<?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-7450296</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:49.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>squabbar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-115400472587152004</id><published>2006-07-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T05:52:05.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow long time</title><content type='html'>it has been a long time since i posted to this last my sister gets married on saterday only three days from now that is crazy turnd 21 on tuesday  it was dull i ended up playiong cards wityh some of my freinds nothing realy special thay are all yunger than me so it wasn't like i had anyone to go out drinking with. i don't know my life has been preaty dull just trying to get through it realy well that is all a short post see eveyone in another couple of months....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-115400472587152004?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/115400472587152004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=115400472587152004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/115400472587152004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/115400472587152004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow-long-time.html' title='wow long time'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-112978658001650250</id><published>2005-10-19T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:36:20.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smells</title><content type='html'>i just whant to post that  the smell of bone daddy colonge make sme so happy it brings up memories i should never talk about but god do i love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-112978658001650250?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/112978658001650250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=112978658001650250' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112978658001650250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112978658001650250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/10/smells.html' title='smells'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-112899767338112940</id><published>2005-10-10T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:27:53.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help me i am so tired</title><content type='html'>i realy am sick of this my head has not stoped hurting for three count them three days now. i don't know what is happening but i hope it stopes soon. on the up side i only have three days of school this week. thank you jewish people i love your holydays they make me happy. so lets see fouth paper this week due tomarrow. yay i whant to die i hate those fucking papers. well maybe my teachers will go easy on me.  lets hope. i miss everyone and i wish i was at ferdonia then i whould not have school  for the next week or whatever hope you hae fun mike you are so lucky. well off to wirte some more fun times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-112899767338112940?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/112899767338112940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=112899767338112940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112899767338112940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112899767338112940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/10/help-me-i-am-so-tired.html' title='help me i am so tired'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-112814535608120847</id><published>2005-09-30T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:42:36.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love the daily show</title><content type='html'>so on the daily show a couple of nights ago they made a joke because the fucking christain right said that the reason katirna hit new orleans was that they were holding the gay pride days thing there that weekend. so they made a joke aboyut the fact that the freanch quarter is ythe only thing not flooded and how thast is were the gay pride thing was. that is why i love thm and it shows you "if anything god loves gays he hates the gay ajacent." may the daily show live forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-112814535608120847?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/112814535608120847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=112814535608120847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112814535608120847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112814535608120847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-daily-show.html' title='i love the daily show'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-112682243528474080</id><published>2005-09-15T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T15:13:55.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>hi i am tryign to keep this updated but it is not working to well. i am happy at ub nut i miss alot of people from rit. i have joind two groups at ub and have been having alot of with them. i miss you briana you were my favret feg net ever. see you soon hopfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-112682243528474080?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/112682243528474080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=112682243528474080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112682243528474080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112682243528474080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/09/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-112623735558106173</id><published>2005-09-08T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:42:35.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss briana</title><content type='html'>i miss you briana we had fun over the summer. i am glad to hear your b-day was fun and i miss you i whould have taken you out on the town so to speek. well i hope you have a great time in AZ were it is warm and sunny all the time and were you will never have to worrie about your car getting stuck in snow or killing you on your way to school. love you miss you and have fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-112623735558106173?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/112623735558106173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=112623735558106173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112623735558106173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112623735558106173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-miss-briana.html' title='i miss briana'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-112586720553781986</id><published>2005-09-04T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T13:53:25.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out</title><content type='html'>so everyone knows now and i realy don't care. i realy don't htink everyone needed to know but i told them. briana you should be happy. i just wish that i was at rit were i did have at least a few gay freinds. i am so board here. get me the fuck out of here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-112586720553781986?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/112586720553781986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=112586720553781986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112586720553781986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112586720553781986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/09/out.html' title='out'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-112512446845128278</id><published>2005-08-26T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T23:34:28.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i don't do this offten</title><content type='html'>so i am out i have told everyone in the cove group all the people at rit know it is just my family who don't they are the ones that will make a big deal out of it my mom will not talk to me again becasue she beleaves in the romane christan faith that say i am the devals span and will never be loved by god but in truth the bible says that if you juge me for this sin that is of the fleth not the soul then you shal be cast out of hevan so i think it is funny to see all of those sick assholes juge me and fuck there eturnal sould over. lol but still my mom will be pised of and never speak a word to me ever again which is sad. well we will see how this works out i have a year to tell them then it is my sisters weding and i need to eather find a girl to go with me or a guy well we will see what happpens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-112512446845128278?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/112512446845128278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=112512446845128278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112512446845128278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/112512446845128278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-i-dont-do-this-offten.html' title='i know i don&apos;t do this offten'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-111483945341677975</id><published>2005-04-29T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T16:51:47.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dream</title><content type='html'>every night my dreams are similar they show me people and places they take me to were i am needed. i know that most don't see them like me but i know i will never get ride of them. somtimes they hurt me somtimes they make me happy. but every time they scare me. they leave there imprestions in my skin they take there tole on my soul. most veiw me as crazy but i only tell them this is me and they are a part that makes me diffrent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-111483945341677975?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111483945341677975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111483945341677975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111483945341677975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111483945341677975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/04/dream.html' title='dream'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-111405712996559841</id><published>2005-04-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:18:49.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;Life Of A Salesman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What's a dad for dad?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tell me why I'm here dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Whisper in my ear that I'm growing up to be a better man, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everything is fine dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Proud that you are mine dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Cause I know I'm growing up to be a better man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Father I will always be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;That same boy that stood by the sea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And watched you tower over me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now I'm older I wanna be the same as you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What's a dad for dad?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Taught me how to stand, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Took me by the hand and you showed me how to be a bigger man, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Listen when you talk, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Follow where you walk, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And you know that I will always do the best I can&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I can&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Father I will always be (always be)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;That same boy that stood by the sea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And watched you tower over me (over me)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now I'm older I wanna be the same as you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The same as you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Father I will always be&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;That same boy that stood by the sea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;And watched you tower over me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Now I'm older I wanna be the same as you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;(When I am a dad, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I'm gonna be a good dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Do the best you could, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Always understood, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Tell me I was right, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Opened up my eyes, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Glad to call you my, dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;pre style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Thank you for my life, dad)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-111405712996559841?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111405712996559841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111405712996559841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111405712996559841'/><link rel='self' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111353243929274484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111353243929274484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111353243929274484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111353243929274484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/04/door.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-111353138088409045</id><published>2005-04-14T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T19:17:19.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>well i don't know</title><content type='html'>i don't know why but i still feel a little down about my dad. i thinnkk it might be this place and being so far from my group of freinds from home and my family. i am alwways tired and down. i realy can't wait for this week to end. once it is done i will try to feel better. i miss everyone. i finished the redo of my one project in record time i made three multiple exsopure prints (black and white) in the darkroom in under 4 hours i think i am getting better at doging and burning the prints. i am kinda happy about that it is one less thing to think about. well i hope everyone is doing good i miss you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-111353138088409045?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111353138088409045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111353138088409045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111353138088409045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111353138088409045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-i-dont-know.html' title='well i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-111299597854083255</id><published>2005-04-08T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T18:25:09.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i will always miss you</title><content type='html'>so i thought it was the 6th for some reason. i think i was trying to avoid this day. this is it this is the day it happend i was at brians i was almost asleep we were in his room in the attic and his mother came up and woke me up told me to get my stuff my dad was in the hospitali thought nothing of it how could he die i was not in highschool yet iu still had so far to go and so much to learn. i was thinking that he just was havign water in his lungs again and nothing whould happen. my oldest sister sue came and got me we barlly talked in the car i got to kenmore mercie to late. it was to late for goodbyes for i will miss you or please don't go. i wish i had never stayed over at brian. i wish i could have been home for him. we were lead into the waiting room, as we sat there all of my family in this wihte room with sea green chairs. a woman walked in and told us she was sorry. i always whanted to tell her what i thought, that she didn't care that she did this every day multiple times a day and she stoped caring a long time ago. then she offered to let us say goodbye to his corpse. i couldn't i realy couldn't make myself move from that room at that point i couldn't see him dead. throughtout the funneral i couldn't look at the body i couldn't move to it i hurt every time i saw a stranger walk up to the coffin and say somting i felt like i was letting my dad down. i at the same time i felt he had let me down.  now every day i think of him and i think of how i wsh i had more time with him and how i wish i had said goodbye. today is the anaverserie and i can't stop crying i can't belieave it has been another year of my life were i couldn't see him or talk with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-111299597854083255?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111299597854083255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111299597854083255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111299597854083255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111299597854083255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-will-always-miss-you.html' title='i will always miss you'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-111275061745682082</id><published>2005-04-05T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:23:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kill the projects</title><content type='html'>i can'tt ake it to many things i have to do to many art peices due in to short a time. five weeks ten projects between glass drawing and photo i and going crazy no time no life only wish i could spell but i will be happy when it is over. everyone i wish you all a good five weeks i will be dead by the end but i will be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-111275061745682082?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111275061745682082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111275061745682082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111275061745682082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111275061745682082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/04/kill-projects.html' title='kill the projects'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-111238711052748647</id><published>2005-04-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T12:28:56.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is a downer i know</title><content type='html'>evry day seems worse than the last i try to keep it to myself but i know that day is coming it is to hard to think of and i hurts knowing it will be another year i have spent without my father and this si another year of me doing somthing big going to college i know people see it as me wihning and shit like that but those are the ones who havent felt the pain the sence of breathing but not livign off the air. i know the time of year by the smell the light changes it becomes less harsh more like a eternal sunset. the smell of death being used by life is stron last years folige has decaeyd to the point were it is giving life back to the now flowers. this sounds happy in some ways but is it what aboutthe flower you loved last year is it ok to forget that flower in order to love a new flower? i think most of my friends don't know how it feals. kelly in many ways i am jellous of you i know it sounds bad but if you were in my spot youwhould understaind. things were alot diffrent for you they held alot less of the pains i have felt i know that sounds harsh but it hurts to lie and say i don't beleave it.i am ready to take another year but first i must finishthis one the end is always the hardest and i don't know how well i can hide it this year. i know i hide my fealings in order to keep the people around me happy i know it is better for them. the reality of life is sad it is evil and unfair but not everyone whould except this as a truth for me i know it is this is the only thing that allows me to live and therefor it is alliwish to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-111238711052748647?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111238711052748647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111238711052748647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111238711052748647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111238711052748647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-downer-i-know.html' title='this is a downer i know'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-111231490617430809</id><published>2005-03-31T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:22:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>briana is making me update</title><content type='html'>so io guess i need to update more offten briana just told me i had to so i am. lol well this week is almost over thank god, i had to present how to do multiple exsposures in the dark room to the class. i hate speaking in from of a room of people ifthey are older or my pears. so trying to plain things is not fun no one will be home for the event i am rying to plain but be and posible mike. i hope brian and phil decided to join us. well this is it one update down. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-111231490617430809?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/111231490617430809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=111231490617430809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111231490617430809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/111231490617430809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/03/briana-is-making-me-update.html' title='briana is making me update'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110974599076450067</id><published>2005-03-01T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T22:46:30.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why do i sound so bad all the time</title><content type='html'>i ahte this think i always sound down. this is a happy thing i am home i and with my pets and i have freinds who are happy congrates brianna on getting such a hottie. kelly i know you liky bouncie. and everyone who came home last weekend thank you it was fun i loved hanging out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110974599076450067?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110974599076450067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110974599076450067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110974599076450067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110974599076450067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-do-i-sound-so-bad-all-time.html' title='why do i sound so bad all the time'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110612228843127242</id><published>2005-01-19T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T00:11:28.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>the most desterbing thing in the world is here at RIT. you know how every house has its own nosie, that step that creacks or the floor that mones. there is none of that her tonight i walked up and down this floor trying to find some confuert. but every step i took lead me to the worst thought ever. i will never find my home here. i will never feel safe here. i don't know why i feel this way but there is nothing here for me maybe it is because i amsick or because i am alone but this place is were i feel dead. nothing left for me here no one to talk with when i need it i know my freinds say they are there for me but when it is foure in the morning and no one is online i can't call them and wake them i feel alone with no one this is why i always had a pet for the times like this for when i think the thoughts i know i shouldn't when i am alone and no one is there for me. dad i miss you please be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110612228843127242?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110612228843127242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110612228843127242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110612228843127242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110612228843127242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/01/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110586067367501683</id><published>2005-01-15T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T23:31:13.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>still sick</title><content type='html'>i am so sick of it here that i am still sick i can't breath and feel dizzy i got medicin but it makes me feel worse i think i am dieing again. this might be the worst sickness i have ever gotten because i am not home were i feel safe ad confertable. i have class tomarrow and midterms on monday ewwww class on sunday and a test on monday. somone shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110586067367501683?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110586067367501683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110586067367501683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110586067367501683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110586067367501683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/01/still-sick.html' title='still sick'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110568082016314911</id><published>2005-01-13T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T21:33:40.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so sick of it here </title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i am so sick of it here please help me i can't take the life i am living the lies i tell to keep myself aloft here everyone is so fake and i have to be to in order to stop the pain it brings me. help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First they put away the dealers, keep ou kids safe and off the street&lt;br /&gt;Then  they put away the prostitutes, keep married men cloistered at home&lt;br /&gt;Then they  shooed away the bums, then they beat and bashed the queers&lt;br /&gt;Turned away  asylum seekers, fed us suspicions and fears&lt;br /&gt;We didn't raise our voice, we  didn't make a fuss&lt;br /&gt;It's funny there was no one left to notice when they came  for us"&lt;br /&gt;NOFX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110568082016314911?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110568082016314911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110568082016314911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110568082016314911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110568082016314911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-am-so-sick-of-it-here.html' title='i am so sick of it here '/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110548572950061768</id><published>2005-01-11T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T15:35:46.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy</title><content type='html'>so latley i have been thinking about my dad and how much i miss him. i know he is still out there somerwere and in some form. but i don't know if he remembers me or even thinks about it. the other day i was reading a book and remembered when he whould read to me but i couldn't hear him and i was realy desturbed i alwas use to hear his voice and remember how it sounded but i couldn't and still can't i thought of it is difficult to deal with it keeps getting harder every day to remember small details of himand stupid things he whould say. i miss him so much i just whant him back so i can talk with him and hear his dumb jokes just so i can be happy for one last day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110548572950061768?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110548572950061768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110548572950061768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110548572950061768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110548572950061768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2005/01/daddy.html' title='daddy'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110413187927048372</id><published>2004-12-25T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:17:59.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas</title><content type='html'>well this year was the same as last year. i missed my dad relized my mom hates me and i hate living here. this year was diffrent though in some ways my sister karen is not here and she is going to come in after we leave to go camping. that sucks. my mom realy hates me every person in my family got so many gifts and i know it is not about the gifts and it is abouot family and freinds. but well looking at the woping three boxes of presints was not the most fun let me tell you and knowing they were all clothing that i didn't need or want well that is just not fun. everyone in my family got things like bowling balls and tools for my two brothers. cds movies and other things like that for my sisters. and this year was lots of fun i got two shirts that she had bought for me a long time agoe and lost  them she must have found them when she was cleaning and just decided that those could be my gifts. well i know that getting three shirts and a sweter is a good thing i guess. i don't know i just think how could she go shoping buy every other person gifts and not think well maybe gettign somthing for mark whould be nice. i don't know i all i know is that when every other person has at least 15 presints andi have three it was hard to space them out so that every one whouldn't notice. i think they did though but that was ok. i guess my sister really whanted a pass to the aquatic center but i couldn't aford it and i got the things on her list that were less exspencive. so i know she was not to happy this year eather. it just was not the best year  and i know i should be happy to hear everything other people got but it just reminds me that my mom forgot that i exsist i am sure mary beth found the shirts and said mom were are all of marks gifts so my mom ran out and got me a sweater. i just hear everything other people say and feel bad well i hope everyone got what they wanted and i hope everyone had a great christmass i will see you all later love you lots .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110413187927048372?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110307346159868841</id><published>2004-12-14T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:17:41.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love this new teacher</title><content type='html'>WiccaM7: class ewwWiccaM7: hold on this is long but funnyaLiEn14217: ew classaLiEn14217: okWiccaM7: T= teacher  M=meaLiEn14217: okWiccaM7: my slides were up in front of the class and they are very artsy not what she wantedaLiEn14217: okaLiEn14217: keep telling me the storyaLiEn14217: I hafta go thoughaLiEn14217: but I want to hear itaLiEn14217 is away at 7:55:12 PM. WiccaM7: T  well these are intresting        M  ya well we did the asignment with elean (good teacher) and i decided that i whould take some freedoms to try new stuff with the flash     T  well you should have asked me    M  i did and you told me it was ok   T well i thought you were just doing small things     Jodi the ta    I loved the slides   T well no one asked your oppinion   T mark you need to re shoot the pictures  M  well you should listen to yourself. no one asked your oppinion.   T  you better watch yourself   M l;ook you are here for three weeks after thursday you are gone you act like you are the greatest photographer ever you rip apart everyone and you have no right to. &lt;br /&gt;Auto response from aLiEn14217: Christmakkuh Party in 723!!&lt;br /&gt;WiccaM7: T  well i am just giving you creative critisium  M no you are not you are riping everyone apart to make yourself feel better about your crapy work  T  look you better just leave everyone here feels my opinion is worth somthing right class    Class dead silent    T look i only do it to make your work better  M well then tell us what we do good as well as bad   T i do do that  M the last set of slides you had no positive comments.  and now you are telling me to reshoot a four roll project that each rool of film is 10 bucks and then get it developed which is another 20 by thursday. i did the project i used flash i workd hard to make my images diffrent i think i have a right to have you look at them and what i did and give me creative critisisum insted of crap.  T well look i will but i am not happy with you   M ok well that is nothing new i suck at photography acording to you and all the awards i won were just jokes i guess. WiccaM7: T i never said that . M you told me last firday i should stop doing double exsposures becaus i have no clue how to do them.  T well you don't  M screw you .  then i walked out  haha i hate herWiccaM7: i guess she said that i am a bad person to the rest of the class who were lol the hole class after thatWiccaM7: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110307346159868841?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110307346159868841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110307346159868841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110307346159868841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110307346159868841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-love-this-new-teacher.html' title='i love this new teacher'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110289345675384470</id><published>2004-12-12T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T15:17:36.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow i am board</title><content type='html'>i am so tierd of doing nothing but this stupid paper and sitting around i fell like i have nothing to do i hate it here.  well firday was cool marie came and i made her board there was nothing to do wow this is a dull life. last week befor i see human life wow i can't wait well that is not fair there are some cool people here just not as many or as cool as you guys back home. i wish i was like kim and had lots of time durring this breack i only get two weeks and that is jamed packed with events there is no fee time so everyone hastosee me as much as posible when we are home. i only get two weeks so please see me ok ttyl i am so board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110289345675384470?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110289345675384470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110289345675384470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110289345675384470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110289345675384470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow-i-am-board.html' title='wow i am board'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110212684104124490</id><published>2004-12-03T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:20:41.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>so i whent to breanna's game today she is the starting goaly i know her from my photot class. she was amazing but the refs sucked. there was one time when she deflected  the puck and as she was tuning to make sure she knew were the puck was it hit the pole and then bounced off her helmit but she stoped it from going into the net and the ref from down the rink called it a goal. were the two others that were closer to the net didn't call it. WTF! then the girl on the other team whould be punching our girls with her gloves off but not get a call how the fuck dose that work. and of course we get a penialty when one of our girls trys to avoid one of the aRpi girls that had fallen and couldn't stop in time so she fellover the girl. those refs will be having a hard time getting out of the rink tonight there is a veary angry group of people that is waiting for them. but they deserve it what makes you so blind to what is happining in your job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110212684104124490?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110212684104124490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110212684104124490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110212684104124490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110212684104124490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/12/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110205151676279759</id><published>2004-12-02T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T21:25:16.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends.</title><content type='html'>i am sorry for putting some of our friends in strange stituation with the chrissie thing and all. i just whant to say thank you i am glad i have friends who are there for me as much as you have all been. i know i can vent alot and sound like a ass but i am glad you put up with me. please letts always be friends. i do know i am blessed to have the friends i have. thank you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110205151676279759?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110205151676279759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110205151676279759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110205151676279759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110205151676279759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/12/friends.html' title='friends.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110186621168358735</id><published>2004-11-30T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:06:07.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chrissie </title><content type='html'>what i wrote here last night was inaproprate and i should have thought more befor writing those words. i am sorry if i offended anyone. i will try to keep myself in line in the future. i am no longer friends with chrissie and i will be polite to her in the halls but other than that he is not my faverit person anymore. i am sorry if this post was upsetting to you thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110186621168358735?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110186621168358735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110186621168358735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110186621168358735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110186621168358735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/chrissie.html' title='Chrissie '/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110169157678061354</id><published>2004-11-28T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T17:26:16.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at rit</title><content type='html'>well i got back only to find out i am not moving untill they know what is happining with my roomate. he may not be coming back this year and i am verry happy about it. what good news i may not have to move i might just get a new roomate the thing that is anoying is that i have to wait to find out who knows what is going to happen. i can't wait though please god let me get a cool roomate. oh well i am happy i  got to hang out with all of you guys. only three more weeks till i get off again. see you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110169157678061354?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110169157678061354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110169157678061354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110169157678061354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110169157678061354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/back-at-rit.html' title='back at rit'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110029368766478842</id><published>2004-11-12T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:08:07.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tommarow is the concert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I woke up today knowing my last class of the quarter was today it was first year enrichment and I was glad to have it for once. I knew we were doing nothing and I could stay there for the fifty minutes just talking with my friends. After that I went out to lunch with couple of them and we just had fun. Now I only have a final on Thursday but till then I am planning on going to the greatest band ever tomorrow OAR but because am going there I am missing Bob Dillon. That sucks but I love OAR and can stand to not go to bob Dillon tomorrow as long as I get to see them. I have been waiting for this concert for two months and now it has come. Oh tomorrow come sooner please god come sooner. but I am happy I am going to go home for a week then come back for a day than home for another week. It will be cool.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110029368766478842?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110029368766478842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110029368766478842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110029368766478842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110029368766478842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-tommarow-is-concert.html' title='so tommarow is the concert.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110022039048564793</id><published>2004-11-11T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:09:01.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i am moving finaly</title><content type='html'>i get to move into thelounge with ping and charlie on my floor i was going to move into a room by chrissy but don and tyler whanted to move into the room together they are really cool kids so i said let them i don't care i get along with ping and charlie and it workes out fine for me. so now i am moving into the lounge right next door and i will ber with ping who is a realy good artis and charlie who is i don't know what he is just a ok kid not to talkitive but i can manige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110022039048564793?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110022039048564793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110022039048564793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110022039048564793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110022039048564793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-i-am-moving-finaly.html' title='so i am moving finaly'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-110005691726989233</id><published>2004-11-09T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T19:21:57.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am a little better but still pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-110005691726989233?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/110005691726989233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=110005691726989233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110005691726989233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/110005691726989233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-little-better-but-still-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109996933732940567</id><published>2004-11-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T19:02:17.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK GO TO HELL RIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109996933732940567?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109996933732940567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109996933732940567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109996933732940567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109996933732940567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/fuck.html' title='FUCK'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109987491975409725</id><published>2004-11-07T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:48:39.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boardom study study study</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;So all I did today is sit in my room and study it sucked but Marie this joke was the best ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Joke of the day #4:&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Cheney gets a call from his "boss", Bush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"I've got a problem," says Bush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"What's the matter?" asks Cheney.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Well, you told me to keep busy in the Oval Office, so, I got a jigsaw puzzle, but it's too hard. None of the pieces fit together and I can't find any edges."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"What's it a picture of?" asks Cheney.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"A big rooster," replies Bush.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"All right," sighs Cheney, "I'll come over and have a look."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;So he leaves his office and heads over to the Oval Office. Bush points at the jigsaw on his desk.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheney looks at the desk and then turns to Bush and says, "For crying out loud, Georgie - put the corn flakes back in the box."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109987491975409725?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109987491975409725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109987491975409725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109987491975409725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109987491975409725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/boardom-study-study-study.html' title='boardom study study study'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109975650205128821</id><published>2004-11-06T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T07:55:02.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So yesterday Marie came I had so much fun with her and realize it may not be that bad here after all. but then my roommate came home and we got into a fight first he tried to say that I should have told him that I was having a girl over but in all truth she came over and we were out on the campus. Maybe I should have told him but he thought we were having sex which made me mad because for someone to be so ignorant is just retarded. After that he accused me of talking behind his back because I told some of my friends on the floor why I was tired dome days and it had to do with me asking him to turn down the TV and him not really doing so. Then he said "I suggest you not talk behind my back." this was said in a way to intimidate me but in all truth I don't think he could do anything. after the arguing and me telling him why I told those people and explained to him that maybe if he socialized he would have friends to he started talking to himself trying to say shit to make me feel bad or mad at him. So as a result I just turned up my radio and block him out. I hate my roommate and now I am off to report the threat because I will not stand for this shit.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109975650205128821?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109975650205128821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109975650205128821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109975650205128821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109975650205128821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109953533678646602</id><published>2004-11-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:28:56.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow it had bin a bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So a month and due to unforeseen difficulties with my computer and then the untimely demise of my aunt I haven’t been here to post new stuff. So I will start with the computer due to problems with registering windows my computer stopped working. I could not even turn it on right. But thanks to Brian who has fixed my families computers over a hundred times I am sure, it is up and running. So my aunt died two weeks ago not at the best time for me do to something my teachers liked to call second midterms were we get our second teats that counts equally toured our grade. This meant that I was trying to study and greave at the same time; let me tell you that that is not a fun thing to do. and sorry to say the studying fell a little behind but I didn't  do as bad as I though I passed waa and am waiting to see how I did in philosophy. I think I may have passed that one to but I am not sure. After we finally buried my aunt last Saturday I drove home for six hours. when I got home I was tired but didn't feel like sleeping so I read almost my hole book I love the banded and the banished series. on Sunday me and Brian hung out and he fixed my computer if I was in to Brian I would so marry him:P. after that I headed back to RIT were I went to a party that lasted till dawn luckily I only have philosophy and we had off in the morning. So I when to all my other classes and explained that I missed some of last weeks classes due to problems with my aunts death. They were cool with that and I got to leave early from some of them that were cool. But the rest of the week has been normal so far. Except that I got an awesome package from Kim’s family "I wish I was a McCabe" they sent me a nice card and some cool treats thank you Mrs. McCabe and family you guys rock! Kim doesn’t forget we are making sushi when we are off from school. I miss everyone and want to thank thoughs of you that were there for me over the last couple of weeks you all really helped &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109953533678646602?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109953533678646602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109953533678646602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109953533678646602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109953533678646602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/11/wow-it-had-bin-bit.html' title='wow it had bin a bit'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109675327690421059</id><published>2004-10-02T14:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:41:16.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midterms</title><content type='html'>So Monday I have midterms for both philosophy and western art and architected. I hate both of the classes and know I will not be getting a great grad in ether of them. I have now been studying the 80 images for the art class for almost 20 hours command I can't take it any longer. To memorize the artist the location it was made in when it was made and were it cam from for 80 different images is just wrong the teacher must die. He can't teach so he trysts to get us to commit homicide. I now know that I will not be an art historian because I hate the history of art. why can' I just be in high school again were classes were fun and easy, were my friends were always around and not miles away were there went people speeding roomers behind my back and people that judged me for being different. I loved high school I knew the whole class and could talk with them all about almost anything now I am here and fighting to stay afloat in this world of judgment. Somebody come rescue m! I think I might ask my sister to come get me next week. I want to go home! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109675327690421059?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109675327690421059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109675327690421059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109675327690421059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109675327690421059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/10/midterms_02.html' title='midterms'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109675327318915090</id><published>2004-10-02T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T14:41:13.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>midterms</title><content type='html'>So Monday I have midterms for both philosophy and western art and architected. I hate both of the classes and know I will not be getting a great grad in ether of them. I have now been studying the 80 images for the art class for almost 20 hours command I can't take it any longer. To memorize the artist the location it was made in when it was made and were it cam from for 80 different images is just wrong the teacher must die. He can't teach so he trysts to get us to commit homicide. I now know that I will not be an art historian because I hate the history of art. why can' I just be in high school again were classes were fun and easy, were my friends were always around and not miles away were there went people speeding roomers behind my back and people that judged me for being different. I loved high school I knew the whole class and could talk with them all about almost anything now I am here and fighting to stay afloat in this world of judgment. Somebody come rescue m! I think I might ask my sister to come get me next week. I want to go home! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109675327318915090?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109675327318915090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109675327318915090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109675327318915090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109675327318915090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/10/midterms.html' title='midterms'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109633098335215976</id><published>2004-09-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T17:23:03.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i skipped </title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the first time in my life I skipped a class it was western art and architecture I was not feeling so good and I had to process film so I went to the dark rooms instead of class. I know it was bad but I had to I wanted to go to bed and that is why after write this I am off to bed.  But I am in trouble for the first time in the history of the class the professor who is the worst person ever checked attendance. so now I had to write him asking what I should do and made up a lie about how I was in bed and didn't feel good but don't feel good so that is not the lie. I hope his in nice and tells me it will be ok and not to worry seeing as how I have been in every class up to this one. Well we will all see.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109633098335215976?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109633098335215976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109633098335215976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109633098335215976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109633098335215976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-skipped.html' title='i skipped '/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109565618251545291</id><published>2004-09-20T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:56:22.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;This week I had to work two times for a grand total of 14 hours yes that is right I worked 14 hours in two days. I had to cook clean and train people I was only trained a week ago and still got to train people. after Friday when I had the bitch from hell for my fye class I got to go back to the dorm and prepare for my photo lab on Saturday yes I had a lab on Saturday from 10 till 2 but was a half hour late oh what a shame I only had done film processing before so I think that it was a waste of time but at least I got it out of the way now after that I got to go home and celebrate Otis’s b-day loved being home and being able to see my family and animals again I just got to sleep without my roommate playing rap and hip hop I hate the music he plays I use to be able to stained it but now I think I will kill someone if they don't stop mainly my roommate. I got to drive back and I didn't have top say goodbye to a car I have one for a week my sister sue gave me the cavalier for the week because I am going home on Friday and I don't need to have somebody pick me up now. I miss everyone I can't what to see Kelly and Marie next weekend. And now that I am back in the dorm I just spilled fixer so my room smells like fixer for the time wow I hate the vinegar smell.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109565618251545291?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109565618251545291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109565618251545291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109565618251545291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109565618251545291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-week_20.html' title='what a week '/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109565615323995866</id><published>2004-09-19T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T21:55:53.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a week </title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;This week I had to work two times for a grand total of 14 hours yes that is right I worked 14 hours in two days. I had to cook clean and train people I was only trained a week ago and still got to train people. after Friday when I had the bitch from hell for my fye class I got to go back to the dorm and prepare for my photo lab on Saturday yes I had a lab on Saturday from 10 till 2 but was a half hour late oh what a shame I only had done film processing before so I think that it was a waste of time but at least I got it out of the way now after that I got to go home and celebrate Otis’s b-day loved being home and being able to see my family and animals again I just got to sleep without my roommate playing rap and hip hop I hate the music he plays I use to be able to stained it but now I think I will kill someone if they don't stop mainly my roommate. I got to drive back and I didn't have top say goodbye to a car I have one for a week my sister sue gave me the cavalier for the week because I am going home on Friday and I don't need to have somebody pick me up now. I miss everyone I can't what to see Kelly and Marie next weekend. And now that I am back in the dorm I just spilled fixer so my room smells like fixer for the time wow I hate the vinegar smell.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109565615323995866?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109565615323995866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109565615323995866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109565615323995866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109565615323995866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-week.html' title='what a week '/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109460338341047330</id><published>2004-09-07T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:29:43.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day on the job</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today was the first day on the job and I hate it already it was suppose to be an orientation but it turned into a full day of work. Then they let me out late for my first day of photo I maid it on time but that was before I discovered that I had to go to web aid. in order to get lectured about the photo cage were we get our equipment. The man in charge is an exam dude that yelled about how we were all worthless and shouldn't be alive. after that the one good thing of the hole day happened I learned my photo teacher is the dream professor she told us that we have no grades only participation so as long as we attend class and hand in our work we will get a A. thank god well I feel sick and I think I might call it a early night I will try to update this tomorrow. I miss u all and will see you soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109460338341047330?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109460338341047330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109460338341047330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109460338341047330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109460338341047330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-day-on-job.html' title='first day on the job'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109451851627499245</id><published>2004-09-06T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T17:55:16.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so first day of classes</title><content type='html'>So today was the first day of classes and I had 6 and a half hours of them. not to mention it was a holiday this sucks but tomorrow I only have a class at 4:00 and that is it wow but I have top go to a job training thing to show the cafe that I can cook oh well his should be ok at least I wouldn’t be dealing directly with people. I hope that I get this job I really need it and if I don’t get it I have to applied for more of them, that will suck well I am going to try to do something talk to you all later see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109451851627499245?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109451851627499245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109451851627499245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109451851627499245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109451851627499245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-first-day-of-classes.html' title='so first day of classes'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109390412730810208</id><published>2004-08-30T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:15:27.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow it's wow week</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;wow second day here and I am ok I like Chrissies roommate she reminds me of alee ward she is funny there are lots of cool people on my floor I can't remember all ere names but one is Allen the girls across the hall are fun to talk to.  Chrissie is on the north side of our floor and I am on the south but that means nothing it just means we have different RAs my guy is TJ he is ok a little like the Dugler for those of you that have seen undergrads. I think I am going to go see Chrissie see ya all.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109390412730810208?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109390412730810208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109390412730810208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109390412730810208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109390412730810208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/08/wow-its-wow-week.html' title='wow it&apos;s wow week'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109373318623282458</id><published>2004-08-28T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T15:46:26.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so the time has come</title><content type='html'>so time to leave to walk out my house and look to the future i witsh you could follow me to bring the sun with me on the dark road that lies ahead. why do i leave those that have foprmed my mind into the place were i live. i am a rock somone not ment to move i will be out of place in new sorounding and will never feel as safe as whenb i was with my friends you made me who i am and will contiue to build me after we seperate but lets no be to far for to long.  i am a earth element what are you? &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/VampiressSalonica/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20ElementaL/"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/VampiressSalonica/quizzes/%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20%20ElementaL/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss thoughs that left and thoughs i leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109373318623282458?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109373318623282458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109373318623282458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109373318623282458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109373318623282458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-time-has-come.html' title='so the time has come'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109332807034906188</id><published>2004-08-24T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:14:30.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i need songs now last call</title><content type='html'>if you don't get me your song tomarrow it is not going to be on the cd!!&lt;br /&gt;dana i wish you were here i whould really like to talk with you. well your not so i have to deal with thing by myself. we all miss you and wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;mike left no more haning out with him ether. wow everyone is leaving this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;i wish we all could stay together for this year and the next.&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i dyed my hair red i like it it looks good i think.&lt;br /&gt;marie i am glad we are just friend i is so much easer but i wish you whould not act so weird when we are around eachother. i noticed at dinner. well i miss everyone that left and can't what till we all come home for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109332807034906188?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109289813781486754</id><published>2004-08-18T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T23:48:57.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>need songs</title><content type='html'>people i need your song now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well so i have been trying to get stuff done for college and every time i think i am set somthing new comes up this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;karen i still think you are acting wiered but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;well i have been jobless for two days and had to pick my sister up from work both days so i should just be working.&lt;br /&gt;so i get to go and get my hair diyed tomarrow this will be new and fun i don't know what i am going to look like but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;sleep is good i go now&lt;br /&gt;DANA WE ALL MISS AND LOVE YOU:) sorry i missed your call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109289813781486754?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109289813781486754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109289813781486754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109289813781486754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109289813781486754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/08/need-songs.html' title='need songs'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109255426447119222</id><published>2004-08-15T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T00:17:44.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>i have been fealing sick for the past few days so i really have just been tryingto get stuff ready for college. i bought a new dvd burner dvd's hard drive and flash drive wow i spent so much and have so littel left. i maybe nhave 100 after my first trimesteres payment this sucks i have one last day of work and then i have no income i fear that i will go in to debt big time but i just need to get loans it should be ok only 3000 a year and 2000 for books so a $5000 loan. briana i missed your going away sorry i just felt so sick that i could hardly move but after some sleap i whent over to brians for our usual stargate night. i still need to get those programes from him. i will miss everyone when they leave but i know that when our friend come back we will be stronger and better as friends we live feading off of eachother our souls intwined with our mides becoming stromnger we will live forever in our memories. i wish i could take you all with me to rit but at least i have crissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109255426447119222?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109255426447119222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109255426447119222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109255426447119222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109255426447119222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/08/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109232744763363916</id><published>2004-08-12T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T09:17:27.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CANADA </title><content type='html'>how funb was canada i loved seeing all of our freinds together it was so fun i am glad i got off "was happens in canada stays in canada" -kelly good idea wow crazy fun and crazy peeps love you all best friends will live in your heart for countles years when the wold fades around you those memories you created will be the beacon of light to giude you on through the darkest storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109232744763363916?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109232744763363916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109232744763363916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109232744763363916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109232744763363916'/><link rel='alternate' 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sleaping is dumb. marie i missied you the most so this weekend we can hang out maybe i will help you shop for a computor. well well how thinks our friends are nosie i do and those of you involed know too. this is to spite your lies of i whount tell "i know somthing you dont know, i know somthing you don't know nana :)D" well there you go i updated my blog i will see kelly soon and talk to her she will be happy with what i have to tell her i learnd it well me and my sistered whent on our yearly trip to lillydale. and liz i finaly got the song no it wasint to late i pushed the cd back can't what to see you to. good night love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109177197497751259?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109177197497751259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109177197497751259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109177197497751259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109177197497751259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-update.html' title='so update'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-109030779472137222</id><published>2004-07-20T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:28:31.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bin a wile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;So I was thinking about how work sucks but tomorrow am my b-day party with my friends so getting through work was easier. I don't know what is wrong Marie. I have been busy with work and helping my family out. So it seems the only time I have free is after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt; and then we can't do anything anyways I am sorry. I am so tiered of this week and it just started. I can't wait only a week from Wednesday till I go to the beach. I plan on doing nothing for one week. My family is ok but my sister broke my computer case and now I am having trouble getting her to replace it. My brother’s shop got broken into, and I haven't done something artistic in almost a month I just can't find the time. Not to mention I lost my book I am hoping I left it at the beach and my mom finds it tomorrow, When she brings my grandmother to the cottage. I feel like I won’t get back to this for a wile so I am ending on a good note if I can think of one.&amp;nbsp; ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? oh I know all of the animals are in good health and I saw my sisters old roommate who is cool she is a vegan and studding homeopathic medicine and going to do acupuncture next year. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-109030779472137222?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/109030779472137222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=109030779472137222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109030779472137222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/109030779472137222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/bin-wile.html' title='Bin a wile'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108996939418886627</id><published>2004-07-16T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T02:32:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so tonight was boys night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Georgia"&gt;So I went over to Phil’s and we went to Applebee’s that was fun we joked and laughed. After that we went to his house and we played halo I sucked wow the x-box is different to play on the controllers are so different big and two joy sticks. I lost badly! After that I went to Brian's to give him his b-day gift it was only a little late.&amp;nbsp; I and mike were invited to play a game of risk. I should have just said no because some people get to into the game and others are just joking around. Our friends shouldn't play risk it always ends badly. so me and mike were getting tired we just wanted to go to bed so we decided we would help Steve win because he had no clue what he was doing. So Steve, mike and me ganged up on Brian and knocked him out no problems he was a good sport. After that we spent nearly an hour trying to get rid of Luke but he was giving us a hard time. We continued working and I think Luke was getting tired to so he was mad that he was starting to loose. Ok no one likes to loose. And I can understand that he was upset for being ganged up on for an hour but what he said and how he said it pissed me off if he thinks that I and mike ruin risk every time he can go to hell. He also thinks that he has never formed an alliance or that they only form between mike and me. all that I have to say is ok we were wrong for ganging up on you but you didn't have to be a bitch about everything I sorry for ganging up on you but not for getting pissed at how you acted. Steve had no idea what to do we though it was just a game and it would help him learn and just be fun sorry. And I don't usually for alliances with mike so I don't know were you got that from.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108996939418886627?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108996939418886627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108996939418886627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108996939418886627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108996939418886627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/so-tonight-was-boys-night.html' title='so tonight was boys night'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108970906488329439</id><published>2004-07-13T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T01:57:44.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow work almost all day</title><content type='html'>So today I went to work and was there from 4 to 12 OMG it was so bad I almost killed some people. There was one nice table and about a billion bad ones. Jerks with no money and jerks with money I don't know what is worse do I keep it together. I think on the 16 of Aug I will commit murder just to show people to treat your server's and bussers with respect. Well another night of warcraft III I love being able to play with Luke and Brian and being able to have fun after a night of such horrible luck. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108970906488329439?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108970906488329439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108970906488329439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108970906488329439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108970906488329439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/wow-work-almost-all-day.html' title='Wow work almost all day'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108961376665706502</id><published>2004-07-11T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:29:26.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love warcraft III</title><content type='html'>So went to Allegheny then got a sun burn it isn't that bad but it is there. It was fun at Erik b-day party though it was Brain's b-day congratulation you both, 18 wow how fun. After the drive home me and Luke played warcraft III. Wow I am hooked on dota it is so fun. Well I have to go to work, I hate it I can't wait for the 16th of Aug last day and after that I am free. But then I have to go to RIT oh well trade off. Well Brain's b-day party on Tuesday have to remember Erik and Brain's gifts this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108961376665706502?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108961376665706502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108961376665706502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108961376665706502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108961376665706502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-love-warcraft-iii.html' title='I love warcraft III'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108944996017071222</id><published>2004-07-10T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T01:59:20.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>So I did nothing today. Until Dan and christia's party that was fun, we played spud and I had a fun time trying to keep my leg from falling off, it still hurts oh well. I came home watched some TV waiting for Brian to call me and tell me when we were going to play warcraft III but he didn't so I called Luke and asked him if I could be included in the next game and he said yes so I played a little against some stranger then I got to play with Luke, Brian, and rob that was fun the game was longer and more competitive than the ones we played the other day so I had more fun. Kelly I need your help I will talk to you tomorrow at Phil's party I still need directions so if anybody has some I would like a copy thanks. So now I am watching lost in translation for about the fifty billionth time I love this movie I had to replace the one I lent to Mrs. Wallace though it doesn't matter the movie is worth it. Going to bead after this who cares if it is going to be 6 in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108944996017071222?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108944996017071222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108944996017071222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108944996017071222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108944996017071222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108935196646570723</id><published>2004-07-08T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T22:46:06.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow new monitor and sound card</title><content type='html'>I finally got a monitor that shows red but the sound card won’t work I hate this I want sound help. Movie was great though go see Michael moors new movie it is funny sad and informative loved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108935196646570723?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108935196646570723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108935196646570723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108935196646570723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108935196646570723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/wow-new-monitor-and-sound-card.html' title='wow new monitor and sound card'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108926430404740669</id><published>2004-07-07T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T22:25:19.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work and movie.</title><content type='html'>So today I went to work. Wow oh so great NOT. but after work I went over to Kelly’s we watched American pie 2 it was good after that Phil’s car died and I had to jump it we had to what a wile but it finally was fixed. So I went home tomorrow Kelly told me that we could all go and see Fahrenheit 9/11 I can't what. I hope she calls. Marie I will miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108926430404740669?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108926430404740669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108926430404740669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108926430404740669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108926430404740669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/work-and-movie.html' title='work and movie.'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108918041124126825</id><published>2004-07-06T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T23:06:55.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>marie i love you!</title><content type='html'>Today I did nothing all day I was stuck at home and all my friends ditched me I stayed home until about 9:45 and went to get my sister from work. after that I tried to get people together but nobody wanted to do anything so I asked Marie to at least go and rent a video with me and she did we watched the butterfly effect and then I drove her home the sky’s were weird. On the way home I thought I saw me dad I miss him still I played it off as a trick of the weather and went home. Why did he have to leave me I miss him so much all I can think of now is way and were is he now? Dad I love you wherever you are now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108918041124126825?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108918041124126825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108918041124126825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108918041124126825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108918041124126825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/marie-i-love-you.html' title='marie i love you!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108909250099820497</id><published>2004-07-05T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T22:44:39.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work gross</title><content type='html'>so nothing big I went to work today that was about it but after work I got to meat up with a few friends but not to many and not for a long period of time I wish I could have gone to the zoo with everyone else. Brian stop pestering the gorillas or moneys according to you. Ha ha justly joking love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108909250099820497?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108909250099820497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108909250099820497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108909250099820497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108909250099820497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/work-gross.html' title='work gross'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108900445215012675</id><published>2004-07-04T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T22:16:45.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4th sucked but Marie I love you</title><content type='html'>I was at the beach this weekend I hate my relatives for reasons I will not mention. I feel alone every time I have to go to one of these family gatherings and this weekend was no different. I missed by friends and I missed Marie and Karen I would like to talk to you soon I know your on a trip but call me when you get back. Brianna I don't mention you because I hate you!  You know that. Well I and Marie went to see the notebook wow it is a sweet movie I recommend it to couples otherwise you may feel sad and alone. Well I am tired I will go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Brianna I don't hate you. I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108900445215012675?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108900445215012675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108900445215012675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108900445215012675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108900445215012675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/4th-sucked-but-marie-i-love-you.html' title='The 4th sucked but Marie I love you'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108883103836667452</id><published>2004-07-02T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:04:04.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow movie and cards again!</title><content type='html'>Today was bad I did nothing all day the fam was getting on my nerves and I had to escape. I texed everyone but only Luke called me thank god I went out with him mia Kelly Brain and mike to see doge ball. it was a funny movie allot of groin shots though but still comical. after that I Kelly Luke and Brian along with mia played card s mia had to go but after Luke came back we finished a good game of spades. I and Brian won yet again but this time Kelly and Luke were not in the negatives. I love my friends. They save me from my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108883103836667452?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108883103836667452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108883103836667452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108883103836667452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108883103836667452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/wow-movie-and-cards-again.html' title='wow movie and cards again!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108874817110671749</id><published>2004-07-01T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:02:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIM... scatagories...</title><content type='html'>KIM you are Cute but yet you are more then Cute I need to make up a work you it. Hmmmmm well I guess Kim is the best word for it you are so Kim. Kim if any person tries to say you are anything but cute or Kim I will come and correct there point of view until you are the cutest thing they see. Christina I am sorry that I didn't mention you I didn't mean to leave you out you are so sweet. Liz and Phil sitting in a tree K I S S I N G. ha ha Liz I wish you and Phil the best, love you both. So movie night tonight failed but we got to play scatagories. I kicked butt 72 to what 50 something oh I rule. I love my friends. Dyslectics unite. (Rev) Karen I need to talk to you I miss you allot when are you coming home? Call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108874817110671749?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108874817110671749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108874817110671749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108874817110671749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108874817110671749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/07/kim-scatagories.html' title='KIM... scatagories...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108866065057809654</id><published>2004-06-30T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T22:44:17.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie night II</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was nice to Liz I didn't poke her or anything. We watched the meaning of life. How cute is Phil and Liz they look like the perfect match. They were so cute together on the coach. Work today was horrible I can't stand working with people anymore. Liz you are my friends and Kelly you are a good friends too. Dan O and Dan B you are just the sexiest men alive. Brian is you still mad at me? Marie I love you! Phil sage that beast well you still can. Kim YOU’RE SO CUTE!!!!!!!! Love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108866065057809654?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108866065057809654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108866065057809654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108866065057809654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108866065057809654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/06/movie-night-ii.html' title='movie night II'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108857048781810083</id><published>2004-06-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T21:41:33.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie</title><content type='html'>today I watched a movie with some friends we had fun I got lost though I had to pick up Mary Beth my younger sister from WORK "BARRF" I hate work I have to go tomorrow I wish I didn't I can't what to get a job I really like doing. At least I get good money for bussing. Liz I forgot to talk to you. Sorry! I went to KT's grandfather’s wake to console her today. It was sad every time I walk in a funeral home my hart beats faster and it is hard to catch my breath. I feel sorry about the people that lost there loved ones but it is hard for me to forget my father. To all my friends sleep tight I love you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108857048781810083?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108857048781810083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108857048781810083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108857048781810083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108857048781810083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/06/movie.html' title='movie'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108848972103009968</id><published>2004-06-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T23:15:24.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>card and fun</title><content type='html'>So today I had to go to work at the left bank there were three tables that just wouldn't leave they sat at the tables for almost an hour after they finished. after that I went home and changed through some more comfortable close on and went to buffalo wild wings were I met up with the gang I played some pool with Phil and then went to his house were some of us played cards me and Liz continued to joke and Brian got caught in the cross airs sorry for some reason he was kind of pissed at me after the card games when we were walking out. He said that I have to cool it down I don't know I will talk to Liz tomorrow to see how she feels. Maybe Brian is right but I don't think so I think Liz knows that I just kid because I love. She is one of my best friends, like Kelly. Brian I am sorry if I did something to you that mad you mad at me but I am sure I was just joking and fooling around I had a hard time at work again. I can't weight for it to be over with.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108848972103009968?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108848972103009968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108848972103009968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108848972103009968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108848972103009968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/06/card-and-fun.html' title='card and fun'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108839813955394650</id><published>2004-06-27T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:13:49.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fin</title><content type='html'>The day was fun I am glad to be home were I can sleep and relax. We graduated and I had six count them six parties to go to. There was Eric we staid there for about one hour, it was fun but the slowest of the six we were just a couple of with lots of adults. We went to Kim’s after that and it was cool we were there and had some fun. We talked and put pin wheals in brains hair. after that we went to Chelcies there was lot more food and we got laid not that way you all have dirty mind we got lah-heys I think that is how you spell that but it was fun from there we went to mikes (directly across the street) we played phoosball and I won with Marie and Brian, me and Brian played 4 games we won two and lost two Bostaph we want a rematch. After that we left and went all the way down the street to Kelly’s here we tested the elasticity of balloons and our friends nerves girls are so easy to annoy. We left there and went to Naomi’s here we got laid some more and Brian got umbrellas for his hair. we got lots of good food there but poor Phil I love you Ange kind of was a little mean she bring her new boyfriend who is 23 to the parties and no matter how hard Phil tried he couldn't get away  Phil will you marry me I just love you so much. After that we went to Kim’s again we had fun we hung out and joked around. Liz anytime any were can you hears this what if I turned the volume up. Ha ha you know I love you right I just joke love you lots. Kelly I am still waiting to talk I texed you but you didn’t respond where are you? Well I am going to bed good night. Dan B and Dan O I want you I need you lets have a three way. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Game of cards) kiss kiss.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108839813955394650?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108839813955394650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108839813955394650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108839813955394650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108839813955394650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/06/fin.html' title='fin'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7450296.post-108831475719527261</id><published>2004-06-26T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T22:39:57.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Today I graduate with all of my friends after this we are no longer kid but adults we head out to our futures serrate but still linked by the thoughts and memories we have forged together. All that I know is what they have taught me and what I will cherish like tomorrow is nonexistent. Thank you all and let’s make the most of this summer :)&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7450296-108831475719527261?l=squabbar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/feeds/108831475719527261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7450296&amp;postID=108831475719527261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108831475719527261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7450296/posts/default/108831475719527261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://squabbar.blogspot.com/2004/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11456153483704281484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
