<?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-3926214</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:11:44.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a dry 'wet dream'</title><subtitle type='html'>chRis.18.college.boring.sports.&lt;br&gt;uninterested.music.movies.short&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

this is just a little thing i &lt;br&gt; do because i'm bored and have&lt;br&gt;nothing better to do...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>71</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-106481151993683876</id><published>2003-09-28T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:58:39.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well since i'm already here i might as well type a little. originally i thought i would update that 'confidant' thing but it's not really resolved. my need to talk has dissipated with the transformation of my old calculus notebook into a paper journal. so that helped my peace of mind, to take it out on paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought i would say something about how beat up i am. bruises, sprains, strains, jammed fingers, i've got everything except a broken bone (and who is to say one isn't?) i get 'em from playing sports and various other "rough-house" activities.. heh i sound like a mom. anyhow the key one that is holding me back is my -ahem- groin strain. i did that one in a flag football game for intramural sports. let me tell you something, that thing doesn't heal quickly. it's been nearly a week and running is difficult. walking isn't bad anymore but when i have to stretch the muscle, it tightens up and hurts a wee bit. another ouchie is my shoulder which happened because of playing too much racquetball. so i quit that for a week and it was fine, but after playing two days, it's a little sore. the last of my major concerns is my jammed fingers which also happened in football. but i'm used to not having full function of my hands/fingers because like the jackass that i am, i'm constantly having bruised knuckles from punching solid things that (as i find out) are harder than my fist. silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the main thing on my agenda at the moment is getting back to trying to be more healthy. last winter/spring, i went balls out and ate less, exercised religiously, and dropped 30 lbs. then this summer i lived at home and continued exercising and watching what i eat to an extent. then when i headed back to school i put on about 15 in about 2 weeks which sucked. as it stands now, i'm about 6-7 over the weight i want to be. but after i get down to that weight, i'm going to add about 10 pounds of muscle (or at least try to). i hope i'm up for the task, it'll be hard to get away from all of the microwave food and other things that are poisoning me. also the fact that i'm not giving up drinking beer means i have to work really hard, above and beyond the past. first step: eating less fatty foods and eating less period. this combined with increased athletic activity should drop those 7 lbs in a 3 week time frame...if i'm lucky. then on to harder, heavier trips to the weight room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-106481151993683876?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/106481151993683876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/106481151993683876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106481151993683876' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-106453598082297764</id><published>2003-09-25T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T19:26:20.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, i'm really conflicted right now. i've been for a while. what i need is a close friend that i can talk to shit about. i can do that with a select few, but right now isn't the time to look to them. i'm thinking of raising one of my friends to the trustworthy status. someone i can talk to when i'm feeling something or aren't feeling something. but who? there's plenty of candidates who qualify, but i don't really wanna place any high level of trust on them. then there's the ones who would easily be the choice but they're the people that i need advice about. i can't ask someone to listen to problems that involve that person. aye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you confidant? where?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-106453598082297764?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/106453598082297764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/106453598082297764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106453598082297764' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-106323961913660481</id><published>2003-09-10T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T19:20:19.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy everything, this thing is still alive?  awesomeness.  So where do I begin?  It's now September and my last post was the end of April.  I have been keeping up with my livejournal somewhat, an update here or there.  I don't really know why I stopped doing this, I guess because I didn't care and nobody else did either.  What's new you ask?  Oh you didn't ask, well screw you dude I'm gonna tell you anyway.  School started again, I'm a student again and this year is mucho grande better than last because I know more people and that makes it a lot easier.  Another thing is that I'm currently rushing.  I'm not really even sure why I'll be joining a fraternity, but it looks like it's going to be an experience.  This whole week has been an informative-type thing where we get to know all of the frats and this Saturday is when we officially pick which one.  We lucked out because through a friend we met a member of the ATOs and hung out with all of them and got to know them well.  So even before we met the others, we had spent quite a while with them.  My roommate works with the president of another frat, so we're giving them a fair look also but basically it's already kinda decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I've just been living it up this past month since moving back to the huge metroplex of inmates...Huntsville.  Me and my roommate Blake are good hosts, we like having people over to our casa.  I think the first two weeks here we had a party nearly every day which kinda wore me out, but was fun.  My birthday party was a few weeks after moving up here and was sooooo awesome.  We rocked the friggin' house that night, man it was fun.  I used the excuse that it was my birthday all night, mainly to do stupid things.  "Chris where's your shirt?"..."It's my birthday!" heh yeah we like to have people over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have two options from here. I can start doing this regularly again.  Orrrrrrrrrrrr I can take another 4 and half months off and have some post like this.  Eh who knows?  But something funny is my guestbook.  People who come across my site doing google searches for random stuff and get me actually signed my little book.  It's funny, tee hee.  Okay, this is enough I really need to go lay on the couch now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-106323961913660481?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/106323961913660481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/106323961913660481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106323961913660481' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-93445613</id><published>2003-04-28T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T23:32:43.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't really been up to much, just chillin' like i should. watching seinfeld right now...frickin awesomeness. that's the only way to describe it. simpsons also kick serious ass. tv is -thumbs up- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's looking more and more like i'm gonna do something with law or criminality. i think it would be cool to do something with the government, FBI...CIA...ATF...any of the above, you get it. it might mean i'd have to work my way up and have to move around. i wouldn't mind living somewhere else in the country, to see a more diverse area, etc. plus it's really interesting. i think deep down i would like to be a sports journalist or commentator, though. but to do that you have to know people and probably have a BFA in journalism. i'm happy without taking tons of writing and journalism classes, thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else i've been thinking about was my personality. i should really grow the hell up. i'm mature, don't get it confused, but i'm still really shy and quiet in unfamiliar surroundings. when i'm around people i know, i'm fine but in public situations i tend to keep my voice unheard. this also translates over to the interaction with women. i'm sooooo one of "those guys". it's sad, but honestly i'm not too worried about a girlfriend. some day i shall grow up...hopefully soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-93445613?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/93445613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/93445613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93445613' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-93333681</id><published>2003-04-27T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T02:10:30.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>movies rule all. come on, without movies the world would suck. you've got all different types of genres and ones that overlap for those iffy folks. the one thing i don't think is right is the big ticket actors getting paid so much and the writers NOT collecting $20M checks. wtf is that? &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; do the writing and do all the hard work, whereas the actor/actress brings it to life. granted that isn't a walk in the park, it's still not nearly as hard as writing a screenplay good enough to get picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ad for the matrix sequel was just on.. i thought the first was good, but i haven't looked forward to this like the others have. i guess it's 'cause i'm not so big on sci-fi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to blockbuster and got two 80s semi-classics that i've been wanting to see for a while but never had. rainman and bull durham. awesomeness indeed. dustin hoffman in rainman deserved the oscar for best actor..i swear he did a bang-up job with that. i also wanted to punch the living crap outta him as a result of the annoying factor. sorta like vince vaughn in made. i knew he was just being that character and did a great job of it, but damn i couldn't stand it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nfl draft was today.. whats the deal with everyone revealing who they're picking before the draft? where's the friggin surprise factor now jackasses? thanks a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is anyone in college worried about what to do after they get that diploma? man just the thought of it scares the bejeezus outta me. there's always grad school, but then what after that? school ends one day...eep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tall people piss me off.. they're just so tall and stuff. also, people who have good genes and are naturally athletically inclined. the rest of us have to work to get to your level... -giving finger-  you suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and people who are "outgoing"...damn them for having the shy character trait skip them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-93333681?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/93333681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/93333681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93333681' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-91639202</id><published>2003-03-30T00:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T00:43:11.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seen that Miller Lite commercial where these two guys are insulting eachother's mommas and then the third guy makes a little crack and nobody laughs...then it flashes to him at the bar with two other dudes with him telling 'em it's all about timing? Something about that gets me laughing. It's honestly not very funny, but I guess I have some subconscious experience in that (either having wrong timing or laughing at those that do). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer my mom watched someone's cat for a while since the owner's couldn't have cats where they were, etc. and she talked to them today. yada yada yada, they call it KB and my mom is in the dark about the hidden meaning of it. she doesn't know that it's a slang term for bud, weed, smoke, mary jane, pot, marijuana, wacky tobacky, herb (you get the point)... that made me laugh too. her example was... "KB, as in Kay-Bee Toys"...yeah mom that's the ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the HS baseball game against a school we hate. They hate us too. I went because I knew they would be pissed since we beat 'em last year (in 9 innings) on their field where they rarely lose. Sure they went deep in the play-offs and we didn't make it, but we had bragging rights even though they took a game on our turf. Their egos were bruised for the year, and we revelled in the fact that their cockiness was subdued. Anyhow, the game wasn't too interesting, and this is coming from a HARDCORE baseball fan. It might've been the cold-ass weather too. We lost. But in '02 we were big underdogs, played our hearts out, took it to 9, and left them bitter as hell...&lt;b&gt;in their house&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't get into anything further about last year's season, it was terrible. Such a waste of talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I will touch on is how I would love to be a sports journalist/columnist/announcer. That business is really hard to get into, really hard. The first thing I'd have to do is get a journalism or radio/tv major and that's not happening. Writing to the people + sports + me = lucrative future...sadly won't be happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show on MTV, Punk'd, is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I wanna go to Europe, not as a tourist, but I do wanna see a lot of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep are funny to watch. The way they follow eachother and travel in groups. (sheep = &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt;high school kiddos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-91639202?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/91639202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/91639202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91639202' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-91398189</id><published>2003-03-26T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T01:16:59.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrrumble I hate CIV3, it's such an addictive game. I got it a long while back and played it a ton, then decided I'd better quit because it was taking up WAAAAY too much of my time. When I bought this new computer and moved my files over, I thought about not even transferring it because I knew of it's heroin-like addiction. I did anyway and some 5 months later I fell into the trap again...but even deeper. I've completely neglected the internet, PS2, watching DVDs, and reading. When I'm awake and not busy at home I'm playing CIV. It's sad, but I'm quickly getting over it because it's pissing me off...(a 6/10 infantry of (4/4) defeating a 6/8 army of (14/14) without a dent? hmmph, I think not mr. computer game) &lt;/nerdspeak&gt;  Another thing I don't get it how I can play this strategy game and love it but those other games don't even interest me... I guess I'm selective in my nerd-itity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I haven't completely forgot about this, I've tried to update but the damn thing errored and lost my whole post. (Note to self: copy it into a notepad before) School is fine, same old ya know? I got groceries yesterday, intersting eh? What was was the fact that I got a few different items than usual, such as these Quaker Oats granola things which are reeeeal good. I also bought fruit(!?) which was weird, I was walking through the produce section slowly, like an amateur should. I didn't get anything outrageous, just apples and orange...oh come on I've gotta start somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.anred.com/defslesser.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; page. I was curious as to the true definition of anorexia nervosa, and came across it, which is a page of lesser-known eating disorders. One is where the person has no desire to eat food, rather they prefer dirt, chalk, etc...teedle hee funny. I was looking for the official definition because I thought I could be classified as it, but &lt;b&gt;NO NO&lt;/b&gt;...far from. I just watch what I eat, and sometimes it gets out of hand. Like I'll think, "hmm I won't eat this because it's loaded with carbs and most likely won't burn off" or "I'll eat this before working out since it's high in protein"..stuff like that. It's not out of control, but I think about calories, grams of fat, carbs, sugar (so bad for you...but so good), and my metabolism a lot. Pretty much every time I eat... but I'll still eat fatty things and snacks if I feel like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of health stuff, I feel weird getting on the scale in the weight room. I work out every day and weigh myself every day, but it still seems odd...a guy weighing himself?! Eh whatever, I'm way down in weight compared to when I was living at home in HS, like 30 lbs. That's what that Texas home cooking does to you. What's sad is that I knew I was a thick kiddo, but I figured it wasn't a big deal because of my genes and heredity and what-not. Plus I figured that because of those things it was impossible to get down to an acceptable weight, but whaddya know? Starting with watching what you eat (the biggest factor by far), add in some vitamins, throw in daily exercise, and round it out with a positive attitude...it works. I still feel like I could/should do more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to get off on a tangent there, it just kinda happened. Originally this was gonna be a short 3 paragraph or so entry, but meh deal with it. Also worth noting: my hair is getting kinda long and I'll see how it works out, I finally got a new hat (actually 2) which means I'll only wear my stinky hat when I'll sweat, my first intramural softball game is Thursday @ 6, baseball season is here (I'm sooooooo amped), I've listened to Linkin Park's Meteora quite a bit today (it's pretty good, better than I expected...but how the hell are you supposed to follow up Hybrid Theory? really though, wow), and finally....I've been watching a lot of CNN lately 'cause it's cool like that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-91398189?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/91398189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/91398189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91398189' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-90837564</id><published>2003-03-16T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-16T22:55:55.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been trying to update this for a while, but got errors every time. Is there anything greater than fantasy baseball? Man it's the best thing ever...ever I say! Today is Selection Sunday, which means the brackets for the March Madness NCAA tournament were announced...mayhem ensues. I'm not too big on college basketball, but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My official spring break starts tomorrow, but it basically started thursday after my classes were over. I'm treating it like one huge weekend. Know what I like to do on weekends? Sit on my assssssssssssssssssss like I'm a government fat cat who has nothing better to do... what? I don't? Thanks for clearing that up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry...I'm gonna go eat. Probably something unhealthy too, meh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial for X-Men 2 is on... it looks like 1... which I never saw.. cause it looks like it sucks....sucks major assssssssssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-90837564?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/90837564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/90837564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90837564' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-90162454</id><published>2003-03-05T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T00:46:28.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so the entry that got lost... i'll use bullets to sum it up (or what i remember).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been chillin' like a young brotha should&lt;br /&gt;- had a paper in gov't&lt;br /&gt;- made me read, now i find i can actually sit and read novels&lt;br /&gt;- finished one yesterday, it was pretty good &lt;br /&gt;- i'm spending a lot less time on the internet recently&lt;br /&gt;- i guess i got bored with it&lt;br /&gt;- been watching a lot of movies&lt;br /&gt;- BASEketball, the jackal, high crimes, south park: bigger longer and uncut, and truth or consequences NM &lt;br /&gt;- i like movies&lt;br /&gt;- big up to &lt;a href="http://nwon8dogg.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;N8&lt;/a&gt; for winning elimination&lt;br /&gt;- check out his &lt;a href="http://nwon8dogg.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://nwon8dogg.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;news site&lt;/a&gt; (which i'll do participating in a lot more soon, it's hardcore i'm tellin' ya)&lt;br /&gt;- i got my link taken down from &lt;a href="http://purplenurple.blogspot.com"&gt;Lindsey's&lt;/a&gt; site (sad face)&lt;br /&gt;- i don't blame her though, i don't update for poo&lt;br /&gt;- oh and she changed the look.. go see see&lt;br /&gt;- kazaa won't let me connect through the school dial-up proxy.. grrr&lt;br /&gt;- i wanna download Linkin Park's new stuff ASAP, but it's not quite out yet. &lt;br /&gt;- their new song sounds good, and if it's 3/4 as good as hybrid theory, i'll enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;- new cd is called meteora, out 3/25 or so&lt;br /&gt;- i'm wearing carmex right now...it's yum&lt;br /&gt;- skittles are addictive too.. i can't stop the madness...they're so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so most of that wasn't in the original, but i can't remember what was. oh yeah, i just remembered this.. i had a little hydrochloric acid on my hand in lab today, and was told to wash it quick..hehe but it didn't burn like i thought it would.. hmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-90162454?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/90162454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/90162454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90162454' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-90036084</id><published>2003-03-03T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T00:26:04.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh this is WHACKKKKKKKKKKKK... I had a long entry and it got pooped on. maybe i'll get around to redoing it. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-90036084?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/90036084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/90036084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90036084' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-89582088</id><published>2003-02-22T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T22:31:34.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;...as a doornail?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, basically.. I've pretty much quit doing this thing, not because I'm a jerk, but I've rather grown tired of the internet as a whole. I get online because I'm bored, and while I'm here, it's not much better. I need to get a wider base of sites to go to...normally I'll just click the drag-down thing on IE with my recent visited and go to those. They've grown to all look like one another...I need new places to go to, but don't worry I'll still continue to visit and terrorize the comment section of my oldies. Bah I don't even do that now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebay sucks... hardcore-like. Have you seen their TV spots, they're tres lame. Singing, dancing, and other stupid sales pitches which are unnecessary. The second part of my 'IT SUCKS' beef is that they have so much crap. It's like an endless cycle whenever I log on and start searching, (whispers) I can't get out.. ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta love this global warming eh? It's February, supposedly winter, and I grilled on the front porch. By the way, self-igniting coals my ass! I couldn't find any lighter fluid, so I just poured some rubbing alcohol...flame = bigggggggg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to the gym, I see these dudes with their veins bulging from their arms... that's my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASEketball is a bad-ass movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I almost forgot.. I'm a pussy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-89582088?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/89582088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/89582088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89582088' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-89289491</id><published>2003-02-18T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T00:15:14.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bloody Mary was Hardcore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend came and went in a snap as always, but it seems like the weekdays fly by as well. It's really crazy, check this out: time seems like it's going slow during the day because I don't really do much, but on a day-to-day basis, it feels like it was just December last week. I doubt that made any sense to anyone who doesn't share a brain with me. But in short, time goes by slow as it's happening, but in the big picture it flies by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another complication is that I have very little to do, and somehow it doesn't get done because I don't have the time?! Studying, for example, is a priority of mine but doesn't happen---at all. Another is writing &lt;a href="http://elimination-online.com"&gt;e-o&lt;/a&gt; reports for &lt;a href="http://n8itude.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;n8itude&lt;/a&gt;. I try to keep up, but it seems like it's been a week since I wrote one. This week's e-o challenge is gonna be good so do yourself a favor and lookie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr...if anyone from any forums I post at read this, I'm sorry I haven't kept up properly, I'm trying. What am I saying? Nobody reads this, but hey I kinda like it, there's no pressure to be entertaining on any level. :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://badinagoodway.com"&gt;FUBAR&lt;/a&gt; is up and functioning again after 2 months off. I told myself that I wasn't going to visit it if it came back up because there really wasn't anything extra special about the site in comparison to everyone else's site. It's not a knock on anyone I'm just saying that most sites with a blog all run together in my brain. Whatever, the forums are entertaining because there's a lot of posting. Including a thread about the forming of a boy band of which I'll be the seedy manager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-89289491?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/89289491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/89289491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89289491' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-89077177</id><published>2003-02-14T00:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T00:17:42.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ay Caramba!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is my problem? I haven't updated this thing in a long time. As for what I've been doing, it's basically been school and laziness. Teedle Hee. Umm, about school: I'm gonna be dropping computer science and changing my major to...?!  Technically I haven't done it yet but soon, grasshopper, soon. But on a more positive note, I've been excelling with my laziness. If I were given grades for that, lemme tell ya, I'd have a 4.0. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I was in Wal-Mart and was looking at the protein bars and came across the diet supplements/energy pills. I've seen tons of commercials for Stacker 2, so I figured I would give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bodybuilding-supplements-for-you.com/images/stacker/stacker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard the health risks of Ephedra, a key ingredient? It's caused some problems in people, and it's now a banned substance in the NFL. But I figured it won't hurt me so I chose the original version over the Ephedra-free. Anyway, the first time I took it, I went mad crazy. It gave me such a rush, I honestly felt like I had taken an illegal stimulant (but I don't know what that actually feels like). Today I took it after breakfast and wasn't hungry all day. Normally the first thing I do when I get done with class is eat lunch, but I had no desire. And it definitely delivered on the promise that you'll lose weight. I've dropped 4 lbs in 2 days which scares the living crap out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In online news, I joined &lt;a href="http://www.facethejury.com"&gt;ftj&lt;/a&gt; a while back.. my name is tarantino. I like the forums, they're fun fun entertainment, but the things I don't like are a) people stealing other's pics (wtf?!) and b) how people care so much about their ratings. I've been rated 42 times and my avg score is a 5.8 which is about what I would give myself. Also online, &lt;a href="http://n8itude.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;n8itude&lt;/a&gt; is getting more exposure and flourishing nicely. My partcipation has lacked a little, but I'm looking to get more involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&gt; &lt;a href="http://n8itude.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;n8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://n8itude.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;n8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://n8itude.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;n8&lt;/a&gt; &lt;--- go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been falling behind on the boards at which I post, including &lt;a href="http://cgi.unyielding.org/boards/index.php"&gt;Reload&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chicgeek.org/forum//index.php"&gt;chicgeek&lt;/a&gt; (hit reload when it comes up blank), and the previously-mentioned ftj. &lt;a href="http://boppy.livejournal.com"&gt;Karen's&lt;/a&gt; forum has been shut down. *moment of silence*  &lt;a href="http://elimination-online.com"&gt;Elimination&lt;/a&gt; has 3 weeks left and things are getting interesting.. czech it out. And lastly, if you're bored, visit my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://self-loathing.net"&gt;Linds&lt;/a&gt; is unbelievably talented. Seriously check out her new layout, I envy her skill, plus she has a SOCK CAM! Plus (from what I know) she's good people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Our school's b-ball team is going to be on Fox Sports Net (Southwest) this Monday at 7. They're pretty good, and I'm gonna see if some people wanna get together and paint SHSU on our chests. *imagining the possibilities* ooooooh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-89077177?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/89077177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/89077177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89077177' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-88746043</id><published>2003-02-08T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T00:29:34.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hoe&lt;/strike&gt; Woe is Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, no significance to that title, just felt like weirding it up a little. Hmm, I still don't know what I'm gonna do with this, I'm thinking just putting up a brb post, but that would be rather shitty. I can't really decide anything but I have a feeling like I should just shut up and continue doing my thing. On the other hand I could just stick to lj, forums, guestbooks, and comment pages because that's about the extent of what people wanna hear from me :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the input on the taggy board, it was appreciated. I do want to note that this isn't a plea for attention...don't feel compelled to lie to me, you don't owe me anything. To anyone who has a site that I regularly visit, keep up the good work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-88746043?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88746043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88746043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88746043' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-88460185</id><published>2003-02-03T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T18:27:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had a thought. Why do I still have this? It really doesn't serve a purpose, I don't really get enjoyment out of it, and the (few) people who come here damn sure don't enjoy it. (I don't even visit my own site) So after a few more entries, I might decide to go on a break from this and stick to just my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;. One day when I learn webmastering, I'll buy a domain and all that jazz, but for now I'm better suited here. The only thing is a lack of content and anything resembling interesting blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Columbia thing was rather tragic huh? I stayed at a friend's after his party the night before and didn't hear about it until someone got a call telling 'em about it. I still don't know all of the details and intricacies, but a staggering fact I've heard is that debris has been found in 33 counties in 2 states. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sports news, high school phenom LeBron James, the undisputed first pick of the 2003 NBA Draft has lost amateur status and cannot play in any of his school's remaining games. The people who ruled that said that 2 throwback jerseys that were given to him by a merchant broke the legal rules of eligibility. This comes on the heels of an investigation of a $55,000 Hummer his mom bought him for his 18th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think I'm developing an affinity for movies because I keep buying DVDs with no end in sight. My most recent purchase was Dogma which was great, and had a second disc of bonus material. I'm a whore for deleted scenes, alternate endings, and supplemental special features, what can I say? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph Wiggum: (after being pepper-sprayed) "Even my boogers taste spicy."  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-88460185?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88460185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88460185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88460185' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-88301626</id><published>2003-01-30T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T00:34:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here and there's a commercial on TV about the Houston Auto Show that's going on and they're talking about concept cars. What's the deal with those? They're all futuristic, but for some reason they rarely make 'em into regular market cars over time. If they're new concepts, don't they think it would be smart to actually make them available to the public? Duh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I added two new sections of pics today. One is smiley pics (ugh) and the other is a nifty little surprise! I like it. I've been feeling creative recently, and I'm still looking for an outlet. It can't be writing or anything like that because I'm a shitty writer (as you can see). So I guess I'll just keep looking for a place to concentrate all of my creative energy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a CD from TJ a few days ago. It's their band (Pi)Sees. The Pi is the symbol, and the name is like pronounced like the zodiac sign Pisces, I think. It sounded similar to Tool, as described. It wasn't too bad, but selling that style of music is pretty hard to do without being 'known'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see something really freakin' cool? Check &lt;a href="http://www.dur.ac.uk/paul.clark/crabvspipe.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scribblehoney.com"&gt;Kalen&lt;/a&gt; got das boot on &lt;a href="http://elimination-online.com"&gt;elimination&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever heard of a piercing called the labret? I'm not thinking of getting one, but they do intrigue me. They look like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bme.freeq.com/pierce/05-lips/A30108/thumb/21w2kres.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bme.freeq.com/pierce/05-lips/A30124/thumb/flmhjpxf.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blissfulness.net"&gt;Molly and Natalie&lt;/a&gt; are getting snow.. poo on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the best for last, &lt;a href="http://self-loathing.net"&gt;SL Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;, formerly labeled as (Soup) Lindsey, has a badass layout up. Seriously, it rocked my world like a meteor. And yes this is two consecutive entries where I said badass, I think I'm dumb. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-88301626?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88301626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88301626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88301626' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-88201457</id><published>2003-01-29T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T00:01:36.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man oh man, Jimmy Kimmel Live is badass and you should watch it. I've always thought he was a funny dude, but this show exceeds even my highest expectations. He's got Snoop Dogg as his guest co-host of the week which is good because Snoop entertains, but bad because nobody can top it. It comes on ABC at 11:05 central time, and live live live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man oh man, I'm such a little girl. Today I was sitting in class and said to myself, "what would she want with you, ya pathetic waste of humanity". Intimidated by a 21-yr old 5' 5", 115 lb female... I should be ashamed of myself. Hmm, today was a good day for everything except my mind. I think waaaay too much and overanalyze everything. Other than my mind banting about, twisting, and wrenching, my day was really positive. The weather was in the 60s and very favorable. Tonight after working out and taking a shower, I sat outside in a sleeveless shirt, my boxers, and sandals...just chillin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got my Suicide Kings DVD and my Glassjaw sticker in the mail today, so woo. &lt;br /&gt;- Hey Lana, I'll take some pics one day and actually smile. Well in at least one.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone like the Super Bowl? Well did you at least like the commercials? Yeah you did. &lt;br /&gt;- I thought about not wearing a hat today and just putting gel in my hair and messing it up.&lt;br /&gt;- I couldn't even get that right anymore.. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-88201457?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88201457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88201457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88201457' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-88039382</id><published>2003-01-26T01:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-26T01:54:26.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bucs v. Raiders&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready? &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/3926214-88039382?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88039382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/88039382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88039382' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87943447</id><published>2003-01-24T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T00:19:55.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like a bad rash, I'm back. I was just looking at my last post and it appears the video that I supposedly linked wasn't done, and I thought I just spaced out, but for some reason it's not recognizing it in html, so screw it. You didn't wanna watch it anyway, it's just a chick shaking her 'thang' followed by her spelling something in sign language. And dammit in the thing I wrote, I chose Kalen to win the trivia game, and she let me down...whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Grumble* I saw the line on the Mavs/Sixers game and knew Dallas would cover 7 points, but nooooooo I'm not signed up with an online book, so my pick was wasted. Also a downer, an ex-gf of mine is "with child"...you can read more in my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt;. (No smarty-pants it's not mine I haven't seen her in ages, plus we didn't 'bow chicka bow wow') Hmm also in my LJ is about how I'm probably gonna ask this chick out next week, what do I have to lose? I saw an old friend the other day and didn't talk to him even though we were tight back in the day. We go to the same college and don't even talk, kinda weak? Eh we're different now, so blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been some weird weird searches that have come up in my referrals. The one that took my breath away was one that said 'Rachel and Larissa', I was like omg they found my site. But it wasn't either of them, just someone arbitrarily looking for those two names. Other than that, there's stuff about wet dreams, incest, carson palmer (still), and other random things. Ooh and go to &lt;a href="http://chicgeek.org"&gt;Ashley's&lt;/a&gt; site, look around and maybe join the forum. It's an interesting environment there hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in a &lt;b&gt;REALLY&lt;/b&gt; off-the-wall, kinda scary news report? Click &lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_76570.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...shudder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87943447?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87943447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87943447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87943447' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87825784</id><published>2003-01-21T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T00:01:29.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off, I'd like to apologize to &lt;a href="http://linds.faded-stars.org"&gt;Faded-Stars Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; for omitting her from the little "Lindsey's Rule" thing I did. All apologies. Man did I get ripped today or what: buying college books. I bought 3 books for 2 classes and it was around $170. And that's not including the $140 Chemistry book that they were sold out of, and the really expensive Calculus book (which I may not need because I saw the agenda for the semester and I learned all that stuff in HS). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else? Oh, if there's any guys that come to my site, download this &lt;a href="http://scribblehoney.com/me/themovie.WMV"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hellafied clip&lt;/a&gt;. It's not porn or anything, it's just &lt;a href="http://www.scribblehoney.com"&gt;Kalen&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://elimination-online.com"&gt;Elimination-Online&lt;/a&gt; doing a little dancy-dance. While I'm on the E-O topic, I jotted another entry on the game over at &lt;a href="http://n8itude.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;n8itude&lt;/a&gt;, it's nifty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like many people, I've been watching Joe Millionaire and speculating about this and that. I've been wondering if he really is a millionaire and he's playing all of us. I think that would be a real surprise, but of course MSN had to go ahead and publicize their hypothesis of this, so now nobody will be surprised it really turns out like that. (damn MSN) Anyhoot, here's the remaining four and their pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/Joe%20Millionaire/melissa_75x75.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/Joe%20Millionaire/Sarah_75x75.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/Joe%20Millionaire/melissajo_75x75.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://entimg.msn.com/i/gal/Joe%20Millionaire/Zora_75x75.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of those, I think Melissa is a money-grubbing whore. Well at least I think she's the worst one, they're all interested in money in some shape or form, but he has to pick one of 'em. It's just something about her. I'm not into it too hardcore, so I don't know who has the best chance, I just know that he isn't really doing a good job of finding out who wants him for him...his questions aren't too in-depth. He should be asking how they would like it married to a regular schmoe, and not having all the money in the world, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tag board is down, I think the company is having probs, so I'll miss everyone's cheerful messages, which I appreciate. I should probably be reading about Sociology, but hey I read very little last semester and had a 3.2, so I might skate again. Nah I'm buckling down this semester and studying, striving for the 4.0 heh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87825784?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87825784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87825784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87825784' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87670479</id><published>2003-01-19T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T00:53:35.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took a little drink of water, and when I burped guess what it tasted like? beer, still...*grumble* I got a call last night from CJ again and went to hang out with them for the night. The parts of the night that I chose to write about are &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, lacking a few specifics that will stay where they are...sketchy in my mind. Anyway that sucks when you burp and &lt;i&gt;taste&lt;/i&gt; something from a previous meal/time, doesn't it? I'm not exactly sure how much sleep I really got, but I've been drained all day so I'm guessing it wasn't too much. But I don't have the desire to go to bed, heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing a spectator's point-of-view of &lt;a href="http://elimination-online.com"&gt;Elimination&lt;/a&gt; for &lt;a href="http://n8itude.nathanbudhu.com"&gt;N8&lt;/a&gt; who has a nice-lookin' site. I'm not sure how often I'll be writing something up, but it'll be fun. Go check out my article, I'm 'tarantino'. Also go visit &lt;a href="http://purplenurple.blogspot.com"&gt;TCU Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.self-loathing.net"&gt;(Soup) Lindsey&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.hidden-beauty.com"&gt;Board Lindsay&lt;/a&gt; because they all have the same name ;-)  Plus I like reading their sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/24/48/50m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got this in the mail...won it on ebay. (From Hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/44/80/91m.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just won this in an auction.  (Suicide Kings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/68/71m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next target.  (Clerks) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87670479?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87670479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87670479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87670479' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87575636</id><published>2003-01-16T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T23:35:09.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That's a good character trait that I have...I'm considerate to others and the majority of the time, I stick to my word. Look at me coming back like I said, uh huh. I'm not trying to pat myself on the back, I just noticed that fact today. So I went and picked up some stuff which was good, except I couldn't find those little baskets that you carry, so I ended up just carrying around everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ called me up tonight while I was working out, so I didn't answer, but when I called him back about an hour later, he said he was just calling to see if I wanted to play the drinking game with them. Since they live 45 minutes away I declined, though the thought of it made me laugh. The time I played with them we all got so toasted in such a short time, it was a trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, while I was writing this, someone on kazaa was messaging me telling me to get cable or get off them. lol  I'm not sure if I could get it where I am, but they have it on campus, so I'm guessing that I could if I wanted. But I probably wouldn't use it extensively, I don't really download anything anymore. Dude was getting racial too, asking if I was ________ (a race). I said why, and he said it would explain why I didn't have cable, and I was like....dur there aren't certain race requirements to have cable. A few slurs later, I quit answering him, yet he never aborted my download. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I took a few more pics and put up a new section, so go nuts kids. I'm gonna play some PS2 and hit the sack. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87575636?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87575636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87575636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87575636' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87551056</id><published>2003-01-16T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T14:42:05.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe...it's the middle of the day and I'm making a post! :-P  I think I'm actually gonna do another one tonight making it two in one day, so whaddya think about that huh? I think one thing I'll include is my little list of things to get at Wal-Mart since I'm about to go. (That and if I type it out, I'll remember it better when I get there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Q-tips&lt;br /&gt;- Band-aids&lt;br /&gt;- Bandage wraps (the light brown ones that stretch)&lt;br /&gt;- Deodorant (blue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr I can't remember some stuff, but I'll remember when I'm walking around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school yesterday, and so far the semester looks like I'm gonna have my nose buried in multiple texts. I'm not much of a reader, but hopefully I can manage to read the required chapters. Like I assumed before, it'll be boring, challenging, and not too much fun, but it looks like I'll try to make lemonade from these lemons I've been handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cell just rang, and I was notified that I've just won 20 free tickets to Spellbinder's Comedy Club. So I guess I need to call a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt; people and see if they wanna go with me. The times we've gone before, we've only used some of the tickets, and the rest always go to waste, so I imagine a  majority of the 20 will go unused. I'm not even sure I'll be going, I hadn't planned on going back home for a long while, but this show is the 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to buy some products to wrap up my battered body.  :\   Back later tonight. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87551056?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87551056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87551056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87551056' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87342911</id><published>2003-01-13T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T01:39:09.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was able to update this while I was at home, but for some reason I didn't. I used to feel that I updated too much, but now I seem to go days without doing it. It's odd, and I'm gonna do it more because I'm lame and I said so. I'm back at school now, just waiting for classes to start again. On the drive home, I took a little detour and went to Best Buy. I looked around a while, and ended up buying 5 DVDs. They're practically giving 'em away up there, so I had to take advantage. That and I had a lot of gift cards left from Christmas, so I used a few of them. Curious which movies I got? &lt;b&gt;From Dusk til Dawn / Soul Survivors / Pi / Requiem For A Dream / Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back&lt;/b&gt; From Dusk til Dawn includes a movie called 'Full Tilt Boogie' on a second disc, which is spiffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Soul Survivors for the first time tonight, and that movie just kinda...left me with a lot of unanswered questions. There is a lot of spirituality involved in the movie and that tends to confuse me and leave me asking, "wtf is going on? As the movie progressed I kept thinking that everything will tie in very nicely and leave me in awe of the movie, but I guess their idea of tying everything up was different from mine. Maybe next time I watch it, I can deeply analyze it and have everything piece together. Don't get me wrong, it explains what happens, but there are small underlying things that were unanswered. (Side note: Eliza Dushku is sexy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simpsons today was pretty funny. It's shocking how they come up with all this fresh humor after all these years. It'll be a sad day when it's gone. Today in the sports page, I saw that the Lakers were a 6 point favorite over Miami. This bothered me because that's almost a lock. Come April, I'm going to try to set myself up nicely for the future...hopefully. I have like 5 hours of things I taped last week to watch. What was I doing when I missed it, I don't do anything?! One last inclusion: &lt;b&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/b&gt; will be mine one day, one day I say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87342911?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87342911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87342911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87342911' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87203723</id><published>2003-01-09T23:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T00:07:20.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I sound scatter-brained while posting this, it's because I'm talking on the phone and trying to type at the same time. It's not as easy as it sounds, I keep saying what I'm thinking and typing what I mean to say.. grumble. Sooooo not much has been going on here, school still hasn't started. I've been doing little things that have needed to be done, and I still need to sell back my old books and buy new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I noticed that the area around my piercing is getting yellow-ish. That can't be good. I've been cleaning it like they said and not touching it. I'm hoping it's just part of the natural process of healing, but I'm not too optimistic. I'm going home tomorrow...and haven't told anyone, so it'll be nice to see how they react (bwhaha). Nothing negative they can say will affect me though since it's already done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tidbits -&lt;br /&gt;- I took NyQuil last night so I could go to bed earlier. It worked, but I kept waking up every hour from 4-8am.&lt;br /&gt;- The agali boards that I posted at are down after a week.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm looking forward to resting this weekend. My body is worn out and wants a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kalena and Kelli for signing my tag board. It made me feel warm and toasty. I also appreciate the way that Miss &lt;a href="http://purplenurple.blogspot.com"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; linked me on her page :-D  I could've sworn that she was already in my links, but alas she doesn't appear to be there. I'll add her shortly as TCU Lindsey since it seems every female on the internet is named Lindsey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerakyelah.org/forums/index.php"&gt;Toast&lt;/a&gt; is back up and flourishing. GO JOIN YA JERKS! It's a really good atmosphere, I swear. I also post at &lt;a href="http://cgi.unyielding.org/boards/index.php"&gt;Reload&lt;/a&gt; which wants you to join also. You know you want to...plus this peer pressure is killing you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.. the first person to IM me on 'weird chris suks' whenever I'm online will get...a surprise! wee you love surprises don't you? (Thinking to self) Nobody cares you jackass. Go do the dishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit- I took some pics today, check 'em out. They're section VI in the pic section. -edit-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87203723?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87203723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87203723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87203723' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-87044627</id><published>2003-01-06T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T02:01:25.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Notes: &lt;br /&gt;- I added a tag board over there  &lt;---  write something you jerks!&lt;br /&gt;- I finalized my schedule and it is looking DULL (chem, chem lab, political science, sociology, computer science, and calculus). &lt;br /&gt;- I am going to use AIM a lot more...under the name 'weird chris suks'. though that name may change.&lt;br /&gt;- I rented SOCOM for PS2 and thought it wasn't too great, so I quit playing it. Too bad it's checked out for a week.&lt;br /&gt;- I bought new shoes today because my old ones were old.. new ones are orange, blue, and white. &lt;br /&gt;- I keep trying to write a "long short story" or a "long short story" but can't get started. (grr)&lt;br /&gt;- I felt like Forrest Gump today. I just kept running and running until I stopped. I didn't feel like running any more. &lt;br /&gt;- I bought a hat today, but decided when I got in the car that it wasn't me. It's going back tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xs4all.nl/~waardyk/pics/b&amp;b/cornholio/bc.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM CORNHOLIO!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now kiddies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-87044627?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87044627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/87044627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87044627' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86909387</id><published>2003-01-03T23:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T23:30:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I was going to start off with my news from today, but something monumental just happened. OSU beat Miami in overtime in the Fiesta Bowl, and are national champs. OSU now stands for &lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;h &lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;hit, &lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;'ve gotta be kidding me! I thought they stood absolutely no chance, but I guess anything is possible. I'm not sure of exactly how the game went down, because I left during the 1st quarter when Miami was up 7-0...to get my eyebrow pierced! yay me. Pics below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/images/eye3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/images/eye4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice huh? Cost me $40 and wasn't painful. I haven't told anyone yet, I think I'm just gonna let 'em see it without me telling them. Miami lost! WTF is going on? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86909387?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86909387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86909387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86909387' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86863182</id><published>2003-01-02T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T23:37:07.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Quick little entry - &lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up late, worked out a little, and watched the Orange Bowl in which USC beat Iowa. Tomorrow is probably going to be exactly the same except it will be the Fiesta Bowl as opposed to the Orange Bowl. I'm still deciding when to get pierced, it'll be soon hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerakyelah.org"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; jump-started her site again. I would suggest that you go visit it, but nobody comes here. :-D  If someone does come here, just click the link, she's a good person (from what I know, she could be a crackhead and not tell anyone) and is my secret obsession, and she knows it. No, but really..go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another place where I go as I carouse the internet is &lt;a href="http://www.uselessmoviequotes.com"&gt;Useless Movie Quotes&lt;/a&gt;. It's got good stuff, and a few downloadable wavs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I just remembered: I signed up for paypal to use for ebay purchases, and I need to call my bank to verify the account so it can be properly activated. I won an auction 4 days ago and still haven't got the money to the person. Oops. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86863182?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86863182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86863182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86863182' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86814200</id><published>2003-01-01T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-01T23:00:45.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't really celebrate NYE, but I did go some places and chat with some people who were celebrating. It was nice seeing people I hadn't in a while. For the whole wrap-up, read it on my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;. Today, I packed up today and headed home. A little while ago I took some &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/pics5.html"&gt;pics&lt;/a&gt; and added them &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/pics5.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;! This a sampling for ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/images/calm.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86814200?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86814200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86814200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86814200' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86728993</id><published>2002-12-30T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T23:23:50.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If someone has a blog that isn't updated for a long time, will there still be people visiting it? A resounding NO! I haven't done anything for this place in a long time. Alas I will be going home soon and will be in my comfy chair, ready to do stuff to entertain. Ok so I don't entertain well, but I give it 110%, and that's all I've got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather got bad here and I was acting like the lights were out, I laid in bed with my CD player in candle light. I eventually started writing this and that, nothing important. I've got this itch to write a story, but I can't get it started. Now it's time for some random facts that I got off coolquiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$1,000,000 in $1 bills would weigh approximately one ton. Placed in a pile it would be 360 feet (110 m) high – as tall as 60 average adults standing on top of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed of a raindrop varies with drop size and wind speed. A typical raindrop falls an average of 600 feet per minute, or 7 miles per hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The United States consumes 50 percent of the world's production of diamonds. However, there is only one diamond mine located in the U.S. — in Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Declaration of Independence as first written by Thomas Jefferson, there was a clause abolishing slavery. Because of popular pressure, however, Jefferson deleted the clause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Eve is tomorrow and I'm &lt;b&gt;WAAAAY&lt;/b&gt; out of the celebrating spirit because I really don't feel like doing anything special for it. In fact, I'm thinking of taking my ass on home so I can be away from people and sit in my apartment "una-bomber style". Yeah, I'm going through a weird phase right now: antisocial and weird. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86728993?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86728993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86728993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86728993' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86541826</id><published>2002-12-26T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T01:36:38.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone. I've noticed that the older you get, the less you participate. I've never been the 'rip open my presents' type but this year, I was so slow doing it. I was interested in it all, I just felt that whatever was in the box was still gonna be there in a few minutes. This holiday season completely blew past me as if I never knew it came. I think I'm slowly and slowly becoming numb to everything around me which will eventually end with me becoming one of those old people with tons of cats and no family/friends...heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, people aren't coming here. I'm not doing this for people to see, I'm doing it because I get bored, and because I can. So I'm &lt;b&gt;thinking&lt;/b&gt; of cutting back on the stuff here and just sticking to my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/~crazysane"&gt;ujournal&lt;/a&gt;. Just thinking of doing it like that, but nothing is concrete and I never really stick to anything I say. I try though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footnote - I didn't get chosen for &lt;a href="http://www.elimination-online.com"&gt;elimination&lt;/a&gt; and I was so happy. I only signed up to be nice, but when I heard there were only 60-70 entries, I freaked because they were picking 11 people and the odds of being chosen aren't too bad. I didn't really want to participate and would've ended up throwing the game and getting myself eliminated first. I'll still keep up with it, just not get in it. The first analogy that came to my mind was being like I had sex with a girl, having her think she's pregnant, and getting back the results negative. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86541826?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86541826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86541826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86541826' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86469872</id><published>2002-12-24T00:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-24T00:56:24.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, a lot and I mean a lot of people that are coming across my page are coming from searches. The majority of them are looking for "Carson Palmer pics" (heisman trophy winner), "Carson Palmer nude", and "Gap Stripes Commerical". It's funny I think the way that the search engine grabs miscellaneous words and puts them together to make a funny sounding string. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday season has been odd for me this year. It seems like there is constantly something going on for me, and a majority of the time, it involves drinkin' beer. Whenever anyone comes over, we all sit around the living and knock back a few and just chit-chat. I'm not complaining, but I've had beer 3 days in a row, I think that qualifies me for Junior AA membership. It's nothing major, but when people come over and see us all drinking a cold one, they might start judging, or thinking they're bad parents since I'm only 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exchanged gifts with Rachel and Larissa tonight.. The things I got for them is like one of those spheres that has the electricity going in them, except in different shapes. This is what they got me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ia.imdb.com/media/imdb/01/I/74/14/41m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to have tons of add-ins for DVD, I shall see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.self-loathing.net"&gt;(Soup) Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; has a new domain. Go check her out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://linds.faded-stars.org/index.html"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; from faded-stars is back from hiatus. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86469872?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86469872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86469872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86469872' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86423880</id><published>2002-12-22T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T23:58:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was cruising around the internet and came across &lt;a href="http://www.doitnow.org/pages/130.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; page. It's got a lot of stuff about alcohol. Ever wondered about proof levels? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's proof?&lt;br /&gt;That's a good question with an easy answer, but some drinkers drink their whole lives (literally) without ever quite understanding what the heck the proof numbers mean on the label. It's simply the percentage of alcohol content multiplied by two. To find the percentage of ethanol in liquor, you do the opposite and divide proof by two. This means that 86-proof whiskey is 43 percent alcohol, and 100 proof vodka is 50 percent alcohol. The places you're most likely to bump into ethanol, measured in proof or percentage, are inside bottles of beer, wine and liquor. How much is in each? Let's peek inside:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer ranges in alcohol content from 3.2 to 6 percent, with most U.S. beers averaging about 4.5 percent ("light" beers less).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine contains 9-14 percent alcohol, although certain types (which are "fortified" with extra alcohol) can hit 20 percent. Like light beer, wine coolers pack less punch, ounce per ounce. (Though they can get you just as drunk, if you work at it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liquor is a concentrated form of alcohol produced by distilling already fermented alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;The ethanol content of most liquors (or "distilled spirits") ranges from 40-50 percent, although some so-called "neutral spirits" can hit 95 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the form it comes in, once booze is out of the bottle and in someone's system, it's all basically the same stuff. That's because a beer contains roughly the same amount of alcohol as a shot of liquor or a glass of wine. The line between "hard liquor" and beer and wine is mostly imaginary; beer and wine contain more water, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, has anyone heard of the "new" band Audioslave? I heard one of their songs on the radio (not knowing it was them) and thought, "it's about time the renovated Rage came out". What happened was, Rage Against the Machine kicked out lead singer Zac de la Rocha, and picked up ex-Soundgarden frontman Chris Cornell. I downloaded some of their studio demos, and I wasn't really happy with it because hearing Rage's music and Soundgarden's lyrics collide wasn't polite. Cornell's voice and style is really different from Zac's, which (to me) was a major selling point of Rage's music. I won't like Audioslave as much as I liked Rage, but I'm probably gonna keep listening because Tom Morello can play like a madman. By the way, I'm glad they changed names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;My Livejournal&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86423880?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86423880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86423880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86423880' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86389635</id><published>2002-12-22T02:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-22T02:07:16.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whooooa I'm a non-blogging asswipe huh? It's been forever. I planned on doing one earlier tonight when I had free time, but afternoon activities ran into night-time activities and the free time between went bye bye. So, recently I haven't been doing much, just surviving here at home. I've been watching a lot of movies and playing a lot of video games to pass the time. Today we had Christmas at my Grandma's for my mom's side of the family. It was pretty fun since I don't mind being around these people. We just pretty much sat around and BS'ed, yada yada yada. After I got back, I called up Cody and saw what he was doing. He said he had to stick around the house to watch his sister for the night, and that I should stop by. We didn't really do much, just kinda hung around and did different things. Played GameCube, watched TV, played on the internet, and watched 'Beavis and Butthead Do America'...that movie is awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my cousin's graduation party and I'm not sure how that will go down. It was supposed to be an all-out party with kegs, etc. but that isn't looking how it'll be. I imagine it will be basically the same thing we did today, just sit around and chill as a family. Interesting update tomorrow, maybe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86389635?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86389635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86389635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86389635' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86208074</id><published>2002-12-18T01:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T01:09:05.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I downloaded some tools that allow me to make gif's and other animation stuff.. it's so much fun. Here's a sample of what I've come up with thus far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/images/story.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this...the universal fan sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/images/pichere.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I made another one, but I won't subject anyone to it (for now) because it's icky-factor is off the scale. If a 10 was the highest on the icky scale, it's at least a 3 billion. I &lt;3 my viewers, I don't want them to go blind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* on the second one just ignore my hair, it was a long day and I didn't feel like fixing my cowlick :-P &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86208074?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86208074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86208074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86208074' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86152532</id><published>2002-12-16T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T23:52:00.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been wondering if I should update this more often or less often. I never really can tell because there's so much variety amongst other people's blogs. Some do it everyday and others do it every few days. I just do it whenever I feel like it. I'm not exactly trying to impress anyone with this thing here ya know? My kitty has been a little bastard recently. He keeps scratching at everything and when I tell him to quit, he looks at me like I'm dumb. So I decided that I should give him a reason to actually listen to me...I threaten him with my gun. Don't get all PETA on me, the gun isn't real and doesn't hurt, it just scares him enough so he'll quit being the punk that he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Randomness:&lt;/b&gt; I imagine you've all seen the Gap stripes commercial right? The blonde chick in the red, who they show a lot, is really hot. I'd like to start a 'love train' on her. *rawr* I still haven't shaved and I'm lookin' rough. I'll get around to it eventually. I finally got all of my grades in: A, A, A, B, C, C. I'm not exactly thrilled with the 2 C's, but they were both Chemistry which succcccks. My overall GPA is still a mid-range 3 when combined with my transferred credits. I've bought NOTHING for Christmas yet. The box my computer came in is huge, like gigantic. My digital camera is very old. I'm listening to a cover version of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit". Enough randomness for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching TV earlier and thought, "I want to find a source of income, somehow". There's a lot of opportunities in our world to make some cash, and I need to find one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86152532?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86152532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86152532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86152532' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-86019816</id><published>2002-12-15T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-15T00:14:08.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasn't planning on blogging today, but alas here I am. First off, did anyone watch the Heisman presentation? I didn't watch any of it except for the actual presenting of the award to this year's winner (who was my pick na na na boo boo) &lt;b&gt;Carson Palmer&lt;/b&gt;. When they said his name I couldn't help but feel that that was the wrong choice. Larry Johnson and Brad Banks both had better years, but Palmer took the hardware. I think that everyone voted for him based on the Notre Dame game and the fact that every media outlet was asking "what about Carson?" By the way, Banks won second which gets him nothing, and the teammates, Dorsey and McGahee, were a few votes apart...at the bottom of the list. They're not sweating it though because on January 4th they'll be hoisting a much better piece of hardware, the National Championship trophy (actually I think it's a glass football, but I'm not sure). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would get second billing to that? Why my new &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. Indeed, I have abandoned my uJournal and got an lj, because that way I can have a friends list with people I know. I was given a code by &lt;a href="http://www.sayaw.org"&gt;Maleaha&lt;/a&gt; who is a pal from the multiple boards. I'm gonna buy her something from her wishlist as a little thank you since she gave codes to 3 people on the board. I'm not sure where the name toxic spunk came from. I was thinking of ideas and was usings dictionary.com and I came across spunk as a synonym of something. The wheels just started turning and that came out, so voila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, (which also could've been top-billing material) I still don't have my chemistry grade posted which is odd since grades were due Friday. I'm expecting a C, but I have an outside chance of yanking a B depending on how well I did on the final and how much he curves it if at all. I was bored and crunched the numbers on it and I needed a high B on the final to get a B for the class which is possible since my test grades steadily climbed as the class went on. I'm curious as to why it's taking so long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*IMPORTANT NOTE* I understand that in the internet world that plugging and linking makes the world go 'round, but just because I include your link, don't feel compelled to link me back. If I include you, it means that I like what you're offering and that will suffice. So just because you see that I included a little tidbit about you, don't feel like it's me asking for anything in return, I do it because I can and want to. :D  I had more that I was going to put here, but I've run long, so I'll just include it in my first entry in my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~toxicspunk"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-86019816?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86019816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/86019816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86019816' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85980038</id><published>2002-12-13T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-14T00:06:05.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you seen Christina Aguilera lately? Goodness, her inner whore has reaaaaaaally seeped through her pores and now she's 'dirrty'.  I understand that she is trying to create an image different from pop princess, but does she really think that naked skankalicious tramp is the way to go? She's hot, I'll give her that, I just think her momma wouldn't be too proud of her. The 'genie in a bottle' has definitely had &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of guys rubbing her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/images/aguilera.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving along, I'm sure there are tons of people out there eagerly anticipating the release of the second installment of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but I'm none to happy about it. First off, I didn't see the first one, won't see the second, and already dread the third installment. BUT BUT BUT...the reason I'm not happy about it's release is because of the consequences. As a result of this huge blockbuster opening, no decent movies are released in the weeks before and after December xx. The likes of "The Hot Chick", "Star Trek", "Drumline", and "Maid in Manhattan" are what we're subjected to, EEK! I like my personal movie collection much better. I watched Snatch yesterday, quality movie plus it has tons of words that I don't understand, and it's in english :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need to find some means for exercise and activity this weekend since the HKC (where I work out) is closed for the weekend. I'm gonna be so lost without it, that and college football isn't on tomorrow. *panics frenetically* what do i do?! Sign the guestbook hoes! I might cry if you don't grrr. By the way I've been checking up on flights to England and they're only about $575 which is cheaper than $800 like I originally thought. Man this decision is starting to get hard, it's too easy to go to Europe and I really want to go, but I better hurry up. I need to run it by some people... and I guess if you visiting people that I don't know have input, hit me up. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85980038?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85980038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85980038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85980038' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85930998</id><published>2002-12-12T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T23:19:34.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy pardners, giddyup? I'm a retard...so anyway, how's life treating you? Well you can tell me now because I made a guestbook BOOYAH GRANDMA! Not that anyone will care to do that, but whatever, just sign it, lazy. The following is an excerpt taken from my entry today in &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/~crazysane"&gt;my uJournal&lt;/a&gt; that I felt I should share here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It isn't that I'm not interested in getting involved with someone, it's just not a top priority of mine. I must be different from the majority of people who have that want and desire to feel loved and share affection with someone. Don't get me wrong, that stuff is okay and I'm not against it, but I'm also not hopelessly spending every waking moment worried about it. I sometimes feel lonely, but not because I'm alone as a person, but because I'm alone in my thought--meaning that my stance on personal relationships is different from others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I wasn't on a rant or anything, it was just something I felt like typing so deal with it yo! Moving on to better stuff, I'm finished, completely with my classes. Today was my chemistry final in which I'm not sure how to feel about how I did. I also finally got around to writing a 'dear john' letter that I read about from Kristie's site (sorry no link, I don't know the url). She's on &lt;a href="http://www.entertain-me.org"&gt;EMB&lt;/a&gt; along with like 500 other people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago I was looking at stuff on the net and came across &lt;a href="http://www.coolquiz.com"&gt;Cool Quiz&lt;/a&gt; which looks like an interesting site. I like the random fact, word, and quote of the day. Another site I was looking today was Expedia.com which has plane tickets and other stuff. It looks like the place where I'll get my ticket if indeed I do decide to go on a winter vacation. I'm still leaning toward not doing it, but my mind can easily change. One thing that altered it recently was seeing that round-trip tickets to England are only about $800 give or take a little. Oh and first-class to England is approximately 11 grand, which is outrageous. I've kinda wanted to go to Europe for quite a while, it just seems like a place that would interest me. Even if there are a lot of people there in various countries that think people from our country suck, deep down they love us hehe. No matter what, I'll post something tomorrow, much less interesting than today bwhahahaha! Crap I almost forgot, &lt;a href="http://www.nerakyelah.org"&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt; named her forum! In her words, "We're Toast" heh I love it. And if she's reading this, I'm gonna take her pic from her LJ and make it my desktop :-D  nah, but I did change it to Kirsten Dunst... mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85930998?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85930998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85930998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85930998' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85824205</id><published>2002-12-10T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T23:46:25.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got some &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/myhomepage/sammyboy.jpg"&gt;hot orange pussy&lt;/a&gt; sitting on my lap right now.. believe that! But seriously, he's just napping on me yet he is still bothering me. I just spent an hour reading about the 80s rock scene and I have some more to read on the 90s for my final tomorrow, but I don't know how much of it I'm gonna read. I love that class and will miss it next semester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my computer science final was blah. No matter what I got on the final, I would most likely still get an A. Also, I was looking at my tracker for the site (as I constantly do, heh) and I had a record number of visitors today. A lot were on searches, mostly weird stuff. But however it's sliced, people came and obviously didn't read far enough to get to my email address. I didn't get any input as to where I should go, so poo on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go visit &lt;a href="http://purplenurple.blogspot.com"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/a&gt; and write mean things in her guestbook and on her message board! That reminds me, I guess I should make a GB? It would just be a big let-down for me hehe, so no GB...  :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85824205?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85824205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85824205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85824205' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85768865</id><published>2002-12-10T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T23:36:23.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't feel like I've let anyone down by not posting you crazies, I was just saving you from mindless posts about nada. Guess what this is? Yes you guessed right, a post about nada, but I'm still doing it, so :-P  Look at this pic below. I took it while I was doing my fan signs, and I think it's obvious I screwed up. When you're done laughing, read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/I3ungholio/images/minidumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rethinking my Heisman stand since I've heard some interesting stats (I'm a whore for stats) this weekend. Banks has 25 TDs and 4 picks, which is outrageous, but I also decided to think about Johnson, who I wrote off as a loser since his team wasn't in a big bowl. Johnson deserves it based on the criterion of the Heisman which says that the award goes to the best player that season, and boy did he ever. But, he probably won't because there isn't a lot of buzz about him. Since I'm not the type to reneg on my word, &lt;b&gt;Carson Palmer&lt;/b&gt; is still my pick, but I wouldn't place a wager in his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of a good winter vacation/getaway and I need some good suggestions. I want it to be cold with lots of things to do, and I'm not on a budget, so drop me a line. I can be reached &lt;a href="mailto:stdcld20@shsu.edu"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you are so inclined. This reminds me that I never put a contact link or any info like that. Soon I'll put it in the stuff near my description. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wanna hear some good bands? Check out &lt;a href="http://www.glassjaw.com"&gt;Glassjaw&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.stutterfly.com"&gt;Stutterfly&lt;/a&gt;. Stutterfly also has an mp3.com link &lt;a href="http://www.mp3.com/stutterfly"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Can you hear me now? Good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85768865?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85768865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85768865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85768865' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85629626</id><published>2002-12-07T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T00:42:26.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got done watching the Dallas v LA game and it was just wow, more on that later. I've still got nastiness in my throat, which sucks, but at least I don't have a headache or stomach ache. Everyone is getting sick, yet for some reason everyone absolutely *loves* winter. Finals are coming up next week and I've got one each day for 4 days. The most critical is chemistry, but I'm finally coming around and learning it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how about the Heisman race? The candidates going to NY are Palmer, Dorsey, McGahee, Johnson, Leftwich, and Banks. I feel that Leftwich shouldn't even be there, and that Palmer from USC has shown a lot recently to make his point. They're all good candidates, but I'm torn mainly between Dorsey and Palmer. Dorsey is undefeated which is crazy, but he hasn't performed as well individually as Palmer. Also, Palmer has been huge in big games (ex 425 yds against Notre Dame) but he hasn't had a lot of pub. My Heisman is &lt;b&gt;Carson Palmer&lt;/b&gt; from USC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rather odd dream last night that involved me, &lt;a href="http://www.eyecandee.org"&gt;Meg&lt;/a&gt;, and Steve Spurrier (coach of redskins). Myself and Meg were watching a movie at her house, and Spurrier (her dad in the dream) was threatening to shoot me for some reason. There was a lot of details between, but I don't recall all of them, so I'll skip to the end. Ahh hell I don't even remember that, but I do remember that I lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the Dallas/LA game. Dallas was pounding them by more than 30 at one point, but the Lakers had a HUGE 4th quarter, outscoring the Mavs 44-15. I thought it was over at the half when the difference was 28, but the Lakers shot around 80% in the last quarter. I still think the Mavs are the best in the NBA, but this was huge for LA. It also showed Dallas that you can never be too far ahead (which they obviously believed by their ball-handling skills in the 3rd). Another observation I made was how much the refs allow. There was tons of carrying and an insane amount of traveling, plus a horrible concontion of both that was allowed. They really need to crack down on that because it is way out of control. Dr. James Naismith must be rolling in his grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 &lt;a href="http://msn.espn.go.com/talent/danpatrick/s/patrick/suebird.html"&gt;Sue Bird&lt;/a&gt;!  She isn't much older than me. Sue will be my bride one day, one day indeed. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85629626?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85629626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85629626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85629626' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85578629</id><published>2002-12-05T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T23:49:04.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like right after something good happened to me yesterday, God felt the need to immediately punish me. And it carried over today. &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/~crazysane"&gt;Details..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored today and made quite a few signs. I took something like 30 pics but only kept a few. I'm an ugly mofo, lemme tell ya. I had a &lt;a href="http://blissfulness.net"&gt;blissfulness&lt;/a&gt; one, &lt;a href="http://supernobody.net"&gt;supernobody&lt;/a&gt; one, &lt;a href="http://nerakyelah.org"&gt;nerakyelah&lt;/a&gt; one, and one for the &lt;a href="http://www.unyielding.org"&gt;reload boards&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new internet game, &lt;a href="http://www.elimination-online.com"&gt;Elimination&lt;/a&gt;, looks like it's gonna rock, so go check it out and put in an app. I'm not sure why I got a link, but hey I take whatever I can, so thanks &lt;a href="http://www.elimination-online.com"&gt;John&lt;/a&gt; I'll make sure to tell everyone about your awesome game. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85578629?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85578629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85578629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85578629' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85521860</id><published>2002-12-04T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T23:02:12.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...quizzes are fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/asian/40.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/asian.htm"&gt;How ASIAN are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at &lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/simpsons/krusty.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/white/40.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/black.htm"&gt;How WHITE are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at &lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;font size="2" face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;img src="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/white/20.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com/quizzes/black.htm"&gt;How WHITE are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Brought to you by the good folks at &lt;a href="http://www.sacwriters.com"&gt;sacwriters.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ugly women?&lt;/b&gt; i think not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85521860?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85521860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85521860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85521860' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85500100</id><published>2002-12-04T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:05:36.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one word, six letters, one hyphen: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK-UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more about it &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/~crazysane"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85500100?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85500100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85500100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85500100' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85470780</id><published>2002-12-04T01:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T01:18:12.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who likes accents? ooh ooh me me!! i absolutely love english accents with aussie and boston accents coming in a close close second. i found this site that had tips for people new to the boston area, with slang and what-not. here are some of them for your perusal: &lt;br /&gt;Bangin' a U-ey - This is what you do while driving after you miss a turn and you have to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book it - To high tail someplace, as in, "I better book it to Stah Mahket before it closes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubblah - Spelled bubbler, it's a water fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down Cellar - The basement. As in; "run down cella and get me a dishtowel outta the drya." Derived from upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried and Bizaah - Weird. "That dude is wicked fried." "Yah, he's totally bizaah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fudge-icle - To the rest of the world, a frozen chocolate pop is a Fudgesicle, but in Boston, the 's' is silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissah - Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Don't I / So Aren't I - So do I, So am I. "I have tickets to Aerosmith tonight." "Oh my Gawd, so don't I!" "No Suh!" "Yah huh." "Wicked Pissa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time - A party. "We're going to a time for Sully at McGuire's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonic - Soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wicked - Extremely. "Nomaaah's a wicked good baseball playa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah huh and no suh - Yes and no. Usually heard during an intense conversation. "I saw Mickey at Castle Island and he was with another girl." "No SUH!" "Yah huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other tips - Don't say COPEly Square, it's COPley. Worcester isn't WOOster, it's Wisstah. Say Commonwealth Avenue, Massachusetts Avenue or Dorchester Avenue and you'll get punched. It's Comm. Ave, Mass. Ave and Dot. Ave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you say no to chicks with that accent and the attitude? grrrowl lovely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/~crazysane"&gt;my ujournal&lt;/a&gt; if you wanna know how i was a time fuckup today. wee &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85470780?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85470780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85470780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85470780' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85415078</id><published>2002-12-02T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T22:27:02.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So last night I was bored, and decided that I'm abusing my blog by treating it like a journal. Soooooooooo, &lt;a href="http://www.ujournal.org/~crazysane"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; was created. The uJournal will be my main place of business, and this area will be undergo a bit of an overhaul. It's gonna be more traditional with interesting posts as opposed to what it currently is. That's all for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.entertain-me.org"&gt;Entertain-Me Boards (EMB)&lt;/a&gt; are nice to read, lots of people there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smivey.blogspot.com"&gt;Everyone Sucks&lt;/a&gt; is a daily update of stupid people in our world. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.antigeneric.net"&gt;Antigeneric&lt;/a&gt; has a new Christmas layout, plus she has funny updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.web-decay.net"&gt;Zoja&lt;/a&gt; has returned to her site, with a new layout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last and certainly not least, &lt;a href="http://www.blissfulness.net"&gt;Blissfulness&lt;/a&gt; has a new seasonal layout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85415078?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85415078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85415078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85415078' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85361942</id><published>2002-12-01T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T23:04:43.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgggggh i'm a bit of a fucker, and to my repeat visitor (assuming i have at least one) i apologize. now i understand how people can go days without updating, they leave the house for long periods of time and are too tired and lazy to get on the internet when they get back. so so so where to start? well where i last left off, i was bored to tears and that sucked heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that afternoon rachel called me and told me about how she was supposed to go out with brian, but she was too tired to go out to eat and see a movie (poor baby). she had just seen the burger king ad about simpsons watches and wanted 'em so the two of us went to the kingdom. they only had two so that sucked, but she bought me a homer that says 'mmm burger'. we went back to her house, talked to her mom a few minutes (heart thong convo) and went to get lottery tickets which she won $20 and i of course did not. then we headed to larissa's and played uno with her, her sister, and a friend of her sister's. it took about 30-40 minutes for one game, then we watched shrek. during the movie there were some trading licks (punches) which was fun to see. then there was some good old-fashioned wrestling which i enjoyed watching thoroughly. she got a dwarf hamster btw and it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i sat around and and watched more college football, then got a call from larissa asking if i wanted to go to see a movie with some people. before we went we made a few drinks and i got to use the bicardi cup *special* (maybe not heh). we had to wait for our movie (tomorrow never dies) and ended up screwing around and missed the previews and sat at the bottom of the theater. rachel slept through it because she didn't wanna see it and was mad that we did. the movie kicked ass and had a lot of subtle humor which is a plus with me. that was basically it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a dull day, just sitting around doing what? watching football indeed! a funny point was that it was my sister's 21st bday and she went out last night and got hammered. she stayed with a friend and has been sick all day. we all thought it was the funniest thing that she was so hungover. she's still curled up on the couch in misery and it's almost 11. ooh i did work out tonight since they're open late. it was good stuff but it's gonna hurt tomorrow, plus i'm wiped out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or does anyone else like making other drivers feel dumb? i know that they don't feel dumb, but i enjoy frustrating them. example: all of the cars in the right lane are going the limit, i'm in the left going 10 over and this car comes hauling ass up behind me. knowing he wants to pass i slow down a little and he decides to switch to the right lane. then i speed up and he's stuck in the slow ass lane until there's another opening on the left. see this is just something that i enjoy, but i feel if someone comes speeding up on your ass, you're entitled to piss them off a bit, or at least slow them down. other stuff bothers me while driving but it would take years to type it all. screw you jackass drivers. dammit i just remembered, i nearly got a ticket today. a trooper was going the opposite direction and i was going about 80 and i saw him too late and he pulled over and put his lights on. when i saw that i put the pedal to the floor and got the hell out of there. he was trying to turn around but there was a line of cars behind me, so he couldn't. after a while i saw the lights go off. :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're looking to join a forum, come check us out at &lt;a href="http://www.nerakyelah.org/forums"&gt;karen's board&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85361942?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85361942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85361942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85361942' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85269244</id><published>2002-11-29T15:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T15:45:43.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh i'm so damn bored. i watched football earlier and don't want to watch any more right now, and nothing else is on tv so blahhh. then i was looking on the internet and believe it or not, there wasn't anything on there either. so i came here to spout about nada. i was thinking of seeing if rachel, larissa, and whoever else wanted to go to this casino-like thing that someone in my family opened. no answer from rachel and larissa was at the mall with her mom and sister, so i didn't talk to her long. then i called my cousin jason to get some info about the place and he was telling me about how everyone on my dad's side of the family is going to be there tonight and i was thinking...ohh. so maybe that isn't such a good idea, but who knows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody is here because they went to pick up my sister and her truck because she broke down about an hour from here. the boredom is killing me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85269244?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85269244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85269244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85269244' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85240633</id><published>2002-11-28T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T23:21:31.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Dayinthelife - Street Justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's thanksgiving day..you've been told, so i won't bother. anyone interested in seeing a topless chick? of course you are, so click &lt;a href="http://www.randomactsofcomedy.com/pictures/toplesschick.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. niiiiice stuff huh? i almost couldn't stand it. speaking of cutesy things, take a gander at this &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.randomactsofcomedy.com/pictures/hamster_tennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i swear the cops are out to get me.. but hey i made front page.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.randomactsofcomedy.com/pictures/pardon_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; i promised interesting and couldn't deliver, i'm a schmo but i am gonna put up some of the quotes from the cannibal page on &lt;a href="http://www.mayhem.net"&gt;mayhem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Albert Fish: "We had lunch. Grace sat on my lap and kissed me. I took her to an empty house in Westchester I had already picked out. When we got there, I told her to remain outside. She picked wildflowers. I went upstairs and stripped all my clothes off. I knew if I did not, I would get her blood on them. I choked her to death, then cut her into small pieces so I could take my meat to my rooms, cook and eat it. How sweet and tender her little ass was roasted in the oven. It took me nine days to eat her entire body. I did not fuck her, though I could have, had I wished. She died a virgin. I am Christ! I am Christ!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I couldn't edit this one, there's too much necessary stuff :D  "Have you ever heard of the 'Ripper Crew murders'? Robin Gecht, Tommy Kokorolies, Andy Kokorolies, and Eddie Sprietzer made up this horrible group. They would abduct a female, cut off one of her breast, and would take turns having sex with the open wound. After they would take the severed breast home and each would masturbate into the fresh portion of the breast. Then they would cut the breast into little pieces and then eat it." yum&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Peter Kurten: "After my head has been chopped off, will I still be able to hear, at least for a moment, the sound of my own blood gushing from my neck? That would be the pleasure to end all pleasures."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dale Merle Nelson: Feeling a bit hungry, he slit the young girl's gut and munched on the half-digested food in her entrails. He then went to a neighbor's house and killed all six inside, sodomizing an eight-year-old girl as she died. Feeling hungry again, he returned to the first house and stole the corpse he previously had for dinner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOOK OUT!! HE'S GONNA ATTACK!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.randomactsofcomedy.com/pictures/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this little cutie looks a lot like my &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/myhomepage/sammyboy.jpg"&gt;sammy baby&lt;/a&gt;. all's well that ends well eh? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85240633?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85240633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85240633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85240633' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85150143</id><published>2002-11-27T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T01:02:30.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Staind - Waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a loser for updating after midnight, it looks like i'm posting the next day, oh well. so what should i type about today? well all of my stressing over the chem test is over since i took that biotch earlier today. i'm a little indifferent as to how to feel about it, on one hand i seemed to know quite a few of the answers, but i also didn't know quite a few. we'll see next tuesday how well i'm gonna have to do on the final to pass the class. i spent my other classes reading stuff i printed off &lt;a href="http://www.mayhem.net"&gt;mayhem&lt;/a&gt;. the stuff i printed was about cannibals, so yeah it was a lot of fun reading that while ignoring what the teachers are saying. sometime soon i'll add in some quotes from the individuals themselves, very funny stuff. i also lifted weights, but didn't get to run because there was a class doing their times on the track. while lifting, i think i strained my triceps because while doing tri overheads, they hurt so bad so i moved on to legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i'm going home, then to my dad's on thursday, then from there i don't know. (rubbing face) i need to shave, i'm such a lazy mofo. my sister's bf came down here for thanksgiving and is staying at our apartment tonight )and tomorrow?), i don't know, but he's a cool guy. he drove a long ass way to get here, like 7 hours. and he brought his cat which is funny. him and sammy play a little here and there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the gym today i noticed something that is laughable and very typical. the ratio in there was probably 10 to 1 in guys to girls, and it seems that whenever the guys are around the few girls in there they feel the need to show off. this dude was doing calf raises and he put the weight at the heaviest it could go. he was obviously struggling with it and in mass amounts of pain. the chick was next to him but wasn't even paying attention, which was the funniest part to me. i do feel like a weak ass compared to most of the guys in there though. they're all strong and what-not, and i'm average. i'm not too worried about it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i'll actually post something worth reading.. scout's honor. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85150143?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85150143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85150143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85150143' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85096863</id><published>2002-11-26T00:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T00:51:51.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious:  Beatles - Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is that pic not the funniest thing you heard or saw today? LIAR!! i could use a good laugh right now, i'm kinda beat from studying and stressing about my chem test tomorrow. since the prof doesn't give us a report on our class average, i crunched the numbers myself and i have a low D which isn't what i want. at this point i will take the D as opposed to failing which cannot happen. it's just one class, but i imagine my gpa will take a bit of a hit. speaking of credits, i'm gonna be classified as a sophomore next semester because i transferred 18 english and history hours, wee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what the hell has this boy been doing since he last wrote? well i didn't do much except watch a ton of football and played with the animals while i was at my old house. we had our thanksgiving thing with the families that live a long way away on sunday, and it was weird when i saw all of the people that came. we only see these people once a year, at this get-together and it's crazy how all of the younger kids are growing up. i remember a few yrs ago they were tiny and playing around, now they're big and playing around. i hardly talked to the people that i only know a little bit, i spent the bulk of the time talking to my cousins who i've known for a long while. nothing good really came out of that except the little bit i talked to my cousin who goes to Texas A&amp;M about computer stuff. i'm currently a computer science major but i'm not liking it all that much, and he was telling me all the stuff that is out there for computer science and computer engineer graduates. i'm not too sure about anything when it comes to my major. whoever i talk to about it (advisors, students, profs) try to talk me into whatever major they're associated with. statistics, math, criminal justice, computer science, radio/tv, and journalism have all been suggested. some day i'll decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went to my two classes, which were nice in their own ways. in kinesiology we got our cholesterol tested which basically consisted of sitting and waiting around until it was our turn, grr i despise waiting. mine was a lot lower than i thought, 160, where 240 is dangerously high. i figured i would be somewhere in the 220 range. then was music where we talked about rap which was a trip. the most fun was the listening examples that he played for us, and the way that people were acting. he played some of the old school 80s rap, then some 'gangsta rap' which is what we more commonly know. ice cube, ice t, snoop dogg, 2pac, master p, and a few others were played. the funny thing was the number of people nodding their heads and getting into it, i couldn't stop laughing so i kept biting my lower lip. by the end of class it was bleeding...later today i went to the gym and did some lifting and ran a mile. i'm still worn out after i get home, but it's getting better. oh yeah i wonder if anyone else has had this feeling: after the mile, i stopped and tried to take a deep breath, but couldn't because of immense pain in my chest and lung area. it wasn't anything major, i just couldn't yawn, but i could after a few minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could probably go on forever talking about random stupid crap, but the time has come to end these shenanigans. i do want to add a few links of daily visits that are super chuete (stupid french class). btw i don't like to call 'em plugs since i'm not really hooking anyone up with any traffic, dig? &lt;a href="http://www.moon-jazz.net"&gt;Leah&lt;/a&gt; is a cool UK chick that updates every few days. &lt;a href="http://antigeneric.net"&gt;Somer&lt;/a&gt; has a nice site, and her kitty is a cutie. &lt;a href="http://www.swt.edu/~mc42262/"&gt;Mel(?)&lt;/a&gt; put me on her linky links as "i don't know this guy but he's pretty"---wait that's pretty funny.. sorry i get those two mixed up. i'm not quite sure of her name but i'm pretty sure that's it, sorry if i messed it up.. night night time so i can go fail tomorry-o &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85096863?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85096863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85096863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85096863' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-85068120</id><published>2002-11-25T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T13:32:42.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious:  Tool - Stinkfist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, but about to go back to the gym...I'm still sore from Friday.. poo. Anyway I'll make a real post tonight or tomorrow with the usual bullshit :D  My main point for this was to put up this pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://losercars.com/images/Highway_sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this not the funniest thing ever? I got it from &lt;a href="http://www.losercars.com/"&gt;Loser Cars&lt;/a&gt; which isn't that great of a site, but it has a few pics of busted cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-85068120?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85068120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/85068120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85068120' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84962898</id><published>2002-11-23T02:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T02:30:55.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Jimi Hendrix - Manic Depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No weird greeting this post, I decided not to put one.  That and as you can oddly see I am correctly punctuating this post.  Yes, I am literate and capable, yet I refuse to capitalize and punctuate since I'm lazy.  So on to my day, I was a lazy fuck and woke up at 1.  After that I headed to the gym and did a little workout.  It wore me out doing all the stuff I did, but I still decided to run afterwards which wasn't that good of an idea.  By the time I got home I was wiped out, and pretty dizzy.  Later on I talked to a few people and decided I would come home tonight instead of tomorrow night.  So I packed up the kitty and my stuff and headed home.  I thought of doing something with CJ and Michael, but they were doing family stuff, so I just left that alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chemistry professor is odd.  First off, he got his masters and PhD from Rice, which is one of the best academic schools in the USA.  So he feels the need to push us on those standards, which are well above our college's level.  Also, his tests have shit on 'em that we don't even go over in lectures which pisses me off because I figure the only material we should be tested over is stuff you teach us.  On top of all this, recently he's been acting like an egomaniac.  The way he takes roll is to pass around a sheet and everyone signs it.  Toward the end of class he'll send another one around to see who was still there, mainly seeing who has walked out of his lectures.  I'm guess that my view of him would be a lot different if I were getting an A instead of borderline failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note* This post is taking a long time to do since I'm talking to Larissa on AIM.  We started talking about our days and how life is going, but then we somehow got into the unanswered questions of life, and that was just craziness.  It is mind-boggling when you think about it all.  How did we get here, what would the earth be like if we hadn't been here, is the life out there, and many, many other things. *end side note*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mind is racing with so many things... I don't think there was anything else I wanted to put in this, except that my comments are being deleted from fubar which is gayness.  Anytime I put something, it'll be deleted within a few minutes for some reason.  I guess I pissed someone off, oh well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84962898?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84962898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84962898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84962898' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84910150</id><published>2002-11-21T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T23:53:51.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Smashing Pumpkins - Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whert the ferk is gerin' on? nothing indeedy...i just got done updating TWO &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/pics3.html"&gt;new &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/pics4.html"&gt;pic &lt;/a&gt;pages. i did some snapping of the ol' broken ass cam. i got some good things in there too, but you won't know unless you &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/pics3.html"&gt;check that &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/pics4.html"&gt;shit out&lt;/a&gt;!! by the way i understand that i need to make one pic page with links to each individual page instead of having all the links here on the main page, but i'm a lazy fuck, so get off me'z nutz. anyhooters, today went off without a hitch, same ol' business as usual. the TA teaching drugs in crim justice was just as swole as i thought it would be...he did good and the material was interesting, plus he showed the overdose scene from pulp fiction, my favoritest movie ever. then i came home for a little nappy nap. it was hard to fall asleep and i finally did...15 minutes before i needed to be up again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that didn't work out, but i was cheered up when i got to school and saw the school paper. the headline was about the abortion thing that was put up. by the way it wasn't by the school, it was an independent group who had the right to be there. anyway the story was about this nutjob girl that started a petition to ban them from coming back. remember the girl that i talked about a few days ago that i knew from high school who i said was on her soapbox, so i avoided her? SHE WAS THE NUTJOB! her and two others i graduated with made the front page with their petition stuff. this is the college paper so it's not a big deal, but it was on the front page headline so they got recognition. i read it and was laughing hysterically. i'm glad i ignored her that day, otherwise i could've been grouped in with those whackos, heh. there is a page in the paper for letters to the editor and i might write one, and i think i have the upper hand to getting it published. the reasoning for that is because i know them personally and the person who chooses letters...guess what? also went to our HS, but she was 3 yrs ahead of us, it's a small world after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting some weird search engine referrals.. most are from random words picked from my blog, but there are some funny searches.. "vaginitis pics", "how to write an anecdote", "what would happen if bush rapped", etc. also i just checked the views and i had a record day (11/21) weee.. most are from people clicking my name on comments. also a lot were from &lt;a href="http://www.blissfulness.net"&gt;blissfulness.net &lt;/a&gt; because &lt;a href="http://www.blissfulness.net"&gt;nat&lt;/a&gt; put my link on their page which is seen by quite a few people. all i did was comment on how sexy mp3s are.. i don't know. but thanks again to &lt;a href="http://www.blissfulness.net"&gt;blissfulness.net &lt;/a&gt;for putting my link up front, it was nice of them. speaking of their site, i really like the way they're shying away from the camgirl stuff. i never really considered them that in the first place, but they still had voting sites and what-not. i've written way to much about nothing at all, so adios fucker(s)...  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84910150?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84910150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84910150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84910150' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84857986</id><published>2002-11-21T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T01:00:31.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Glassjaw - Mu Empire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a cock-ass when it comes to actually dedicating time to setting up some content for this hapless thing. anyway, today i'll give a detailed day since yesterday's description was done in 2 minutes.. for some reason i couldn't fall asleep last night and ended up nodding off around 2:30, and surprisingly when i woke up this morning, i wasn't tired at all hmm. i headed off to kin class where we did our 1.5 mile run which i was looking forward to, and thoroughly enjoyed. i don't know why i like it, but while i'm doing it i think a lot and i actually get things decided when i'm doin that. ooh and i met my goal and finished with a better time than the first time. &lt;b&gt; first time - 12:36  second time - 12:24 &lt;/b&gt; (sounds like something a person who just had sex would say.. tee hee) yeah so it wasn't much improvement, but it was faster so shut up. then i was all musty because it was hot outside but i didn't have time to go home and take a shower so i headed on to my next class. we were just watching music dvds in there so i bolted home, showered, and dressed for my next class. (i had to change clothes anyways because we have to wear pants in lab) so i make it in there and we have super fun (no) with chem stuff for 3 hours ugh. came home and did my towels in the laundry because i was officially out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little notes - i have a nasty rash on my inner thighs from them bumping and rubbing against eachother while i was getting my run on. i also forgot to note that i watched goodfellas tonight.. it was pretty damn swole. tomorrow in c justice, the TA is gonna teach about drug abuse, it'll be good fun. i'm watching craig kilborn now. i've decided not to get my eyebrow pierced for a while since the holidays are coming up and thats when i see all of the family members, and they'll be all judgemental and i don't wanna hear it. it would make for good convo though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i just thought of.. i actually saw a pregnant girl at school today. she wasn't too pregnant but nevertheless she was knocked up. i don't know why i never see pregnant chicks at school i figured i would see more of 'em since theres *allegedly* lots of sex goin' on in college, not that i would know anything about that. i realized today that i'm totally not living the college dream, i kinda just forgot to have fun here. it would be easier if i knew people here or was better at meeting people, but alas i say fuck it and go on my merry way. i'm not bitching because i enjoy what i do, which is nothing. i was jst saying that i completely forgot about the whole "party party have fun" life, which i'm guessing i'll change next semester. i dunno i need to be more social and talkative, plus i probably shouldn't be so sarcastic since some people interpret that as being a dick. eh &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84857986?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84857986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84857986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84857986' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84802261</id><published>2002-11-20T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T00:03:54.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Eminem - Til I Collapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I owe it to my one visitor to post regularly. Yeah, so today I woke up, took my easy crim justice test, came back and slept, overslept for my chem class, hauled ass, learned nothing, came home, laid around, went grocery shopping (yum), watched jackass the movie, looked at some junk on net, and here i am now. i gotta run a mile and half tomorrow morning which is surprisingly something i've been looking forward to. and tomorrow is the last day that we have chem lab which is sad since thats the only class that we get to talk in. i'll miss it. to my visitor, enjoy. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84802261?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84802261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84802261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84802261' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84729540</id><published>2002-11-18T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T16:57:01.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Adema - Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a piggy..I just ate some popcorn and it feels like it's popping all over again in my stomach. Anyhoot I didn't update yesterday because I woke up feeling like straight up nastiness.  My head felt on fire and the light felt like it was burning my retinas.  So I curled up in bed and listened to the football game on TV.  Enough about that, today was okay, I went to kin class where we were supposed to get our cholesterol tested.  The line was way too long, so I told 'em I'll come back the next time.  Then we started the 80s and 90s in our music class which was good stuff.  Listening to Michael Jackson always puts a smile on my face for some reason.  That and the people in class were making tons of jokes about him, funny stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and in the most popular area on campus, they put up this thing about abortion.  It's like a huge cylinder looking display with pictures of aborted fetuses and facts about abortion.  People were crowded around going eww, ooh, ahh, etc.  The pictures and facts didn't affect me, but I can see how some people would think it's absolutely disgusting.  There was also a "free speech board" where people could spout off about whatever they wanted.  I didn't really look at it, but I did see one that was dark that said something about abortion being selfish, etc, etc.  My second time passing by it, I saw this girl that went to my HS talking to people about it, with the hands waving and mouth running a mile a minute.  I shot her one of those "get off your soapbox bitch" looks and kept walking.  We don't talk anyway because I purposefully annoyed her, and her tolerance for ignorance is very low.  My stance on abortion, which I've probably said already, is that I don't really have a stance.  I feel that it is up to the person to decide whether or not abortion is a good choice.  It doesn't really matter to me if someone wants to have an abortion, but I do feel that it's wrong if the guy wants the girl to have one, but she doesn't want one.  It should be the chick's choice if anybody's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be working on my essay for Criminal Justice, since it's 50% of the test tomorrow, which I should study for... I'll get around to it.. gotta love procrastination. oink oink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84729540?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84729540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84729540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84729540' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84651784</id><published>2002-11-17T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T01:08:15.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious:  KoRn - Children of the KoRn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTA Vice City is pretty cool. I played it all day, that isn't just a saying either, I literally played it all day. I woke up late as usual and moved the PS2 into the living room because the picture is more clear. I really suck at the game, but that doesn't even matter because it's fun either way. Whether or not you complete missions, it's still spiffy to slice someone's head clean off, set up shop and pick people off, or hop in a tank and demolish everything. I can't really write about more because that was it. After I quit playing, I went up to the track to do a little running, but it was closed.. at 7 pm! bleh...I checked the hours and they closed at 6 for some reason. It's okay though because I'll get my fill Wednesday when we run 1.5 miles for our class...outside in the cold. It'll be super chilly fun. This is Texas though so it won't be bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my tracker and I had a record number of hits today. I'm not gonna say how many because it's terribly sad, but funny. Plus it's not like it's hard to find out how many there were, heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you're one of those people that hate people, I recommend you check out &lt;a href="http://smivey.blogspot.com"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site...it's funny. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84651784?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84651784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84651784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84651784' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84610090</id><published>2002-11-15T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T23:33:32.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Linkin Park - A Place For My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;herwdy ho... just sitting here sippin a brew and thinking of something to type. today was the same old thing, with a few little differences here and there. for instance, i shocked the living hell out of myself while unplugging my old cpu tower. it wasn't turned on and hadn't been on in weeks, so why did it shock me when pulling it out of the power strip? the world may never know, but that feeling was shitty. i felt the voltage pulsating throughout my body after it happened, very freakish. i went to blockbuster and picked up goodfellas and GTA vice city on PS2. it occured to me while i was out that i never spend money...on anything. i reached for my money clip and i was thinking, "damn when was the last time i bought anything?" it seems that i never buy anything, which is good i guess, but i wanna spend my money just like everyone else. i need to get a hobby involving $$ or a habit of some kind. speaking of ching ching, i got my bank statement and was off by $150. my mom still hasn't cashed the check i wrote her and i already wrote it down oh well :\   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, because the world revolves around $$$, i have another thought/tidbit. when my CD matures in april, i'm gonna take some of the money and invest in some different stocks, put some in the bank, and for some strange reason, i just had this new thought pop in my head: take about 1000 or 2000 of it and have it cashed and put it in a shoebox in my room. why? i don't know, but it just might happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm strapped, knowin' any minute i could snap, i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush rapped" &lt;br /&gt; - eminem, "love me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i heard that i heard that set me off. i couldn't stop laughing. the whole song is good too, it's on the 8 mile soundtrack.. listen to this one.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"johnny's an american, johnny wants to soak up the stars. johnny combs his hair, johnny wants pussy and cars.."&lt;br /&gt;- david bowie, "i'm afraid of americans"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is awesome. it's also got trent reznor (nine inch nails) on it. the song ends with "God is an american"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/anecdotes.html"&gt;anecdote &lt;/a&gt; being typed up after this post yippie skippy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84610090?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84610090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84610090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84610090' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84560456</id><published>2002-11-14T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T22:18:30.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/i3ungholio/anecdotes.html"&gt; anecdotes fo' that ass &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new layout on &lt;a href="http://www.nerakyelah.org/"&gt; Karen's &lt;/a&gt;site...visit &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.supernobody.net"&gt;Somebody &lt;/a&gt;has a birthday..&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/3926214-84560456?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84560456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84560456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84560456' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84560171</id><published>2002-11-14T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T22:10:55.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Bush - Testosterone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got around to putting up the anecdotes page. Added a story about a night of fun about a year ago. I'm gonna write up another story and post it tomorrow. I don't want it to be another "drinking" story, but those are most of 'em and of course they're the most interesting. I can already see that section being scrapped because of a feeling of monotony (if that's the word). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was refreshing...I woke up promptly at 11:30, showered, and headed to CS. The rest of the day was spent doing what I do best.. nada. I did write down some 70's metal and punk songs that I wanted to download later. I do this because I always draw blanks when I get to the keyboard. It included Kiss, Black Sabbath, Journey, and the Sex Pistols. I also wrote down some good songs that I thought of, those being: The Ramones (I wanna be sedated), David Bowie &amp; Trent Reznor (I'm afraid of Americans), and Led Zepplin (Stairway to heaven). Ooh ooh and some punk covers...they're so amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't decide if I should write my CJ paper, do nothing, or do something this weekend. So many damn decisions, and one of 'em is getting metal shoved through me. One day I'm gonna decide to do it, someday soon I presume. I don't think anyone looks around when they come here, but I do have visitors, very few but there are some. Which is shocking, still. I'm getting on IM now, probably won't talk to anyone, but eh... and I'm gonna write another anecdote. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84560171?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84560171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84560171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84560171' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84512552</id><published>2002-11-14T00:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-14T00:14:24.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Tool - Stinkfist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no update today.. applied to the 13th and as you can clearly see, it's the 14th so bleccch. i wasn't too happy with myself earlier because i've told myself a million times that i'm gonna "turn over a new leaf" which involves being more open to people and not using my sarcasm all the time. i don't use it all the time, but dammit i use it a lot. it's just me and i can't help it. nothing happened today to set me off in that area, i just was remembering that. tomorrow is shaping up nicely because my two earlier classes are cancelled. that means i don't have a class til 12:30 yay. and upon looking at myself in the mirror, i realized i need a haircut bad. i might go tomorrow if i choose to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight for the first time in about a month and a half i talked to marina. i sorta went out with her for the last months of school my senior year. she wanted to, i didn't want to because i was about to move on, but i couldn't tell her no, so she hung around. anyhoot, i told her before i moved that i'll call her from time to time. after about 2 weeks, she called me and was like wtf, so then after that i called her occasionally, until this long span of time when i didn't. she sounded pleasant. i like to pick on her and mess with her, so i had fun with that. she was telling me all about how the HS has changed and the stuff going on in her life. i told her a few people that i wanted her to tell that i said hey. and an apology to the chick that i saw in the mall and pretended not to know her, oops. she wasn't "dirty" per se, but she was really horny. she constantly talked about sex and how she wanted to and all that. i was like.. i haven't known you that long and you wanna bone? if she was more sexually attractive, i would've been all over it like any guy. but i was holding her back because.. i didn't want any. i let her go down on me, but that isn't important. we talked for 2 hours and after that, my elbow and ear hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i added the code for comments from haloscan, but who knows if it'll take. mmm i'm hungry (originally spelled hungy) so i'm done. *crosses fingers for comments*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84512552?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84512552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84512552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84512552' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84487733</id><published>2002-11-13T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T14:37:16.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious:  Papa Roach - Life's A Bullet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh not really, i just heard the line in a staind song and decided it was my motto of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a wise man once said, "i've got vaginitis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no update today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84487733?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84487733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84487733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84487733' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84487669</id><published>2002-11-13T14:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T14:35:48.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soul is bleeding..go away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84487669?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84487669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84487669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84487669' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84459103</id><published>2002-11-13T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T00:17:51.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious:  Lil Flip - Forget The Fame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahoy... its me again. i'm a dork :/   anyway, another day, another uninteresting update. although today had pretty weird things, i might not put it in here, it might go in my interesting stories section whenever i decide to put that up. ah hell, i'll get into a little of it.  i went to my early class and came home to take a nap before my next one.  well what happens? i guess i slept through my alarm and woke up 6 hours later.  after freakin' because i needed to go to those classes, i said bleh, THEN COMES THE ODD PART... i woke up again..in reality...on time.  the first time i "woke up" was so damn real that i started wondering if i really woke up or if this was another dream within a dream.  so i slapped myself around a little bit and realized that indeed it was genuine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and when i was heading to chem, this girl right in front of me tripped going up the stairs.  i couldn't decide whether to help her up or walk around her, so i just ignored her.  NO this doesn't make me a dick, because had i helped her, she would've been even more embarrassed.  so i was doing her a favor by not paying attention to it and acting like it never happened.  i didn't hear any laughs from people around, but they were laughing on the inside.  a similar event happened to me earlier this year.  except it was just me and this other girl that was walking the other way.  her heel slipped or something and she *plopped* right next to me.  i offered to help her up but she didn't say anything and just went on her way.  she was a hottie too..i guess even hot chicks stumble from time to time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i checked the counter and wee 8 people yesterday.. thats odd since i haven't really told many people, i'll just slap my link on a comment on a site here and there. i doubt any of the people who clicked me will ever come back.  i had some koolaid yesterday and it was yummy delicious.  i was reading on &lt;a href="http://www.mayhem.net"&gt;about&lt;/a&gt; serial killers, mass murderers, etc. and came across the cult section.  i read about this guy that had over 900 people drink the poisoned fruit punch drinks and kill themselves.  another guy had his cult do business and was valued between $25 mil and a billion before getting busted for killin folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tidbit.. you know that chick i wrote that was griping at me (with the incessant IM dings)... yeah well anyhoot, i hardly know her, but she'll IM and we'll make little meaningless small talk.  she sent me a .wav and told me to listen, so i did.  it certainly gave us something to talk about. she recorded herself...playing...(yeah thats a good way to say it) so she could hear how she sounded.  what compelled her to send it to me is beyond my knowledge.  i'm not gonna post it anywhere on here since that would be shady.  i'm gonna link my email sometime soon, but if you want it, hit me up at stdcld20@shsu.edu  or i3ungholio@aol.com  and i'll send it right over.  it's not too entertaining though.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"these four things are true and i know it!" - max kellerman, around the horn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84459103?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84459103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84459103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84459103' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84400511</id><published>2002-11-11T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T22:32:26.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious:  Warren G - Regulate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I'm gonna keep this short. (well short for me will end up being probably 3 paragraphs) i'm really groggy right now.. i feel asleep during csi miami which was odd because i was interested. i still haven't completely woken/waken/woked  &lt;-- (sleepy talk) up from my 10 minute nap. i'm gonna go to bed early tonight after i take my shower.  i'm debating on what i should wear tomorrow. i don't really plan ahead of time what i should wear, but i'm just wondering.. i was looking bummish today.. i didn't feel like dressing up because i didn't fall asleep last night til after 2:30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i have an idea for another section of content.. interesting anecdotes. maybe they're just gonna be interesting to me, but anyway whenever i think of a good one, i'm gonna type it up. i'm boring but i have good stories. i guess whenever i do things, they're out of the ordinary. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84400511?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84400511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84400511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84400511' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84349822</id><published>2002-11-11T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T00:27:49.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK OK OK OK OK I was messing around with the options and stuff that's here and it's starting to work now that it makes more sense to me.  It's actually quite easy and convenient. Damn me and my foolish lack of knowledge in this area.  :-P  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84349822?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84349822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84349822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84349822' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84346691</id><published>2002-11-10T23:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T23:01:52.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: the incessant IM sound *bing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr I'm close to going to blogger.com's offices in wherever the fuck it is and shooting the place up.  The fucking templates are gay and won't show any of the html things I've done. I'm no genius but they are right this time. FAWK JOO BLOGGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know when the last time I actually posted anything real. I'll start with today,  I woke up late as usual and watched a little bit of football. During the Texans loss, Larissa called and asked if her and Rachel should get their tongues pierced.  She sounded giddy so of course I told her yeah. She explained that they were looking into it and were just wondering what I would say.  I still wanna get my eyebrow done but I keep putting it off because I'm not sure about it.  If they haven't done it by the next time I talk to 'em I'm gonna suggest we all go together and have metal shoved through our bodies.  I also shaved for the first time in 3 days. I love the smoove feeling of my face :D  I should shave more often, but I'm hella lazy. heh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was another blah day. I enjoy doing nothing, I don't know what that makes me, I just think it's laziness. What I did for most of the day was play PS2. Oh and I did some content work for a site. I have a site of me, an RAQ, a random facts page, and a pics page. Then I did some laundry...isn't that interesting? The dryer here sucks, my darks were still wet when I took 'em out, so I put them on another cycle. Oh and the washer sucks too.. it stopped mid-cycle, so I took some clothes out and rearranged things and it all worked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Friday because I was here by myself. I'm not saying I don't like my sister or anything, but when I'm here by myself, I'm more relaxed and all that. I walk around naked and half-naked, so that's liberating. Oh yeah (I say that a lot) I almost forgot. Larissa called and was wondering if I wanted to go up there and partay with them and some other people.  She wasn't sure how many people or exactly who, but she asked me to call some people to come with me.  Of course, everyone I called has gone home for the weekend.  I talked to Ryczek for the first time in a while.  Me and Larissa talked a few minutes and decided not to do it that day.  I wasn't too worried about it since I got to do what I wanted to in the first place:  play PS2, watch movies, be lay-Z.  I watched The Ring on the computer... the beginning was fuckin swole-scary.  And the best little clip of the movie was the flash of the girl in the closet. I never saw it coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the updating that I'm doing. I'm still super pissed with blogger. Oh and &lt;a href="http://antigeneric.net"&gt;Somer &lt;/a&gt; is doing something about webdesigns for hire or something. I thought about buying a domain and paying her to design it.  But I decided not to do that because it just seems like a weird situation, so none of that. Plus I don't wanna get a domain that I won't use.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was writing this, this wicked crazy girl that I've talked to on im a few times was spazzing on me. First off she says hey, and I reply with the same thing. Then she breaks off a "hi" .. wtf is that? So I said hi back.. then I said how was your day, blah blah and she said don't ask.  Later on when she was griping about her day, I said it'll get better.  I really wasn't involved in the convo, but I figured she would wanna hear that.. she jumps all down my throat about "plz don't say anything about it if you don't know the situation", so I was like oooooooooooook.. then she got offline thank God. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84346691?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84346691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84346691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84346691' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84286709</id><published>2002-11-09T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T13:56:45.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something is fucked with the template FUCK THIS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84286709?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84286709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84286709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84286709' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3926214.post-84208807</id><published>2002-11-07T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T22:43:44.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Subconscious: Our Lady Peace - Superman's Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this new thing because.. well because I could :-P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3926214-84208807?l=randomvoid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84208807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3926214/posts/default/84208807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomvoid.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84208807' title=''/><author><name>Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09049952701589692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
