10:19.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I was so stressed out today. I did my anatomy packet, chapter ten outline, leisure reading, chem packet, labs, and anatomy poster all on time. I yelled at some people, and ignored others. I yelled at Meghan. I totally kicked her ass with words. I always want to write so much in here, but I always either forget or get lazy. Today I'm lazy. i'm tired, so I'm going to bed. It might snow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107411319476105776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107411319476105776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107411319476105776' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107402750520040638</id><published>2004-01-13T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T16:12:23.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today was a pretty routine day. School was boring. I actually participated in english. I have so much work to do before next Tuesday (quarter deadline), and most of it is due tomorrow. Leisure reading, anatomy project, and anatomy packet are all due tomorrow. I walked around with Smashley again today. She's not much of a talker. I hope that won't be a problem. I wanted to kiss her again </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107402750520040638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107402750520040638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107402750520040638' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107395803742498585</id><published>2004-01-12T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T20:42:25.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,The situation isn't as bad as I thought it was. I'm still a jerk because now that I think about it, I really did lead Meghan on. I wish she didn't like me. I told her not to right off the bat. One of the first conversations I ever had with her was about that. I told her that I would break her heart. Why didn't she listen to me? I don't know. So I walked around with Smashley between every</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107395803742498585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107395803742498585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107395803742498585' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107384076751525302</id><published>2004-01-11T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T12:59:50.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I am Stephen. I am the biggest boy jerk in the world. I am the destroyer of fantasies, the deconstructor of untold love, and the Ruiner of Worlds. I'm such a stupid person sometimes. Once again I managed to single-handedly destroy a true friendship. Ug. So here are details. Last night I had an incredibly amazing time with Ashley. We partied it up like there was no tomorrow, which, in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107384076751525302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107384076751525302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107384076751525302' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107379892897648461</id><published>2004-01-11T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T00:30:34.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I'm home now. Semi was so much fun. Just so everyone knows, I'm a really really really bad dancer, but I don't care. I jump up and get down. I swing my arms around and totally disregard the beat. I look like a complete fool, but I don't care. I have fun, dammit. And boy, did I have fun. I danced with Smashley the whole night. She's such a good dancer. We danced to ghetto tunes such as EI</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107379892897648461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107379892897648461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107379892897648461' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107376124025605619</id><published>2004-01-10T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T14:02:25.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I forgot to post last night. I didn't really have time to. Yesterday after school Meghan came over. After I finally got her to stop dancing around the house like the little faerie she is, and got her out of my bed, we watched Office Space. She liked it, and now that she's seen it we can be friends again. Dad, Kevin and I went to Dillengers for dinner, and then came home and watched </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107376124025605619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107376124025605619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107376124025605619' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107361209694637994</id><published>2004-01-08T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T20:36:39.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Woo hoo! I'm in a happy mood today. I don't really know why, I'm just very happy. I totally owned Mrs. Szigethy today in religion. It was good. I played Magic today, it wasn't cool. I didn't play with Tab and the game was boring. Rawr, I need to do some chemistry homework. I don't really have much else to say; today was a pretty routine day. ---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107361209694637994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107361209694637994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107361209694637994' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107352822763082517</id><published>2004-01-07T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T21:18:49.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,"I don't remember what I was going to say. It was important too..." That pretty much sums up my day. I forgot everything. Oh well. Here are the highlights. I walked with Ashley after second period. I had a long talk with Mr. Lazarus about the Clinton scandal. I had a long talk with Mr. Debold about ducks, quacking, and echoes. I got a Phage, the Untouchable from Chris Orengo. That's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107352822763082517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107352822763082517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107352822763082517' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107342915598735240</id><published>2004-01-06T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T17:47:35.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I woke up late today and knew it was just going to be one of those days. But I was wrong. School was nothing important. After hours, we played Magic. Best Magic day ever. Tab and I crushed John and Chris. We lost the first game because they ganged up on Tab. Second game, we crushed, plain and simple. Tab eliminated Chris with damage spells in three turns, and I took John out with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107342915598735240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107342915598735240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107342915598735240' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107335604350579964</id><published>2004-01-05T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T21:29:02.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I wasted so much time today. I have so much stuff I have to get done and here I am writing in the Blogger again. I sure hope you appreciate this. In my last post I forgot to mention the worst part about today. I went to the oral surgeon after school today, and the bad news is I have to get oral surgery again. A week from friday is the tenative date. That's all on the bad news. Since the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107335604350579964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107335604350579964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107335604350579964' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107334524927204327</id><published>2004-01-05T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T18:29:07.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Before I get into anything, there are a few things that need to be said. Firstly, a guitar in the shape of a goldfish (the snack that smiles back, goldfish) would be freaking awesome. Next, Arc-Slogger is the most worthless magic card for Iron Man formats. Ok, so today started out pretty good. Marty gave me a pack of Magic cards. It was from Legions and I was like "crap, I have almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107334524927204327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107334524927204327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107334524927204327' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107326512758704631</id><published>2004-01-04T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:13:45.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,In case you were wondering about the last post, I just plain love that song. I'm a sucker for songs that tell a story. The Taxi songs are good too. I can't remember for the life of me who sings them, though. Anyway, today I went to Danny's house. Me, him, Zack, and the other kid played Magic, Mario Kart, both for 64 and Double Dash, and the went into the basement for some Dungeons and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107326512758704631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107326512758704631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107326512758704631' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107323406801477468</id><published>2004-01-04T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T11:36:04.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pistol shots ring out in the barroom nightEnter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"Here comes the story of the Hurricane,The man the authorities came to blameFor somethin' that he never done.Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a beenThe champion of the world.Three bodies lyin' there does Patty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107323406801477468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107323406801477468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107323406801477468' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107310400922473331</id><published>2004-01-03T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T22:49:30.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I'm feeling somewhat Emo today. Actually, to tell the truth, I'm not even the slightest bit Emo today. Last night I had a dream. It was horribly violent and grotesque and ended with me ripping off the head of a former lover and drinking her blood. I hate having dreams. They seem to have shifted from premonition to dark inner desire as of late. I haven't done anything violent in so long, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107310400922473331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107310400922473331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107310400922473331' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107308096879066081</id><published>2004-01-02T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T17:04:23.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I'm very irked. I wrote a long post last night, and for the first time in months didn't copy and save it before I hit publish, and it wasn't saved. I had no way to get it back. Exactly what I didn't need was to have it gone. So now you get the stripped down version. Yesterday I saw Paycheck with Danny and Stephen Enders. Here come the spoilers. It was a really good movie, but only if you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107308096879066081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107308096879066081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107308096879066081' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107296825347481479</id><published>2004-01-01T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T10:30:46.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Look at that, it's New Years Day. I personally don't understand the whole new years thing. Technically every single day is the start of the new year if you think about it, a year ago it was the same date, and now it's a day after that. The only reason this one is different is because it's the last day on the calender. Now you have to go buy a new calendar. I don't understand New Years. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107296825347481479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107296825347481479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107296825347481479' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107290691988068991</id><published>2003-12-31T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T16:43:31.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,It's the last day of the year, so I'm eating as many cookies as I can. Anyway, I was supposed to go to Joeys three hours ago, but we're having problems with the plumbing. Our hot water heater is broken, and is being repaired as we speak, so I can't go to Joey's yet. I watched Mortal Kombat while waiting for the plumber to finish. That's one of the best movies ever. If ever there was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107290691988068991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107290691988068991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107290691988068991' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107284670888709300</id><published>2003-12-30T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:59:59.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I just got back from Krista's. We had movie night. Cast: Jackie, Kristen, Krista, Danielle, Danny, Anthony, and myself. Movie: The Breakfast Club. From what I saw of it, it was pretty good. After the movie we all ran away into the basement, sang kareoke, played pool and fooseball, and some clapping game i didn't really understand. I think between today and yesterday Danielle and I both </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107284670888709300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107284670888709300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107284670888709300' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107282314430928169</id><published>2003-12-30T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T17:30:38.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,When we last left off, our hero was bored out of his brain and taking four hundred thousand quizes. After the boredom ceased, Danny Enders came over. We chilled, played Magic, Transformers, you know the drill. At around 4:30 Daniele came over and we resumed the Magicing. Krista dropped by also. At 6:00 everyone cleared out. I ate dinner, cleaned up, did the dishes, and then resumed the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107282314430928169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107282314430928169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107282314430928169' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107270547773941859</id><published>2003-12-29T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T13:55:57.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Stolen Quizes.Pretty BoyFind out what anime character cliche  you are.Nuts-O AngelFind out what anime villan  you are.Find out what anime series  you belong in.Super ChargeWhat's Your Anime Power?DevestationWhat's Your Anime Weapon?From the "Castlevania" SeriesWhat Video Game Villain Are You?Can we eat yet?What Anime Bad Boy Are You?  Quiz 2Congratulations! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107270547773941859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107270547773941859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107270547773941859' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107265624218711330</id><published>2003-12-28T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T19:05:30.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Vacation is half over and I haven't accomplished anything yet. Today I watched more Beast Wars, the Spawn movie I got, and then dad came in and we watched Cheech and Chong Go Up in Smoke. He's an odd person, my father, let me tell you. His favorite movies are Cheech and Chong, Half Baked, and Traffic. I asked him if he'd ever light up with me, and he just told me to go to my room. Today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107265624218711330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107265624218711330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107265624218711330' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107257664679327487</id><published>2003-12-27T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T20:58:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,On the whole, today was a pretty good day. I had to go see the mother, but it was alright. We went to the mall, and I returned all the stupid crap she got me in exchange for the Family Guy season 1&amp;2 DVDs, the Spawn animated movie, and a King Arthur toy from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. He talks when you press a button and says, "I am Arthur, King of the Britains!" Good stuff. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107257664679327487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107257664679327487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107257664679327487' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107249155041270510</id><published>2003-12-26T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T21:20:36.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I just got home from seeing Peter Pan with Krista, Melissa, and Jason. Since I love Peter Pan to no end, it won't be any fun to hear me praise the movie, rather I'll just critique the entire concept of Peter Pan. First off, people cannot fly without wings, or some means to negate the effect of the planet's hold on them. This would be possible in Neverland, assuming that the fact that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107249155041270510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107249155041270510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107249155041270510' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107244830425429949</id><published>2003-12-26T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T09:19:49.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good morning Blogger,I had to wake up early to wait for the exterminater or something. Here's some quiz results from my favorite quizzies.I am 70% EmoWell.. I've made the cut!  Now I'll go buy some promise rings and knit myself a sweater.Take the Emo Test at fuali.com I am 20% Punk RockIt's not a fashion craze, or even a cool thing to do. I should just swallow it, get Lost, and take my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107244830425429949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107244830425429949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107244830425429949' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107241468100718298</id><published>2003-12-25T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T23:59:25.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,At 9:00 Amy, Krista, and their cousin Joanna came to my house and kidnapped me back to the Witterschein's. We watched "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days." Krista got me a Christmas present: three packs of Magic, and a bottle of Jimmies. I got jimmies. I also got a Sword of Kaldra, Nightmare Lash, and a Fireshreiker. Good draws. Krista is so great. I need to go to bed. Oh yeah, more bad news; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107241468100718298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107241468100718298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107241468100718298' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107240141684117056</id><published>2003-12-25T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T20:18:21.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Well, Santa was generous to us once again, and a good Christmas was had by all. When I awoke this morning, I found Unicron beneath my tree, accompanied by Optimus Prime, and assorted G. I. Joes. Kevin and I spent the day watching the G. I. Joe Spy Troops movie, and many many Beast Wars episodes while playing with the spoils of american commercialistic holidays. I take it back, I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107240141684117056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107240141684117056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107240141684117056' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107232441565803401</id><published>2003-12-24T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T00:19:59.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Kevin and I went to hang out with Michele today. We went to see The Last Samurai. It was really good, but not as good as an episode of Rurouni Kenshin. We exchanged Christmas gifts too. I got the first season of Beast Wars on DVD. [TGS] SOOOO GOOD!!! [/tgs] Kevin got like 4637867896236 things from her, because she likes him best. I don't mind. I can't wait to get more loot tomorrow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107232441565803401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107232441565803401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107232441565803401' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107222905809872223</id><published>2003-12-23T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T20:34:40.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I baked more cookies today than any man has before. Danielle and I made three differnt kinds of cookies, and we made them damn good. We traded Christmas presents today too. She got me toe socks and some of those little bracelets i always steal from her, so that I won't have to steal them anymore. I think I will anyway. She loved the Magic cards I got her. We played, and she won. I let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107222905809872223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107222905809872223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107222905809872223' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107215221858936079</id><published>2003-12-22T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T23:04:59.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I'm still hate-tripping. Right now the hate is more of a discomfort, actually. Today was horrible. I woke up in pain and coughing up lungs. Kevin was being a total jerk today, as usual. That's why I'm hating today. He is such a jerk. At around 2:00 I went to Krista's and we moped and cried and watched tv. At 5:00 we went to Melissa's for her birthday party thing. There were a whole bunch</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107215221858936079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107215221858936079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107215221858936079' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107206703071912052</id><published>2003-12-21T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:25:09.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Alright listen up, here's how it is. If you're a female, I fucking hate you. It's not necessarily because of anything you've done, but more because what you're programmed to do eventually. Break my fucking heart why don't you? Additionally, if you're not out to break my heart, you're liable to stick your right under my foot, and then blame me for stepping on it. I'm not going to mention </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107206703071912052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107206703071912052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107206703071912052' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107201522340465423</id><published>2003-12-21T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T09:01:42.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,So I guess it's Sunday now. I really don't know where I am. Yesterday I went to Krista's ice skating party for her birthday. We went to Ice Time in The 'Burgh. I haven't skated since I went with Amy last time. I learned how to skate backwards this time. It's not easy, let me tell you. We went back to Krista's house afterwards, and everyone was pretty much beat. Most of us were sick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107201522340465423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107201522340465423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107201522340465423' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107192173138598403</id><published>2003-12-20T07:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T07:03:28.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,It's 6:45 am right now. I woke up an hour ago. I'm feeling much better, actually. I haven't been coughing as much, I have no fever anymore, and my nose isn't clogged. On the reverse side of the scales of well being, I chewed up my lip sometime during the night and it looks horrendous. Also, my lower back is still all cramped up. Since I'm up so early, I've had time to catch up on peoples</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107192173138598403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107192173138598403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107192173138598403' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107187375143778177</id><published>2003-12-19T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T17:43:57.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Oh Blogger, why do you hate me so? Why will you not publish my entries? All I want is for people to be able to read you. So yeah, Blogger is being stupid and isn't publishing my entries. Thats just one of my pains right now. Today sucked majorly. I woke up and didn't feel too good, but I went to school anyway because I'm a stupid son of a silly person. I traded presents with everyone, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107187375143778177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107187375143778177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107187375143778177' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107179794963228498</id><published>2003-12-18T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T20:49:01.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I suffered through school today. I really just couldn't deal with people. It also didin't help that Christmas vacation is hanging over everyone's heads like a weight suspended from a string directly above you. Talk about clever analogies. I saw Ashley alot today. Crazy man. She's going to be one of my many whore-dates for Semi. Tomorrow is the last day before break. I'm so busy until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107179794963228498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107179794963228498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107179794963228498' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107170889810153980</id><published>2003-12-17T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T22:49:22.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,OK, here's the deal. DO NOT READ THIS ENTRY UNTIL YOU HAVE SEEN RETURN OF THE KING. You've been warned. There are 4,000 spoilers right here. OK, first things first. The movie was a 3 hour long orgasm. It was by far the best movie I have ever seen in my entire life. First off, Gollum was fucking amazing. Second, Aragorn is fucking amazing. Anduril is my sex, I swear. Legolas was just tits</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107170889810153980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107170889810153980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107170889810153980' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107153931420449762</id><published>2003-12-15T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T09:10:06.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Complete sincerity: You believe in beingstraightforward with others, and you expect thesame from them. People would consider you agood listener, and one who is calm and mostlyserious. Which Characteristic From the Samurai Code Matches You Best? (You may find out your best trait) brought to you by Quizilla Your element is Air. You are an artistic personwith a unique sense of style. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107153931420449762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107153931420449762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107153931420449762' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107153458048137895</id><published>2003-12-15T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T19:30:51.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today was boring. After the initial excitement of the snowfall and closure of schools, I was hit with the reality that I would have to shovel the entire driveway without any assitance. Winter would be so much cooler if I was the Human Tourch. Hell, I'd settle for a flame thrower. So after an hour and a half of shoveling, salting, and more shoveling, I came inside and downloaded and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107153458048137895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107153458048137895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107153458048137895' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107150095340687767</id><published>2003-12-15T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T10:10:24.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Oh man! No school! Spiderman 2 trailer! best day ever!!!!!weezrdoll: awwwweezrdoll: I &lt;3 your bloggerweezrdoll: I could read it all dayweezrdoll: I think I'll do that instead of suicide this once---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107150095340687767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107150095340687767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107150095340687767' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107145738063817292</id><published>2003-12-14T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T22:04:10.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,So many entries today.Name 3 habits u have: 1) Breaking hearts2) Gettin my heart broken3) Saying stupid things out loudName four scents you love: 1) Rain2) Cherrys3) Meghan's hair4) A cold dayName something you'd never wear: 1) A shirt with my own picture on itName 3 animals you like: 1) Saber toothed screaming lemurs2) Zebras3) Sarah Sampson Name four television </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107145738063817292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107145738063817292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107145738063817292' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107144854701661163</id><published>2003-12-14T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T19:36:56.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Well, I gave in. After many long months, it's public again. I made many people's day by doing this too. Cprompt JoeSN: YES1Cprompt JoeSN: yours was my favDeadly Evans: NICE NICE NICEDeadly Evans: lets have sex to commemorate the ocasionDeadly Evans: i mean whatEnders just gets a big sigh. Mood: Back.Music: Matchbook Romance - the Greatest Fall---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107144854701661163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107144854701661163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107144854701661163' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107143138081012130</id><published>2003-12-14T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T14:50:49.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Once again...nothingyou are either a record nerd or not a scenester atall. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,dude. what type of lame scenester are you? brought to you by Quizilla---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107143138081012130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107143138081012130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107143138081012130' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107142549546646788</id><published>2003-12-14T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T13:12:45.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,There is no santa clause.Deadly Evans: you hate transformers?Just S p a c e: yes.Deadly Evans: :'(Just S p a c e: listen to meJust S p a c e: its a good hateDeadly Evans: continueJust S p a c e: i hate transformers for these reasons: Just S p a c e: 1) the optimus prime toy from Armada is so fucking cool2) the optimus powerlink from armada is 2x as cool3) the optimus from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107142549546646788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107142549546646788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107142549546646788' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107142312126949346</id><published>2003-12-14T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T12:33:10.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I woke up at 10:00 this morning. I really need to go to bed earlier. So I'm watching the news this morning, and they caught Saddam. He was in some little crawlspace under an abandoned farmhouse. Cool guy huh? So anyway, the D&amp;D thing isn't happening today because of this stupid blizzard we're getting. I'm just going to play Magic with myself all day. Later We're going to watch Battlestar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107142312126949346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107142312126949346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107142312126949346' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107137725080280110</id><published>2003-12-13T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T23:48:39.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I didn't watch cartoons this morning. I don't know why, but I just didn't. Melissa blew me off today. I knew she would. We went to the mall anyway. I saw like twenty Burke people there, it was rediculous. I saw DG and The Oburn too. DG invited me to her New Year's Eve party. We didn't go to the movies like we were going to. I bought Kevin a Christmas present. In other news, I made a new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107137725080280110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107137725080280110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107137725080280110' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107128136020704923</id><published>2003-12-12T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T19:32:39.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,So I'm going to Semi without a date. Amy is my "date" but just because she can't bring Greg. I don't really mind, it's not like I was going to bring anyone anyway. I suppose I could have asked Krista, but I'm not going to. I'll have fun on my own. Today was a pep rally. It was amusing. The seniors crushed the faculty in basketball. Pretty uneventful day otherwise. There are a few things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107128136020704923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107128136020704923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107128136020704923' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107110632093979140</id><published>2003-12-10T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:33:05.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Good evening. Yesterday I went to the orthodontist, and apparently theres no end in sight for these metal things in my mouth. I hate teeth. Today was my gym day. We played basketball in second period and kickball in fourth. I'm becoming such an uncoordinated blob. I'm horrible at backetball. It makes me sad. I made a pork roast for dinner. It was really good. Michele comes here every day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107110632093979140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107110632093979140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107110632093979140' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107092644439367148</id><published>2003-12-08T18:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:35:06.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Wow I just realized I didn't write about the past two days. Saturday was a nothing day, we got a foot of snow, so I stayed home. I just watched movies and stuff all day. Sunday I went to Melissa's birthday party. Her whole family was there, and then there was me, Mallory, and Krista. We had fun, we watched Monty Python, we had cake. Today I just hung out. I watched "Red Planet." At like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107092644439367148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107092644439367148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107092644439367148' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107088928246888192</id><published>2003-12-08T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T08:15:43.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Quiz time!x. birthday = February 14x. piercings = nonex. tattoos = none...yetx. shoe size = 10.5x. hair color = dark brownx. length = Beatle-ishx. siblings = 1 brotherx. pets = 1 brother x. clothing = taz PJ pants`this or that...x. Nice smiles or nice eyes? Eyes. They are the window to the soul.x. Jeans or skirts? jeansx. Boots or sneakers? sneakersx. Natural or make-up? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107088928246888192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107088928246888192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107088928246888192' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107068550258567377</id><published>2003-12-05T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T23:39:22.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I almost forgot to write. Today was bad. It was really cold, and the impending snowstorm had everyone on edge for one reason or another. They let us out of school at 12:00, which is during my lunch period. Kerry gave me a note, and I didn't read it until I was on the bus. According to it, her and TJ have had a thing for like ever, and he asked her out. This really bothered me, partially </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107068550258567377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107068550258567377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107068550258567377' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107058960709306522</id><published>2003-12-04T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T21:01:04.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Sorry I forgot to write yesterday. I went shopping with Amy. We went to the Galleria. After getting Wendy's, we went pro-shopper. I got almost all my Christmas shopping done. I just have to get something for Carolyn and Kerry. I was going to get them robots (gundams) but Kay Bee was out of stock. I got Melissa the Lion King special edition DVD, and Joe Galbo this sex toy thing from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107058960709306522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107058960709306522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107058960709306522' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107041322353238484</id><published>2003-12-02T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T16:51:02.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,My arm hurts and I don't feel like writing. Peace out.---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107041322353238484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107041322353238484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107041322353238484' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107032718735580485</id><published>2003-12-01T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:07:20.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I had two gyms, and they're redoing the locker rooms so I got a lung full of powdered cement. I've been hacking all day. I didn't get the Scarlet Letter for english, so I got a zero for today. Tomorrow is Magic day so I made three all-new decks. I believe Everwood is a repeat today. I want to have an Ironman Magic Competition. Thats the one where when a card is sent to the graveyard, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107032718735580485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107032718735580485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032718735580485' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107024174039147189</id><published>2003-11-30T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T20:23:11.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today was one of those days where I knew everything that was going to happen, and none of it was in my favor. I quit my job today. He wasn't mad or anything. It was chill. When my dad picked me up I told him what I did and he gave me the speech about how I'm a good for nothing, blah blah blah. We went to Winn and I asked about the job and the guy was like "Not now." You can imagine how </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107024174039147189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107024174039147189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107024174039147189' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107015707949525657</id><published>2003-11-29T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T20:52:09.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Oy what a day. I wasn't supposed to work today. I really wasn't. I told Jack last week that I couldn't work today. I thought I had the day off, so I leisurely got out of bed at 8:00 and watched cartoons. At 9:30 the phone rang. It's Pat, the owner, bitching about how I'm not there, and how I'm a horrible person and I better as hell have lost a leg. He made a whole big stink about me not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107015707949525657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107015707949525657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107015707949525657' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-107007295838244539</id><published>2003-11-28T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T21:30:07.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Well I've returned from Long Island. That was an adventure and a half. Kevin was a royal pain in the ass the whole time. "I want to go home.", and "This sucks.", and "I hate you Stephen." I swear he's such a jerk sometimes. The record was broken this year. Two years ago the turkey was ready at 10:30, and boy did we think that was early. this Thanksgiving, however, I woke up at 5:45 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107007295838244539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/107007295838244539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107007295838244539' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106980075630778718</id><published>2003-11-25T17:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:53:21.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I'm such a failure, I forgot to post again. I totally lose. I don't remember what happened yesterday, so oh well. I know that I didn't go to bed until very late, so I'm very tired today. I played Magic today, I didn't win. We played two-on-two and I lost both times. Michele drove me home. I hate her right now. Kevin is such a little brat and we all know it, and she doesn't care. She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106980075630778718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106980075630778718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106980075630778718' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106959454159462288</id><published>2003-11-23T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T08:36:21.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I got home late last night so I didn't have time to post. I had a really bad day at work. It was hella busy, and there were like 4 people working up front, so they made me do all the shit work because I'm a n3wB. I didn't get to leave until like 3:00. I just chilled when I got home, then at like 8:00 Amy and Greg picked me up and we went to the Commons, and then to Wendy's. We were going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106959454159462288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106959454159462288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106959454159462288' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106947494661953896</id><published>2003-11-21T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T23:50:10.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I didn't go to the homecoming dance tonight. It was closed, so only people from Burke could go, and I believe 60 people were actually going to it. Also, Kerry was going to be there, and I didn't really want to see her tonight. i seriously need to get away from her for a few days. Krista picked me up after school at like 3:45 today. We went to CVS to buy condoms, then to the videostore to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106947494661953896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106947494661953896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106947494661953896' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106938135800342638</id><published>2003-11-20T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T21:23:15.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I didn't write last night. I'm sorry. Yesterday I broke up with Kerry. She didn't take it very well, naturally. We just talked about it, and I think we're semi-cool. She's very dissappointed in me, as I figured she would be. I feel like such a horrible person for doing this. This is the second time I've crushed her like this. I'm the bad guy. She's not excommunicating me, which is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106938135800342638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106938135800342638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106938135800342638' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106919448596365929</id><published>2003-11-18T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T20:34:08.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I felt a little more optomistic about everything today, and people had to go an bring me down with their problems and shit. I felt like evrything was cool this morning, and then I went to school. Kerry was in a very bad mood today. Her mom is pregnant. They have zero money as it is, so this kid is going to kill them. There are so many things wrong between the two of us, it's not even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106919448596365929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106919448596365929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106919448596365929' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106910831828501207</id><published>2003-11-17T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T17:25:08.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today sucked too. I have no energy to write anything at all. I need a day off, seriously. Peace. ---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106910831828501207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106910831828501207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106910831828501207' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106903754205240446</id><published>2003-11-16T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:52:53.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today sucked. Blarg. I really don't have the energy to write anything right now. I'll talk about it tomorrow, I promise. ---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106903754205240446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106903754205240446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106903754205240446' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106895076583303715</id><published>2003-11-15T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T21:46:36.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Ring night last night was amazing. Theres really not much I can say about it, it was just good times. Today, on the other hand, sucked majorly. I didn't get home until 12:00 last night, so I woke up very tired. I worked until 2:00. I wen't to Hanna and Dale's to hang out with Kerry after I got home and showered. I'm a little sick so we shouldn't have gotten close, but we did anyway. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106895076583303715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106895076583303715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106895076583303715' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106883079717337840</id><published>2003-11-14T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T12:27:06.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I just finished watching "Requiem for a Dream" and I would like to reaffirm the decision I made so long ago never to ever do drugs. That was probably the most depressing sickest most disturbing movie I have ever seen. There was such a dramatic change from the beginning of the film to the end. Four people who's lives were completely shattered by drugs. It's really sad. Especially the girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106883079717337840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106883079717337840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106883079717337840' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106877531452942852</id><published>2003-11-13T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T21:02:34.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,There was a funny article on the Blogger homepage today about a guy who's mom finds his Blogger. "Apparently, Mom typed [Widmar's employer] Dean Healthcare into Google along with my name and, lo and behold, PlanetKevin popped up," Widmar said. "I'm so fucked."In an e-mail sent to Widmar Monday, Lillian reported in large purple letters that she was "VERY EXCITED :)!!!" to find his "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106877531452942852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106877531452942852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106877531452942852' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106868444312146517</id><published>2003-11-12T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T19:48:03.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today fucking sucked. I woke up with a dry mouth and a headache. I went to school anyway because I thought Kerry would cheer me up. She's only got bad news. She really got stuck with shit in life, as sorry as I am to say that. I wish more than anything that there was something I could do to make her feel better about life. She's the most optimistic person in the world. She's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106868444312146517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106868444312146517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106868444312146517' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106860677840491706</id><published>2003-11-11T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:13:24.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today was one big boring blur. I messed up dinner. Michele was here all day but I didn't talk to her. I played alot of videogames. I need to go to sleep now though. Good night Blogger.---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106860677840491706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106860677840491706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106860677840491706' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106850360604482663</id><published>2003-11-10T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T18:11:26.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,It's rant time. There were major realizations today on my part. I took a second to look at everyone I've known for so long and how in the past month alone we've all grown up so much. Just now Melissa and I had a long talk about how much people have grown up, and how some people haven't. The reason the two of us first came together was Pete Fiore. Since eighth grade he's been written out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106850360604482663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106850360604482663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106850360604482663' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106843455075496158</id><published>2003-11-09T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:22:53.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I love america. Sean4985: yo assclownJust S p a c e: wut up suckaSean4985: whats happeningJust S p a c e: i hear you joined the army?Sean4985: yeahSean4985: quickest way outta this county is to be bush's fucking pawn and kill some rag headsSean4985: so i said sign me upJust S p a c e: thats so sad yet so funny all at the same timeJust S p a c e: kill the rag heads, more power </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106843455075496158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106843455075496158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106843455075496158' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106838843984133977</id><published>2003-11-09T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T19:51:30.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Fuck. I definitely wrote a whole long entry about yesterday and it got fucking deleted. I fucking hate blogger. Erg. So anyway, yesterday was amazing. Kerry came over and we had a very good time. We sat on my bed and talked about everything I think we possibly could have. Thats why I love her so much, because she actually understands me and still loves me. I'm a diffiicult person to like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106838843984133977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106838843984133977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106838843984133977' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106825846795903787</id><published>2003-11-07T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T21:28:08.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,What a great day today was. School literally flew by. I got minimal homework. After school, Amy and I went to the Palisades Mall to get me something to wear to Ring Night. She's such a pro shopper. Within ten minutes of us getting there we were parked, inside, and I had already purchased a robot, makingthe trip a victory. We went to Wendy's for dinner, and then back again to get frosties</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106825846795903787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106825846795903787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106825846795903787' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106817392559889741</id><published>2003-11-06T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T21:59:04.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I'm so tired, I don't feel like writing anything right now. Alot is going on so I'll probably write a nice big chunk tomorrow. Later.---Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106817392559889741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106817392559889741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106817392559889741' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106808716547375105</id><published>2003-11-05T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T21:53:02.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I was tortured artist to the max today. First, I was victimized by the system. Canty gave me a demerit because I had things hanging inside my locker. Thanks Danielle, and thanks Mr. Desalvo. Even though he's a cool guy, I still think he's a dick for going into my locker like that. I played him in Magic after school during detention, and I housed him off his chair. Phil played him too and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106808716547375105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106808716547375105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106808716547375105' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106799637690410254</id><published>2003-11-04T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T20:39:52.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today sucked. The bus didn't come until 8:00, but I got a ride in with Jimmy. I only got to see Kerry fr like 2 minuites this morning, and not at all at the end of the day. I left early to go to the orthodontist. I stopped at Winn on the way home and got Kevin a birthday present, a 12-inch figure of Violater from Spawn. Kevin Stacalrodt just sent me this:Tell a man there are 300 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106799637690410254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106799637690410254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106799637690410254' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106790498480017412</id><published>2003-11-03T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:16:39.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I'm such a bum. I came home from school and I slept until like ten minutes ago. Today was a good day. It was very uneventful. Kerry still hasn't found the time to answer my question yet. She's such a tease. She's more open with kissing in school now. We sat together at lunch. I love her. We're going to chill on Saturday, but that seems so far away. I wish we had more time together. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106790498480017412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106790498480017412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106790498480017412' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106782591068140180</id><published>2003-11-02T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T21:18:44.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,What I do on Sunday nights:odin54328: and i am odinJust S p a c e: and imma mess you upodin54328: all knowing and powerfulodin54328: ametuerodin54328: haaaaJust S p a c e: because i'm zeusJust S p a c e: and the greek god pwnzor teh norse godsJust S p a c e: *lightning*Just S p a c e: you=deadodin54328: greek=romans=norseodin54328: same gods different namesJust S p a c e: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106782591068140180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106782591068140180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106782591068140180' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106769243158132574</id><published>2003-11-01T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T08:14:03.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Last night was one of the most amazing nights of my life. All I did yesterday was fret over whether not I would be able to see Kerry, and although the world tried to keep us apart, we both managed to get to Devin's with no casualties. First,  Kerry got grounded and didn't think she'd be able to go. She got out of it, but then I realized I had no ride there or home. Matt Hannington agreed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106769243158132574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106769243158132574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106769243158132574' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106755925721238880</id><published>2003-10-30T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T19:14:27.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,I really wish that for one day everything could be ok. Just 24 hours, thats all I ask for. I can't believe that in the last 20 minuites everything went to hell. Kerry just told me that she's grounded for reasons unknown to me, so she can't go to Devin's party tomorrow night, which means I won't be attending either. All I want is to be with her, and it seems like the world is working to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106755925721238880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106755925721238880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106755925721238880' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106748267898945074</id><published>2003-10-29T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T21:58:04.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Inspiration hit me. I really hate the situation right now. I'm holding my friendships by a thread. I can't be less friendly with melissa, because then she'll think I was just friends with her because I liked her. I'm losing Carolyn to Joe, the Kerry situation is very fragile right now, and I'm losing Amy because of it. I really like Kerry, and I think things might work out as long as I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106748267898945074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106748267898945074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106748267898945074' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106747959393565154</id><published>2003-10-29T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T21:06:40.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,The blog is now officially private. Only Joey has the capability to view it, but that's because he's a hacker to the third degree...and he knows my password. But anyway, it's just been really bothering me that people read this and didn't talk to me about anything. Rather, they read it instead of talking to me. So from now on, if nobody talks to me, they won't know what or how I'm feeling</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106747959393565154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106747959393565154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106747959393565154' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106739707116994799</id><published>2003-10-28T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T22:11:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today was such a happy day for me. I definitely think I did good on the religion test, and I got an english test back on which I earned a 94. I'm in the process of doing my leisure reading report. It's not coming out as good as I thought it would, but I'm not complaining. As long as I get it done, its good enough in my book. I just finished talking to Amy. We're cool now, but I fear it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106739707116994799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106739707116994799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106739707116994799' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106730062696472642</id><published>2003-10-27T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T19:23:52.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Today was drama-free for the most part. Amy avoided me all day, and there were no confrontations. Kerry and I are fine, so at least everything didn't fall apart. I feel like we picked up right where we left off, which is right where I left her. I think I really do love this girl. I must have been temporarily insane to have broken up with her before. We kissed today, and it was magical. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106730062696472642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106730062696472642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730062696472642' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888229.post-106722405125445464</id><published>2003-10-26T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T22:07:36.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger,Man, I really don't understand girls. You think you know someone and then she turns crazy possessive immature dumb butt on you. I'm really surprised at Amy for acting this way over something so trivial. I thought our friendship was made of stronger stuff than this, but apparently it was paper-thin all along. Kerry was right about one thing, I'm a different person now than I was a year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106722405125445464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3888229/posts/default/106722405125445464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justspace.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106722405125445464' title=''/><author><name>Stephen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04703171497627654633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
