<?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-5434580</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:36:01.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><subtitle type='html'>2 Guys, 1 Girl, and a BLOGSPOT.

The Authors -- Francisco - The Swimmer | Katrina - miss ducky | Scooter - Scooter Dagdagan
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5434580.post-107841725998332784</id><published>2004-03-04T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T08:23:55.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well,,i guess someone retired it first....PSH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an official stamp of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size= 28&gt; RETIRE!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-107841725998332784?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/107841725998332784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/107841725998332784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107841725998332784' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-107837249017939749</id><published>2004-03-03T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:56:59.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OFFiCiALLy RETiRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-107837249017939749?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/107837249017939749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/107837249017939749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837249017939749' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106670899990164638</id><published>2003-10-20T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T21:03:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You've never had a girlfriend, and your life doesn't feel so great, so you think that's the missing piece that'll make everything fall in place. You figure, if only you could share your loneliness with someone else, the world would become a much sunnier place because you finally have someone who cares if you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, let me tell you how wrong you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girlfriend is not the line piece in Tetris that clears everything out for you, and I know you get that metaphor because you're a goddamn nerd just like me. A relationship is a responsibility that most of us are not ready for, but you're going to get into one anyway, so let me tell you what it's like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell yourself, happiness is making other people happy, and as soon as you have that ability your world is one fat rainbow slide into the pot of golden bliss. It seems true enough from what we've been taught, doesn't it? Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't think you're ever going to break a girl's heart. You've always been on the receiving end of heartbreak this far. Anyone that you date, you're going to treat like a goddess, unlike all those other asshole guys in the world. You're different. You're better. You're going to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a stupid little kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke a girl's heart a week and three days ago, a girl who didn't deserve it, a girl who I made happy. I realized I wasn't happy sometime in the last two months, but I tried staying in the relationship as long as I could for her sake. And this is where I realized what a huge burden her happiness was, a burden made a thousand times worse because I knew it shouldn't be a burden. When I couldn't do it anymore, I realized that in life, you're going to have to be a bastard every once in a while. It's necessary, it's unavoidable, and it's going to happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this increasingly incoherent lecture, don't make yourself believe that you can find inner happiness from other people. It's the other way around, something you need to figure out before you end up breaking someone's heart. So stop whining about needing someone, sit your ass down, and think about what it is you want, who you want to be and if you could really find someone who's at the same time in their life as yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship: responsibility. Too much of one without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-p5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..just seeing if anyone uses this piece o' shit.&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/5434580-106670899990164638?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106670899990164638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106670899990164638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106670899990164638' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106332121149372664</id><published>2003-09-11T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T16:00:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh. hello? hello? HALO? HOY? Hell-O? moshi- moshi? hola? heelo? heylo? haylo? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106332121149372664?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106332121149372664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106332121149372664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106332121149372664' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106222956667161028</id><published>2003-08-30T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T00:46:06.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay flat out.....im going to stop writing in this and stick to my Upsaid for a while... lets say that im going into hiatus for a little bit. but hey im not stopping my posts...im still updating my upsaid everyday...shoot me if i dont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106222956667161028?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106222956667161028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106222956667161028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106222956667161028' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106193594161692987</id><published>2003-08-26T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T15:12:21.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Lightning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to summer projects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106193594161692987?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106193594161692987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106193594161692987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106193594161692987' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106105827581931426</id><published>2003-08-16T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T22:24:19.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. i suppose its my turn now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was also greatly affected by what happened this past week. i can equally feel what Scooter must be feeling and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really get to know Kaeli as well as i most certainly wanted to, but i knew she would have been a good friend, one of the best, nonetheless. i first met Kaeli, through her boyfriend Gary, in the most unusual way. i was coming into swim practice straight from school. i got dressed, slapped on some slacks and went out to meet gary and her. back then, i never really knew her at all, but i did hear alot about her around school. anyways, what i didn't notice was that i had my fly open. WIDE OPEN. well, i saw Kaeli smirking at Gary so i asked what happened. she just warned with a smile, " your fly's open, thats all. next time maybe you should check." and she ended it with a great laugh with Gary. as embarrased as i was, i tried to phase the moment by calling it the "new style". of course, it ended up with an even greater laugh from all of us. from then on, we always joked around when we had the chance to hang out, usually during swim meets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were alot to great things about this girl. she had the smile, the brains, a great family, and a great boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;she will be missed greatly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when she died, i wasn't in the vicinity of vallejo. thanks Scooter for sending me and Nadine the news i also forgot to say. but i couldnt believe it when i heard it. she was a girl with a bright future. a very bright future. she was well prepared for the outside world, and its very tragic that this event had to take place so early in her wonderful life. i wasn't able to make it to the vigil or the viewing but i finally had the chance to mourn the loss at the memorial service, which was just yesterday. i took Nadine and Noelle to St. Paul's church with me and we pretty much couldn't believe how many people came. she had made a definite impact on numerous people. i also didn't realize that they were related to Kaeli. Teachers, Mr. Gross, and even the VJO juniors coach "Tuffy" came. all in all it was more emotional than i would have ever expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while reading Scooter's entry, i realize that we all can't just dwell on kaeli's death, but only grow on the impact that she has made in each and everyone of our lives. i swear, everyone who knows her has had an impact. i sure have. it was natural to her. it was easy for her to make friends. thats what made her so unique. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart goes out to Gary's family and Kaeli's family as well.  R.I.P. Kaeli Amie DeWeese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, to top things off for the past week, things only got worse. my grandmother also died last wednesday. so everythings been hectic&lt;br /&gt;these past few days. ill post more about it later. getiing over one death is more than enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106105827581931426?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106105827581931426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106105827581931426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106105827581931426' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106100582722944946</id><published>2003-08-15T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T20:50:27.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I copied this from my other blog, and changed some stuff, but it's basically the same:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened and changed in a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my first friend died, so early in life. Her name is Kaeli Amie DeWeese. For those of you who don't "regularly" read this, she was run over by a car while setting up an annual Peddler's Fair for her church. At about 5:22am, as she was marking off vendor spaces, when a van driven by a 66-year old man ran through the intersection on his way to a kidney dialysis, hit and ran over her. She died about 40 minutes later at 6:00am. Yes, I'm being dry, but it's the way I'm going to put it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Kaeli about a year and a half ago after a friend's birthday lunch at Chevy's. I saw her and introduced myself, and talked with her for a while. I was waiting for a to-go order of carnitas for my mom. We talked for a good while. She gave me a ride home, and I saw her around campus, and talked to her from time to time, mostly just a simple "hello". Sometimes I came to watch her soccer games, cheer for her. Now in my junior year, I talked to her more often, had enjoyable conversations, interesting ones, since we both were members of several clubs. I never did have a class with her, which was unfortunate. She was always nice, polite, and charming, and could brighten your day with a simple smile. She was also the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to the candlelight vigil last Saturday, and her viewing yesterday, makes me realize how lucky I am to have gotten to know her. Her friends were loyal and true, comforting each other in this time of despair. She made good friends easily, which isn't easy to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad that this happened, and everyday I wish this was just a nightmare I'd wake up from. I cried, something that I haven't done in a long time. I think I've come to the conclusion that for the most part, I'm unemotional. Which is sad really. I don't know why, is it because of martial arts training? Not letting your opponent see any weakness, by showing emotion. Whatever the reason, I wish I could cry more in some aspects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I should, and everyone who reads this, and knew Kaeli personally, is to remember all the good times, and keep her memory close to you. Don't forget her, but don't dwell on her death. She wouldn't want to see us sad and crying. She was always and upbeat and outgoing, bright and optomistic person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had everything going for her: great family, friends, boyfriend, bright future at UC Davis, the prospect of becoming a veterinarian. People admired and loved her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, these kind of tragedies happen to people everyday. Some people say it was her time to go, join her father, etc. Many believe it's just fate, and it was all planned out in the beginning, also known as predestination. I don't know what to believe. I would like to believe that she's in good hands, with God, and reunited with her father, looking down upon us. Perhaps guiding us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else to write, perhaps I'll edit this later, but right now, I'm just emptying what I've been thinking of writing, pouring my heart out. Crying out loud on the inside, knowing that she's gone, and my life is altered in some way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've taken the time to read this, I thank you and appreciate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences go out to the DeWeese and Quach families, may they get through this without everlasting pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Kaeli DeWeese. Know that we will carry you in our hearts and memories forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106100582722944946?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106100582722944946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106100582722944946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106100582722944946' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106058176304515315</id><published>2003-08-10T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T23:02:43.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>losing a friend puts many things in perspective. its just very unfortunate how we can lose friends we see often in an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.A.L. finals list last weekend: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat.: 6th place timed finals 200 back 2:49.45&lt;br /&gt;        7th place finals 200 IM               2:25.34&lt;br /&gt;        7th place finals 100 Free               55.26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun.: 6th place timed finals 200 Free 2:07.23&lt;br /&gt;         6th place finals 100 Back           1:06.56&lt;br /&gt;         4th place finals 50 Free                25.95&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah whats great is that i score the 6th most points over all 17-18 boys. i was having alot of good productive fun. other than that...what happened recently is very unfortunate. i still cant believe it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106058176304515315?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106058176304515315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106058176304515315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106058176304515315' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106054933401649086</id><published>2003-08-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T14:02:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought this might be appropriate for the event that took place recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARE YOU A REASON, A SEASON, OR A LIFETIME? &lt;br /&gt;Pay attention to what you read. After you read this, you will know the reason it was sent to you! People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. When you figure out which one it is, you will know what to do for each person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON. It is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They are there for the reason you need them to be. Then, without any wrongdoing on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered. And now it is time to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people come into your life for a SEASON. Because your turn has come to share, grow, or learn. They bring you an experience of peace, or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons: things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life. &lt;br /&gt;Work like you don't need the money. &lt;br /&gt;Love like you've never been hurt. &lt;br /&gt;And dance like no one is watching. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106054933401649086?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106054933401649086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106054933401649086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106054933401649086' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-106006884545195632</id><published>2003-08-05T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T00:36:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is for me and you scooter. enjoy buddy. &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It’s amazing that assholes can get girls. Actually, now that I think of it, it’s not that amazing. They are assholes at heart, but to meet girls they lavish their undying love. IT’S A CHARADE. They act nice, friendly, and they listen… until they get into what they’re after. Their prey thinks they are in love with them, however when they realize what assholes their predators really are, they pretend like the asshole is really nice inside. The girl tries to change the asshole into a nice guy, but assholes will always be assholes. She gets upset and goes to the nice guy to complain about the asshole. But she claims to love the asshole… now this is where the theory begins. She doesn’t want to look like she is easy so she wont dump the asshole right away, instead she will stay with the asshole. Girls are idiots. They don’t realize that the nice guy has been there all along. He never had to pretend to be a good guy to get girls because he is naturally like that. However, girls don’t see it for some reason or another. They look at the nice guy as a friend, a trusted companion to whom they can tell their sad story to about their asshole boyfriend. But the nice guy isn’t THAT naïve. He was trying to score with the girl he listens to all along. The problem is that since he is a nice guy he keeps listening. Since girls get attached to things that pay attention to them, they think of the nice guy as a friend. A FRIEND. They don’t say, “Oh he’s hot” or “I want to have his children” about the nice guy, they just want the emotional support. When they get the emotional support from the nice guy, they don’t need it from the asshole. The nice guy gets the shit end of the stick while the asshole gets all the action. I am starting to wonder if being a nice guy is really the route to take to get action… I have been down this path for all of my post-pubescent life and it has gotten me NOWHERE… at least not in the women department. Perhaps another reason why girls fall for the asshole is because assholes ignore the girl they are with. The women wonder, “Why isn’t he paying attention to me?” so they explore why. They poke and prod and get closer to the asshole. They start to get easier with each attempt to get closer. The asshole finally says, “I’ve let this beauty dangle long enough, time to boat this bass”. It is then he puts on his charade and the girl feels like she has won him… even thought all she has won is an asshole. Once you have gone down the path as a nice guy or a “listener” you can’t turn back. The girl will always go after the assholes because there are always nice guys there to listen. Once you realize that you are a “listener” you cant do anything about it… just pack up and close shop. There is no way you will get into her pants… ever. There is and never will be a situation where the nice guy will get the girl he has a crush on. It just doesn’t work like that. The girl wont “come to her senses” and realize what an asshole her boyfriend is like in the movies… instead she will just go after another asshole, and unless you stop being a nice guy, she will never go after you. Women complain that there are no nice guys in the world. Right. They are obviously not looking hard enough because there are nice guys EVERYWHERE!!!! Girls aren’t looking for nice guys… they say they are but they’re not. They are looking for the perfect asshole, but there is NO SUCH THING as the perfect asshole. All in all, the nice guy gets the shaft. To all the girls out there with boyfriends that don’t treat you with respect, that don’t listen to you, and that don’t care about you I say this; look next to you. The guy that has been standing next to you the whole time is the guy you have been looking for. He is what you want your asshole to be like. He knows more about you than you know about yourself… because he has listened to it all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-106006884545195632?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106006884545195632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/106006884545195632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106006884545195632' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105988285274606545</id><published>2003-08-02T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T20:54:12.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&gt;&gt;just one of those M O O D S that you can't get out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;LIFE IN GENERAL... OR SOMETHING CLOSE TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written much lately. I guess I've been very busy with my 2 jobs. Yup. Guess that's it. Or maybe it's because lately, I've felt... out of it. Like life is such an obligation and that I really can't do anything but live it out 'til I'm finished. I think I've written here last Saturday about getting my belly button pierced, but it didn't really upload to the online journal. I'm thinkin' 'bout starting up a webpage, hosted by my one of my best friends G I N A. She already created a H O M E for me, but I've yet to start creating and doin' all that HTML crap. I feel dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;LOVE LIFE... //u p d a t e s//&lt;br /&gt;This division of my life is currently and will probably always be NON-EXISTANT. And if you ask me, I really don't give a care. I've developed a theory on this "boyfriend-girlfriend" thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before "going out" you have to spend quite some time getting to know this person that you're supposedly gonna spend MORE time with AFTER getting to know them. Then after you start going OUT with that person, you spend most of your day WITH that person and also most of your money (I'm not some cheap skate or whatever, it's just that money is also a factor in a relationship.) Then every time your anniversary rolls around, which is about every month (which happens to be like a girl's period... bwahaha) you spend EXTRA money and EXTRA time on that person. Then after you get tired of each other, which is about 3 months after you first started going out with that person, you break up, mope, and cry and cry to help you get through it. You might as well go out and buy an outfit or some shoes or save up for college -- at least that will get you SOMEWHERE in life, whereas relationships go around in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is just what I experienced first-hand. Maybe I'm just jaded or cynical... But this is what I seriously think about relationships. This situation always happens to me. I guess this is the reason why I find no need for a boyfriend right now. Maybe I'll change my viewpoint on this, which is highly unlikely. I guess I'll just go around and wait for love to find me, if it's meant to be. Whatever... And I just recently experienced that you don't have to be in a relationship to get hurt, you can still be single and get hurt as much as it does while you're IN a relationship.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;WORKING...&lt;br /&gt;(Another reason as to why I can't find time for ANYTHING, especially a relationship.) Well I've finally worked 8 hours at McDonalds... yesterday. Yup. And I'm still a slave to the pool. Yup. The last last time I worked at McDonalds, Melvin, Mark, Jerick, Daryl, and Dingaling visited me. (Oh yeh, congratulations to my TWIX for getting his license!!) kewl deal, eh? Yup. Melvin paid me in frickin' COINS for his food. GAHD. Hah, but its okay, I got good math skills now that I can count change hecka good now. heh. I like working at McDonalds, it's fun because there's always something to keep me amused. Yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Cunningham, I'm always stuck with the darn 4/5 year olds. BLAH... =P. I used to like teaching them, but now, they're just snotty-nosed, crying, "i want my mommy" BRATS. URgh. I despise those kids. But one time there WAS this 4/5 year old class that I hecka enjoyed teaching, it was Matt's class, I was subbing for him. They were hecka good swimmers. THey could do front floats and back floats all by themselves without any HELP! Aahha. And one of those kids even said, "miss kantrina (&lt;- how the kid said it), i laa you." haha, tell me that's not adorable. haha. These are my last two weeks at Cunningham Pool... The guard dinner is comin' up pretty soon... frickin' Spaghetti Factory... frickin' GVRD budget... BLAH!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... g2g... Buh byes. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105988285274606545?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105988285274606545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105988285274606545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105988285274606545' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105946004168891115</id><published>2003-07-28T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T23:27:21.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha oops...sorry scooter, i didn't have time to post that story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although that was very good times and a good scare too. that certainly goes into the summer memory stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh anyways, santa cruz's beach was beautiful and clean. very clean. there were also alot of people out near the sand bar about fifty feet out with their surfboards so i decided to go out and rent one. although there weren't any big waves i did manage to catch one small swell and rode it down, but soon enough, just waiting for nothing started to get boring. it was fun however because my group still had a skimboard all waxed up and ready which was pretty cool. after we hung out at the beach boardwalk arcade and just played till about 6.30...and yeah thats it. im not burned and i dont have a neck rash from the wetsuit....rashguards rock. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105946004168891115?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105946004168891115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105946004168891115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105946004168891115' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105936418213606865</id><published>2003-07-27T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T20:49:42.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh darn... I thought Frisko would have posted what happened already. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frisko came over to my house to check out our garage sale and to hang out before driving to Fairfield for some errand. Anyways, he locked himself out of his car, keys still in the ignition. LOL. And he doesn't have a spare, then anyways, because he has one now.  So, the only good thing is that his windows are cracked open a little bit. So I retrieve various objects with to unlock the car, but to no avail by using pool cues with extentions, etc. Finally, I unlock it with a long piece, narrow, and flat, of wood. Yay, one of the highlights of Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to give Andrew his gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105936418213606865?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105936418213606865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105936418213606865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936418213606865' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105919209568463998</id><published>2003-07-25T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T21:01:48.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh nevermind...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;post later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105919209568463998?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105919209568463998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105919209568463998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105919209568463998' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105910592184333818</id><published>2003-07-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T22:28:05.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man...today sucked major HO hum. everything was wrong, nothing went right. oh yeah besides practice and talking with a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, these summer days. depressing as they are. im reverting back to where i just came back from...sh*t, i hate summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait a tick...is there a new driver in our presence at the moment, oh besides scoot, who got &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; license just recently? im just wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105910592184333818?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105910592184333818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105910592184333818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105910592184333818' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105907486500881421</id><published>2003-07-24T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T12:27:45.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy and sad at the same time. More like disappointed with myself, in a way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had my first driving lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I'm being vague. Bye bye now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, these summer days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105907486500881421?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105907486500881421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105907486500881421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105907486500881421' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105875770205397863</id><published>2003-07-20T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T23:23:39.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i still have no clue on this friendster stuff...haha. all i know is that im not good enough for the pressure. maybe. haha  blah!! XP hahah anyways, im sick so i wont be posting as much unless i want to. i think i had some faulty fruit from costco when i went to the beach last friday...i knew something was wrong with it. but i didnt mind....now im paying the price. hahaha, bye guys! dont eat any faulty fruit by the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105875770205397863?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105875770205397863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105875770205397863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875770205397863' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105875709152521796</id><published>2003-07-20T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T20:11:31.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah, I'm tired! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running alone sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105875709152521796?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105875709152521796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105875709152521796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875709152521796' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105855458130865495</id><published>2003-07-18T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T11:56:21.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn Friendster, damn Brian! Now I'm on it too! Why doesn't everybody just join it? Cave into the pressure! Mwahahahahahahaha! Geez, everyone but Francisco is on it! Lol, j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105855458130865495?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105855458130865495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105855458130865495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105855458130865495' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105833240805594065</id><published>2003-07-15T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T22:13:28.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, boring day plastered on this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh practice was cool though, not too hard. and i also saw a familiar face.. yep ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..lets see what happened today...i cleaned up finally around the backyard and house. &lt;strong&gt;kat's&lt;/strong&gt; sis didn't pick up a finger, so im mad tired. umm...oh yeah...dad paid off the new miata, yeah. UNbelievably paid a check of 11,400 cash. heck i didnt even know he had such money myself...its scary. hahaha. anyways, i got a couple calls from the military which is nerve-wracking at some points because im really not sure about enlistment yet. but you never know. i might wanna go for a challenge...soooo yeah. as of now, there is no-one online at all and im listening to some SR-71 and AFI, oh and &lt;strong&gt;kat's&lt;/strong&gt; sis's newfound glory/ good charlotte all at the smae time, all in my two ears. well, morning practice is tomorrow 6.45am sharp...well maybe not sharp, but you know its frekkin' too early to be in water. other than a shower that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105833240805594065?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105833240805594065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105833240805594065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105833240805594065' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105822225678518454</id><published>2003-07-14T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T15:41:18.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I, hi, hello.  I miss blogging now.  Hehe.  Hello everybody.  How are you all?  Good I hope.  Lately I've just been working, working, OH AND YEAH working.  Sadly, working is my life now.  Heh.  I haven't seen anyone in hella long.  That's if you don't count today's short outing with Angela y Melvin to go give a gift to Samantha.  Yup.  Angela came to my house and waited for me to sign the gift and she looked around the living room and said, "Ohh, boxes... boxes make me cry..."  hahahahahahaha.  Man... that was funny.  Yeah, there are hella boxes in my house because we are moving pretty soon to an apartment.  The buyer of this house wants to move in ASAP.  Impatient.  Hehe.  Well yeah.  then we went to sam's house to drop off the gift and she loved it! hehe.... yeah... and yeah melvin took me and angela to her house.  and uhh melvin took us home.... THaNKS PEKVIN! sorrie i couldnt go grocery shopping with you to go find out what mustard leaves were.  ahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're almost finished packing.. getting ready to move next week.  yeah.  well i'm really tired.... so i'll go night night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, kat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105822225678518454?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105822225678518454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105822225678518454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105822225678518454' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105811439700351431</id><published>2003-07-13T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T09:39:57.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From Wednesday to Friday I was on a backpacking trip in Yosemite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th, I went to a Dagdagan family reunion. The sad part is, I think I'm about the only teen Dagdagan male (ya knoe, to pass on the name, etc.) The rest of my cousins are female. But none of the other Dagdagans from my area were there, how weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday, I went to Warped Tour!!! So many people from Vallejo were there, although I did have to hunt them, and them me. I saw bands like Rancid, Sum 41, Glassjaw, Simple Plan, The Ataris, Talib Kweli (sp?), The Used, and others. AAR weren't there, damn it! The only bad part were the idiots and the possible sunburn I now have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate moshers and crowd surfers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105811439700351431?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105811439700351431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105811439700351431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105811439700351431' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105810796200092840</id><published>2003-07-13T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T12:59:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose, there are times in life when you miss someone sooo much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real... when the door of happiness closes, another opens... but often times we look so long at that one closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for ourselves. &lt;strong&gt;don't go for looks because they can deceive.&lt;/strong&gt; don't go for wealth because even that fades away. &lt;strong&gt;go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. find the one that makes your heart smile...&lt;/strong&gt; dream what you want to dream, go where you want to go be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do. you should have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough hardships to make you strong, enough sadness to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy. i think that the happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everythnig, they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go forward in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches. When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. live your life to its greatest possibilities(sp? gah! i suck at spelling when im home all the time.) so at the end, you're the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;dont you think guys? well...i never got the mustang. but i did go out and purchase a "new" used miata instead. but it doesnt matter to me anymore. nothing matters to me anymore. oh, anyways, i just needed to get this stuff out now rather than later. i guess it also serves a purpose because i doubt any of you guys are reading this frequently...haha so i guess this would be an attention getter. oh, i guess this serves a bunch of purpose because katrina is leaving. i know its still early and stuff before she really goes, but i just wanted to say that personally, i doubt i will be the same when we get back to school without you around. i know you have work and stuff but, i am also afraid that im losing you as a friend since you never talk to me as much anymore...even when we see each other in the morning. but hey everything cant be the same it was yesterday, actually this is almost the only way to talk to you. but i understand ^_^ ,\/,, you're always busy..hehe. anyways, as always, rock on guys because this is probably the only time im spilling my guts out for a long while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105810796200092840?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105810796200092840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105810796200092840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105810796200092840' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105738368599811830</id><published>2003-07-04T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T22:41:26.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good News&lt;/strong&gt;: STINSON BEACH (again) TOMORROW!! YAY!! oh and a very pleasant and happy fourth o' july to the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad News&lt;/strong&gt;: Barry White died today..boo hoo. seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105738368599811830?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105738368599811830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105738368599811830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105738368599811830' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105729765357906815</id><published>2003-07-03T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T22:42:03.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay...i finally bought myself a wetsuit for stinson beach again. yep. thats right...im heading off to stinson beach on saturday to hang out with friends and family..can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...im pretty pooped out, still kinda sore from yesterday, and im pretty much broke myself...hahaha funny. so is Club No Job a go scooter? so far its me and toffer i believe...he's also out of a job since his contract expired about two weeks ago. yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah swimming was a b**** today since coach made us stay in extra long. haha, but i was all okay because me &lt;strong&gt;Donny&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Vince&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;Nadine&lt;/strong&gt;...threw (or at least tried to) ice cold water on Coach Chris. it was pretty hilarious because we argued so much about getting in a heap of trouble, that we ran out of time as he found out what we were planning. when we tried to throw it on him we sorta missed badly. everyone was trying to hold him down but he is amazingly strong...haha. he was also explaining that we didn't really win anything so why throw it now? we decided we liked the practice so much, and that was a good enough reason to throw it on him...oh well..maybe we'll not argue so much and try to throw it on him next time. hah...so many smiles in so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105729765357906815?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105729765357906815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105729765357906815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729765357906815' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105728759906727994</id><published>2003-07-03T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T19:59:59.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not much to say but this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got turned down from a job a practically had! The guy hiring me thought I was 18 and had just graduated, but then learned I was 16 and going to BE a senior. The store he runs closes at 5:30, so I couldn't be working as much as he'd like. I understood why, looking at the business point of view there. Before he was going to hire me, he even asked if I wanted to work in repairs, sales, or service (maintainance). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks, now I probably won't get a job this summer, and I'm almost broke!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105728759906727994?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105728759906727994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105728759906727994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105728759906727994' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105720803318718178</id><published>2003-07-02T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T21:55:58.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man..i am so freaking tired...i had a whole agenda for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Swim practice 6.45-8.30&lt;br /&gt;- stinson beach with the swim team 9.00am- 8.30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew i had a lot to do...i am officially sunburned also. my arms hurt and my body is just aching becasue of all the body boarding we did. i had so much fun though..what a way to end a day of practice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes...so report cards are in now...and i am pretty happy about them. heck im just happy to have passed Mrs. Brum brum's class to say the least. i can also finally send in the report to Geico so i can get a car insurance discount...tee hee. anyways, change of subject...i hate talking about report cards..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, so i finally have no more swim meets until R.E.A.L.s in august... one word, YAY. i finally have weekends that aren't wasted. whoo...i cant even type anymore..so yeah im out guys. keep rocking the same way as you usually do.^_^ ,\/,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105720803318718178?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105720803318718178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105720803318718178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105720803318718178' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105715563177555137</id><published>2003-07-02T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T07:20:31.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>W O R K . W O R K . W O R K | REPORT CARDS ARE OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuddup kids?   Lately I've been really really tired.  Yesterday I worked a total 11.25 hours.  I think that's illegal.  I think I'm only allowed to work a total 8 hours a day.  Righ?  Well at LEAST I'm keeping busy and keeping away from the house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my report card.  Bleh.  My GPA dropped.  But I was able to close the fourth quarter in AP Bio with a B -- unfortunately the D I had in the 3rd quarter averaged with the B made a C.  Gahd.  So I didn't fail Ms. Dunkin's.  YES!  I got a C and I think that's pretty good enough, righ?  So I have 3 As, 1 B, and 2 Cs.  Gahd.  Counting the weighted average I have a... 3.5 GPA.  Well, that's good.  I don't want anything lower than a 3.5 GPA.  Yup.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.  Onto second business -- SUMMERTIME FUN.  There's this cute guy at work.  Hahah, he's from BENICIA.  Yup.  Really really cute.  (Although Frisko says he looks like a monkey.)  He reminds me of  mixture between Woody from TOySTORY, Jimmy Neutron boy genius, and Butthead -- Beavis's friend.  Yeah.  That's what he looks like.  He's cute, believe me.  It's just that the mixture of those characters don' really sound like it would make a cute guy.  Haha.  Yeah.  I don't think I'm really gonna GO for this guy, I guess he's just... e y e c a n d y.  Heh.  Well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my SAT II scores back.  Augh.  It was hella bad.  Forget it dude.  I hate SAT IIs.  Friggen peesa shit.  Oh well.  Yeah life goes on.  I have to go get ready for work now.  Gahd, I am so tired.  Yeah.  Hey if you ever stop by ANY McDonalds.  I say you should try the RASPBERRY SHAKE!  That shake is "HELL OF" good.  Oh no I'm talking BENICIAN.  Hahahhahahaa.  Did you know that they say "HELL OF" instead of "HELLA".  Well, that's just something to keep in mind when talking to a BENICIAN.  Yeps.  Okay, well take care then.  Yup, peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105715563177555137?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105715563177555137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105715563177555137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105715563177555137' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105703793532891463</id><published>2003-06-30T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T22:39:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>welcome back buddy...hope you had a great time...judging by your last entry, you must have haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...summer still sucks as usual...its just swimming everyday that gets to you. blog later...like tomorrow or something..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105703793532891463?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105703793532891463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105703793532891463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105703793532891463' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105695571182631272</id><published>2003-06-29T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T23:48:31.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaack! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time at camp, but it went by waaay too fast! The food was great, a lot of laughs, just too much happened for me to blog about. If you talk to me in person, I can explain in greater detail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm reading the new Harry Potter book too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only though I've been gone only a week, typing feels almost foreign to me. But I learned how to juggle at camp! (Don't know what that has to do with anything, just felt like typing that in)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105695571182631272?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105695571182631272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105695571182631272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105695571182631272' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105660291316678656</id><published>2003-06-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T21:48:33.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Werdup F E L L A S and gentle reader?!?!  What's hap'nen?  OH man, summer is gonna be "heck of" hot this year.  Tomorrow it's 'funna' be 100 degrees er sommat (something like that).  So... anyone else sufferin' from mild insanity due to the extremities of this hot hot weather?  Did I use those words right?  Well uhm.  I don't really know what to say.  I'm bored.  As usual.  Uhm.  Yeah.  No one really blogs on this thing.  I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates | Katrina&lt;br /&gt;- Juggling 2 jobs: McDonalds and Lifeguard&lt;br /&gt;- Got a new LAPTOP&lt;br /&gt;- Currently reading the new HP book... yeah KICK ASS!&lt;br /&gt;- Hella dark... stupid sun.&lt;br /&gt;- Still is an unlicensed pedestrian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah.  I elaborate more on my UpSaid.  Luv yah guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105660291316678656?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105660291316678656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105660291316678656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105660291316678656' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105657442305444017</id><published>2003-06-25T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T13:53:42.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so yeah...i guess this blog has been neglected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then..ill just go back to my upsaid...heh. last entry for me, or i guess until someone writes here..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105657442305444017?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105657442305444017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105657442305444017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105657442305444017' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105634730676650009</id><published>2003-06-22T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T23:28:56.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm...took some good ol' quizzes to lavish my boredom...heh. as if i used that word right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="-1"&gt;Hey, guess &lt;br /&gt;    what? I'm a--&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=coloryoshi"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.buppytropolis.net/lunayoshi/etc/testanswers/green.gif" width="300" height="150" border="0" alt="I'm a Green Yoshi!"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=coloryoshi"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What &lt;br /&gt;    color Yoshi are you? Come take the quiz!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666"size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anime.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/badboytwo/Tenchi.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Surrounded by women&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="_blank"&gt;What Anime Bad Boy Are You?  Quiz 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://anime.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/badboytwo/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                       heh...gyea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666"size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://anime1.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Weapon/GatsuSword.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ginormous&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your Anime Weapon?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://anime1.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/Weapon/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="new"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666"size="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cartoon.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/GHero/Crono.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" color="666666" size="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gaurdia's Gaurdian&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ydoc.myagora.net" target="_blank"&gt;What Video Game Hero Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://cartoon.ydoc.myagora.net/quizes/GHero/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105634730676650009?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105634730676650009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105634730676650009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105634730676650009' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105616353693579294</id><published>2003-06-20T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T19:47:18.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, well, well...summer days has begun, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes it has...and i am soo freaking happy. anyways...play by play stuff: i got hecka tired this morning and then i got a phone call about going to the movies, but i wasn't sure if i could because i had to fix my jeep, sooo then i got another call and i just couldn't make it which pretty much bummed me out...actually the jeep isn't even finished yet.. darn...anyways maybe next time. but it was hella boring taking all that crap out of my jeep...i got stuck a couple of times and so did my uncle and dad...but we got most of it done. ummm what else... oh i did pretty much nothing except fix, fix and swim and fix again....hahaha i believe this will be one looong (but dandy) summer. blog more later about my fantastically boring day. i wish i went to go see finding nemo... it would have been waaay better...haha. keep rocking as you guys usually do you two. haha rhymes...does it even make sense? i wonder..heh.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Staring at the ceiling and trying to fall asleep, I came up with this proverbial thought: if true love can quickly sour and turn into the deepest hate, isn't the reverse also inevitably true? I pondered a bit further and thought about whether anyone who I very much despised could be my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm afraid to go back to sleep for fear of nightmares in which I wed Jenny Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-p5.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105616353693579294?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105616353693579294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105616353693579294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105616353693579294' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105608372728385834</id><published>2003-06-19T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T21:35:27.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Shake dat ting.  Come on gotta shake dat ting.  Sexy lady gon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that song.  Hahaha.  Summer is HERE! *ghetto* Tru dat tru dat Scootizzle!  lol.  Aww man I would not be a very good ghetto person.  =P.  Omg.  Yesterday and this early morning was hella fun -- &lt;a href="http://upsaid.com/missducky/index.php?action=viewcom&amp;id=32"&gt;complete dish&lt;/a&gt;.  Augh.  Good way to ring in the 5UMM3RDAY5!  "Suckah wha?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INVITATION&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Who: us kids&lt;br /&gt;What: watch FINDING NEMO&lt;br /&gt;When: friday, june 20 @ (either) 2:00 or 4:30&lt;br /&gt;Where: &lt;a href="http://centurytheaters.com"&gt;Century Theaters &lt;/a&gt; in Vallejo (of course)&lt;br /&gt;Why: cause I haven't watched it yet! =T AND i heard it was absolutely adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so go guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105608372728385834?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105608372728385834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105608372728385834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105608372728385834' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105603984336705982</id><published>2003-06-19T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T09:24:03.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer days have begun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105603984336705982?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105603984336705982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105603984336705982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105603984336705982' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105594229101310758</id><published>2003-06-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T06:18:11.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heh...a little inside joke here..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" DAAAAAAAAAANG BOOOOOOOOOOOOBS!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah....funny stuff dearie...im gonna miss yah alot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~YAAKA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105594229101310758?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105594229101310758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105594229101310758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105594229101310758' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105585634766718867</id><published>2003-06-17T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T06:27:28.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nee amata wo mitsukete soshite midoto wasurezu&lt;br /&gt;domma mi mume ga itakutemo soba mi iru mo&lt;br /&gt;zutto...zutto...zutto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;if i find you, i wont lose you a second time&lt;br /&gt;no matter the pain in my chest, i will always be near you.&lt;br /&gt;always...always...always&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105585634766718867?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105585634766718867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105585634766718867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105585634766718867' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105583070478507415</id><published>2003-06-16T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T23:18:26.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm gonna crash, but hey, had a fun and "productive time at Melvin's house, eh, Francisco?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105583070478507415?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105583070478507415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105583070478507415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105583070478507415' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105577116948539102</id><published>2003-06-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T06:46:09.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi everyone... sorry for the lack of blogs.  Hehe.. I still love you, and I'll make it up gentle reader!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105577116948539102?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105577116948539102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105577116948539102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105577116948539102' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105576860537527642</id><published>2003-06-16T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T06:03:25.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ahh....so it begins...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105576860537527642?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105576860537527642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105576860537527642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105576860537527642' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105572967089197275</id><published>2003-06-15T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T19:23:38.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. meet's over...yeah about four and a half hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh...next up &lt;strong&gt;ZONE III CHAMPS&lt;/strong&gt;!! same place same exact time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...i finally have records to place on my next meet.. it was really great actually. i did pretty well..all in all i think i scored about 40 or so points...can't wait for zone 3s which is in about another two weeks or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recap&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;-finals week is coming up....happy father's day to all your guys' dad's...say its from that "guy who writes in this thing" heh heh...anyways yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-three more days until we're seniors!! Oh my goD!! XD yess... and im already feeling the senioritis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- saturday was also pretty good...at least i got to go to kris M's little get together for her b-day...i only stayed for about five minutes though =|...heh. so yeah, whatever, it was well worth three bucks and nowhere to park to say happy birthday to someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i smell like sunblock still...its pretty tough to get it out of your system after staying around waiting and swimming for over ten hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i finally finished the "take- home" part of my english final. sent a letter to University of Davis and San Jose State.. which rocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- still haven't gotten the jeep fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. thats it guys...fun- filled weekend for all i guess. now there's just one more person who has to talk about her weekend....*OhHHhHH MiSs DuCky.... WHeRe Are YoU???* heh...keep rocking guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105572967089197275?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105572967089197275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105572967089197275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105572967089197275' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105566431827162682</id><published>2003-06-15T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T01:13:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was so damn busy, but fun and fulfilling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to a swim meet, albeit, only an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Got one of my finals out the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Partied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chilled while supposed to be working on other final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chilled and got half of the final ^ done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chatted it up with the ladies ;) j/k, j/k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chatted with people who I haven't talked to in like 3 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Had a good all-around day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a summary of my last Saturday before summer vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105566431827162682?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105566431827162682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105566431827162682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105566431827162682' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105566399903286272</id><published>2003-06-15T00:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T00:59:59.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105566399903286272?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105566399903286272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105566399903286272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105566399903286272' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105564035750665492</id><published>2003-06-14T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T18:25:57.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really really really really....really really ...really really really really really really ...really-really &lt;strong&gt;sorry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;dearie&lt;/strong&gt;..i never meant to do that stuff...i guess i was fueled by school stress. please forgive me. you are always going to be kick ass in my heart. so nothing ever happened to YAAKA...you still are. and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105564035750665492?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105564035750665492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105564035750665492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105564035750665492' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105545685404550505</id><published>2003-06-12T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T15:28:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Francisco:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do?  I'm not trying to pull of some "innocent" front because I really don't know what I did wrong to make you shun me the way you do at school.  I'm trying to find out WHAT I did wrong, but I still don't know what it is.  I really don't understand, if you can just take 5 minutes of your life to explain what is going on to a lower life form like me...  Would it kill you to do so?  I'm really not getting any of this.  These are my few months I have left to spend here in Vallejo, and I don't know why it's ending on bad terms with YOU -- the last person I ever expected to have any conflict with.  Can you just PLEASE tell me what is going on because I'm clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna keep ignoring me and giving me the silent treatment.  Then I'm sorry.  I don't know what you're mad at me for.  I'm trying, but you keep running away from me.  I'm sorry I'm not perfect.  I'm sorry for not knowing what it is that's bugging you.  And I'm sorry for wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to YAAKA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the person that will be your friend no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unrequited friendship are unhealthy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105545685404550505?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105545685404550505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105545685404550505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105545685404550505' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105538175790023714</id><published>2003-06-11T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T18:37:22.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im hanging on for dear life &lt;strong&gt;scooter&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was wondering, you guys ever notice that when you blow in a dog's face he or, of course, she gets &lt;em&gt;freakishly&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt; at you, but when you take them in a car he/she sticks his/her head out the window like wind wasn't a factor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. just wondering like a dork (whale's nads) over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Option 3&lt;/strong&gt; still rocks.&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/5434580-105538175790023714?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105538175790023714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105538175790023714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105538175790023714' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105530774397715583</id><published>2003-06-10T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T22:24:22.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh my freaking god please help me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sh*t im soooo on the edge of breaking down, and its almost the end of the year...yeesh. i am so going to love it when this school is over. hey, i wonder if this happened to all the other juniors in the class before us..like, yehno when its like, right at the last hours of school before they became seniors and they just dropped everything because a whole tub full of senioritis juice fell upon them...ehh.. heh...just wondering you know? &lt;strong&gt;keep rocking as usual you two.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant give up....i dont think i ever will...i &lt;strong&gt;MISS&lt;/strong&gt; "her" SOOO MUCH and eversodearly....especially now when she'd probably help out in taking care of my stress. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..just as before..&lt;strong&gt;rock on guys. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105530774397715583?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105530774397715583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105530774397715583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105530774397715583' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105526613769317948</id><published>2003-06-10T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T10:35:15.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The greatest sin of all is &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;procrastination&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are a rock&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I stand&lt;br /&gt;And I come here to talk&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the spotlight shines upon you&lt;br /&gt;And how could anybody deny you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so much lighter&lt;br /&gt;Now I met you&lt;br /&gt;And honey you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I could never go on without you&lt;br /&gt;Green Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you are the sea&lt;br /&gt;Upon which I flow&lt;br /&gt;And I came here to talk&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That green eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And anyone who tried to deny you&lt;br /&gt;Must be out of their mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I came here with a load&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so much lighter&lt;br /&gt;Since I met you&lt;br /&gt;And honey you should know&lt;br /&gt;That I could never go on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay- "Green Eyes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, not neccessarily green eyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105526613769317948?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105526613769317948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105526613769317948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105526613769317948' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105525178540823879</id><published>2003-06-10T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T06:35:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is lonely here.  Have you guys gotten your yearbooks?  I have to get mine.  Scooter I promised you that yellow picture of me and you'll get it if I remember it.  Hehe.  Yups.  Okay well.  Peace out fellahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105525178540823879?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105525178540823879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105525178540823879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105525178540823879' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105505227679705609</id><published>2003-06-07T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T23:26:10.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man im still freaking tired from SATs i guess i was bored out so bad. anyways, i think i wet my pants because of &lt;a href="http://mediaviewer.ign.com/ignMediaPage.jsp?media_id=1727898&amp;object_id=489327&amp;channel_id=70&amp;page_title=Gran+Turismo+4&amp;adString=network%3Dign%26site%3Dps2%26pagetype%3Dmediaimgthin&amp;return_url=http%3A%2F%2Fps2.ign.com%2Fobjects%2F489%2F489327.html"&gt;Gran Turismo 4&lt;/a&gt;...and im still wetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one's wrting in here but me....i feel so lonely. =\ darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105505227679705609?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105505227679705609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105505227679705609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105505227679705609' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105501612325184823</id><published>2003-06-07T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-07T13:02:24.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay..im done with SAT I's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty good i hope i didn't muck that stuff up. and i hope i get at least a 1100 or any four digit score. but anyways...it was pretty cool. at least i knew two people there &lt;strong&gt;Angela&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Norman&lt;/strong&gt;, so at least i wasn't alone in the classroom i was in. soo yeah...dad's b-day so i gotta run. blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105501612325184823?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105501612325184823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105501612325184823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105501612325184823' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105495787156267436</id><published>2003-06-06T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:51:11.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ummm..hey guys hows it going? still &lt;strong&gt;rocking&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;anyways...i am so very sorry to leave very abruptly dearie. something just really digusted me thats why i wasn't so upbeat in the afternoon. ummm so yeah i guess i lied. heh. but yeah i am so very sorry. ~YAAKA~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i feel much better now...practice layed off a little stress. i think the only thing that made me this way was all the stress i had from "stuff" at school and studying for this freaking SAT. oh well..tomorrow's the day, just want to get it over with. yeap. SoOO everythnig is just &lt;strong&gt;dandy&lt;/strong&gt; again. mood changes suck dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday's &lt;strong&gt;rock&lt;/strong&gt; so much. oh yeah and so does this funny funny thing: &lt;a href="http://www.starterupsteve.com/swf/Group_X_video.html"&gt;BANGBANGBANG!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105495787156267436?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105495787156267436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105495787156267436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105495787156267436' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105486954466867750</id><published>2003-06-05T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T20:55:07.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suicide&lt;/strong&gt;. one word that haunts every teen. especially me. 4 out of 5 teens think about it. and at least two &lt;strong&gt;go for it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. practice was great. school was great. life was&lt;s&gt;n't&lt;/s&gt;, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but i bought mark's airsoft glock which is pretty cool. so that was great too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105486954466867750?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105486954466867750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105486954466867750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105486954466867750' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105482155024978103</id><published>2003-06-05T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T06:59:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Before you go tomorrow, just love me today.  Whisper you'll stay with me.  Tread softly as you walk away.  Don't leave me now just stay with me tonight.  For tomorrow we will say goodbye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, very sad.  Yeah, I'd never want anyone to sing that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, summer vacation is almost here.  Hey guys, I think I'm gonna work at McDonalds during summer.  You guys wanna work wid me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105482155024978103?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105482155024978103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105482155024978103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105482155024978103' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105478502566946925</id><published>2003-06-04T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T20:50:25.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What do you think of me having a big-ass party when school ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios amigos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105478502566946925?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105478502566946925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105478502566946925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105478502566946925' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105469335437903472</id><published>2003-06-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T19:22:34.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i finally finished my lit circle project. im tired. and i didn't go to practice either. waay cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105469335437903472?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105469335437903472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105469335437903472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105469335437903472' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105468759163978238</id><published>2003-06-03T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T17:46:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got bitten and/or sting by a wasp. Just thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouchies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105468759163978238?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105468759163978238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105468759163978238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105468759163978238' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105464698183346645</id><published>2003-06-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T06:29:41.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too. Damn. Lazy.  Damn summer days, making me too lazy to blog on this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105464698183346645?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105464698183346645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105464698183346645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105464698183346645' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105460950609168070</id><published>2003-06-02T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T20:18:44.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well...how should i put this...MY DAY (heh)::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..today was pretty peachy...yeah a wilted briused peach, because of the heat...but everything was A-OK...heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just came back from swimming about ten minutes ago...it was pretty fun i might add. and i think i will...&lt;strong&gt;YEAH RIGHT!!&lt;/strong&gt; if you call freaking 12 200s fun...heh. anyways, it was okay but the pool was also very very warm. i did stop once in a while for a breather or a cool off...but once that main set was over everything went smoothly. oh yeah my old VAHJOE friend Cesar Sangalang also came back just today which was pretty cool because i haven't seen that guy since last season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i also had my fair share of evil eyes like this one: &lt;strong&gt;O_o&lt;/strong&gt;...heh. and it came from the one person i wouldn't have known...yeesh. im so freaking frustrated because i never wanted "her" to hate me. but, hey, if "she" feels that way, then go right ahead. its why i gave up in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...sorry to put that in but, i just had to vent. in other news, just to change the subject, im not driving for quite a while...apparently my baby Jeep's poor little gas pump had a boo-boo. heh....in order to fix it i have to remove the whole gas tank, since all Jeeps' gas pump is literally inside the main tank. SoOoO it is very plausible that it'll take weeks to fix...and take out a couple hundred out of me. but....i'd do anything to fix my baby Jeep..heh. im glad my uncle is a mechanic....heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...so that was pretty much the only highlights of the day. again...i say life is very good indeed. i just haven't figured it out yet...heh. whatever. just putting the jibblies down for all to see. hehheh...keep rocking you two.&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/5434580-105460950609168070?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105460950609168070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105460950609168070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105460950609168070' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105459280638789930</id><published>2003-06-02T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T15:26:46.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNEW there was a reason why I hated Blogger.  And this is one of those reasons.  I finally got up a pre-made template... which I must say is HELLA ugly compared to the gray and white one I had put up.  Dammit!  Stupid BLOGGER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was hella hot today... and uhh yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up a comment box... Show the love, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105459280638789930?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105459280638789930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105459280638789930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105459280638789930' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105456082392218836</id><published>2003-06-02T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T06:33:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ergh, what happened to our blog?!?  Stupid BLOGGER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105456082392218836?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105456082392218836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105456082392218836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105456082392218836' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105453131568258524</id><published>2003-06-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T22:23:16.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know i can't view it either...*BaAhHhHHHhH*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105453131568258524?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105453131568258524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105453131568258524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105453131568258524' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105451609009784926</id><published>2003-06-01T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T18:08:09.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My other blog has a hella long post. I'll post it here too if you guys like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I smell like pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, why can't I view the blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105451609009784926?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105451609009784926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105451609009784926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105451609009784926' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105451398381629729</id><published>2003-06-01T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T17:34:09.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>next time i blog im going to take count of how many times i say &lt;strong&gt;anyways&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;heh&lt;/strong&gt;. its pretty funny once you think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105451398381629729?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105451398381629729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105451398381629729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105451398381629729' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105443613537615920</id><published>2003-05-31T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T19:58:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>completed agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- help my gramps move into his new apartment closer to the came home my grandmother is living in&lt;br /&gt;- finish some cleaning and re-arragements in my room&lt;br /&gt;- hook up the freaking 500 dollars worth of t.v. equipment my dad spent for my grandpa....yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;- re- arranged the stuff in the new apartment&lt;br /&gt;- caught up with a little of bio homework&lt;br /&gt;- this blog&lt;br /&gt;- prepped of june 7th's SAT I.. and still prepping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;non- competed agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- learn how to drive my uncle's manual pickup truck...obviously i suck at it. dearly.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;whoa where have the times went? looks like i missed hecka stories and such since this morning. i missed the whole day because of that stuff we had to move. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...im pretty tired and stuff. congrats to scoot for his earnings...keep at it. SoOo i was driving my uncle's pick up this afternoon and i tried my first shot at a manual...andi  gotta say its not too bad. i was okay at it, but at each stop sign in my neighborhood you can see little tire marks from me...heh. its pretty hard to go from stationary to moving in a manual sometimes...it tends to jerk forward and snap your neck back into the seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gramps finally got his okay to move into the new apartments around the Sutter Solano area. the apartment is very nice though...and very roomy. it was a good catch for someone living alone. but of course im going to visist at least once a week...heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...the scariest thing happened yesterday...which was pretty much the only thing keeping me up last night. my sis and i were going down Sterling in my mom's Avalon and i decided to go get something from the pool before i treated her to some Jamba Juice. SoOo i drove down until that left turn lane into that one street i cant remember and i decided to make a u- turn. the street was wet since there was a faulty sprinkler on the way so it was kinda moist on the road. i made my u- turn but ended up screeching out a 360 and hit my tires up on the sidewalk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh man...i was shaking hella hard. its a good thing my tires were fine just a little scratch on the hubs and stuff....but man. it could have been worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105443613537615920?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105443613537615920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105443613537615920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105443613537615920' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105442696018626147</id><published>2003-05-31T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T17:22:40.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was walking home, when, at the intersection of Redwood and Oakwood, a car comes out of nowhere, hits the curb, and makes a loud popping noise, almost like the tire popped, but it didn't. When I see who it is, it's my friend David from Hogan. The last time we had met was during the SAT 1 testing. He gave me a ride home, and we hung out for a while. He sure seems to have changed since our middle school days, just as pretty much everyone has. But him tremendously in ways. Great to see a friend. Today, I might be able to go to his birthday party/ his sister's graduation party for graduating from Berkeley party. Just after I finish this slave work of sanding down and stabilizing chairs and benches. But I do feel accomplished of what I already did today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earn the Engineering and Sculpting merit badges! Woohoo! Now I just need to earn about 20 more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to finish the auto mechanics merit badge, although it will take a really long time to complete it. I got requirements 1-5 done today. The rest is hands on stuff that is going to take 8 hours a day over 2 days. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105442696018626147?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105442696018626147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105442696018626147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105442696018626147' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105441376549071503</id><published>2003-05-31T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T13:42:45.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lately I've been really thinking about life in general.  Why ARE we put on this Earth?  I think that we all DO have a reason, it's up to us to seek the reason why we exist through the period of our lives.  FAMILY and FRIENDS are put on this Earth with us to keep us strong through tough times.  Family was made for the moral and emotional support -- they keep us doing what we're supposed to be doing.  Friends were made to keep us even stronger, but mostly to keep us happy and to give us a reason to look forward to each arriving day.  So, family = love and nurture; and friends = more love and support.  I think that in a way, us humans are kind of like a seed planted in the ground.  The planter plants the seed in hopes that something beautiful will arise from it.  Now, the seed cannot grow unless it is surrounded by some Earth, which in this case represents our family.  The seed cannot grow without water or sunlight, which represents our friends.  The planter, is of course, our Heavenly Father.  The seed does not know its purpose until that actual hour it arrives.  So like the seed, we know not what we are to become.  So, as a young seedling, I ask that you, my friends and family, care for and nurture me with your love.  Wait for the right time I'm ready to blossom.  Because if you don't, like a neglected flower, I will wilt and bear no fruit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts from this dorky girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com/VOL51/1046571/1959576/25917110.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105441376549071503?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105441376549071503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105441376549071503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105441376549071503' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105441156422712438</id><published>2003-05-31T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T13:06:04.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About The Names | to scooter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there buddy!  Well to change your name to "the runner" you have to first sign into blogger.  Then you'll get the options of where to sign into.  And yehno those folders where you can see the journals you manage?  You'll see a folder that says "Update Profile".  Click on that and you can update your profile.  Change your First Name to "the" and change Last Name to "runner".  Okay?  Tell me how it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer | School's almost over&lt;br /&gt;Ooh --13 more school days left.  Oh my goodness, only a little under 2 weeks left for school.  I am truly gonna miss you guys.  =T.  We're almost seniors guys!  'o4!!  WhEW!  Okay well, I'll blog more later.  Hehe.  I really like this template.  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com/VOL51/1046571/1959576/25917110.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105441156422712438?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105441156422712438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105441156422712438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105441156422712438' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105437577893981504</id><published>2003-05-31T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T03:09:38.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>think of &lt;strong&gt;Bernard&lt;/strong&gt; when he was up on the witness stand that one time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh geez, i can't sleep....im really getting stressed out like *BAhHhHhHhHHhH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i dunno...i just can't sleep right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105437577893981504?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105437577893981504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105437577893981504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105437577893981504' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105435497700485001</id><published>2003-05-30T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T21:22:56.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man...there are some pretty ignorant drivers at this time or at least around 7.30...yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...swimming was pretty cool, nothing much. just a whole lotta 25s and such here and there. i pretty much just hung out with my friend &lt;strong&gt;Josiah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nadine&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Noelle&lt;/strong&gt; since they were part of my lane anyway. we were pretty much going off what &lt;strong&gt;Nadine&lt;/strong&gt; called "sets"...haha whatever. but hey it was fun being coached under Tuffy. the way i see it....i think Tuffy's group is all about fun, Bob doesn't have a clue what fun is, and Chris' is a little bit in between....that's why i choose to stay in this group in the first place...heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways...tuffy really knows how to make practices fun. oh and, its also friday so im happy. stay- up- late- eating- beef jerky is what i call a friday...haha. soo, i guess today ended pretty good...not the same, but good. oh yeah cant wait until i get my jeep fixed so i can go driving to school again...yeesh. my jeep is like my baby....hahaha just kidding...heck, its older than i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo....to end things here...&lt;strong&gt;im horny.&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha inside joke, if you dont get it scooter you will later...its nothing really...its just plain funny stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is: BAD!! sooo FREAking BaD!!...hah j/k.. &lt;strong&gt;its great..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105435497700485001?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105435497700485001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105435497700485001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105435497700485001' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105435425100665852</id><published>2003-05-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T21:10:50.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dang, how can I edit this thing? Can you change my blog entry name to "The Runner"? hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105435425100665852?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105435425100665852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105435425100665852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105435425100665852' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105433839880235845</id><published>2003-05-30T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:54:37.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooh cool. the template looks pretty catchy...is this that punk rocker one? hehe its okay...it really didnt matter if t he etch-a-sketch one didn't work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways....coach Chris isn't, err , coaching today! yay! we have tuffy coaching us today, which means....SHARKS AND MINNOWS!! heehee...time for me to get &lt;strong&gt;Shark'd&lt;/strong&gt; for old times sake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope its cold in the water today because its kinda warm today. heh...yesterday was so freaking cloudy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill blog later...gotta go get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105433839880235845?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105433839880235845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105433839880235845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105433839880235845' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105433809796681714</id><published>2003-05-30T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:46:49.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New Template Up | 4:42pM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.  I've got this new template up.  FINALLY.  I'm so sorry &lt;a href="http://upsaid.com/frizzko"&gt;Frisko&lt;/a&gt; but it's not that cool Etch-a-Sketch one.  It had too many editing to do.  I hope you and Scooter like this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Weather | Cloudy; Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the weather so cold?  What happened?  Just 2 days ago I was wearing my sarong and chillin' in the sun!!??  Oh well.  Yeah... Tristan said it was supposed to be like over 100 degrees on Monday and Tuesday.  Yup.  Well, yeah... I guess I'll be OUT now... I have to go get ready for some visitors.  I still have to call Mandap tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic4.picturetrail.com/VOL51/1046571/1959576/25917110.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upsaid.com/missducky"&gt;jOurnaL&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://homestarrunner.com/sbemail.html"&gt;sTrongbAd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105433809796681714?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105433809796681714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105433809796681714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105433809796681714' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105432114687487618</id><published>2003-05-30T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T16:21:13.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now I'm eating lunch, well actually, I'm done. This weekend I'm probably gonna be busy. On Saturday I'll be at a merit badge shindig. You guys don't need to know what that is. On Sunday I'll probably go to the classic car show at the waterfront, earning some community service hours hopefully. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go see Finding Nemo. It looks so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meet me at midnight&lt;br /&gt;At the broadcast tower&lt;br /&gt;High above the hollywood sign&lt;br /&gt;You bring your guitar and I'll bring my radio (radio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone will come from miles around&lt;br /&gt;To witness this beautiful site&lt;br /&gt;We'll set bonfires and pretend its the 4th of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the starting of a brand new revolution&lt;br /&gt;Bite the hand that feeds&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and fight against messages that they're sending&lt;br /&gt;Stop their frequency&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ataris: "Radio #2"&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/5434580-105432114687487618?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105432114687487618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105432114687487618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105432114687487618' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105426241898188668</id><published>2003-05-29T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T21:05:27.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figure I gotta say something else in this blog. I've been on a lazy streak lately unless it pertains to chemistry. This will be my happy, positive blog. I guess. Well, what has happened that makes me overjoyed now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should go do some homework and clean my room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from now on, any lyrics I post are probably how I'm feeling, or the song is just so kick ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105426241898188668?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105426241898188668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105426241898188668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105426241898188668' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105422682412910543</id><published>2003-05-29T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T09:47:04.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105422682412910543?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105422682412910543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105422682412910543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105422682412910543' title=''/><author><name>Leon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05340777684398606382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105418087000427288</id><published>2003-05-28T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T21:01:10.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i am sooo freaking tired. haha this new stuff is pretty cool. check out our one-n-d-one-v-one-d-u-at-l-five roll call...very catchy stuff. oh and i hope our &lt;br /&gt;at-r-c-h-one-v-three-five list grows quickly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha man that took me very long to interpret...im just kidding. anyways....so, as i expected we got our asses worked at practice today. pool water was nice and very cold though but coach made us do very hard stuff. my arms hurt and i am barely typing all this stuff...haha. whatever. it was fun though because after we got to work on dives and stuff. finally im back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, went home to one very hot and stuffy room. cut my prom pics which really didn't turn out too bad. i mean, i was alone and stuff, but it didn't matter. haha. went ahead and cut them for later... our group pics had major rockage though...they came out really good. haha and katrina made a joke back in second period where you-know-who looked kinda constipated...haha it sorta does though once you think about it...heh. but anyways, they came out very nicely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoOoO....now i have two journals to take care of...grr. o_O... haha oh well...i think ill have to retire the life's ups and downs one because this one is just waaaay too cool. anyways...that old one was really bogus (joe D term haha). whatever..oh yeah and trials are finally over!! yay! and ms. brum brum isnt in for another two days!! YAy again! alrighty guys i think i've said enough...heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105418087000427288?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105418087000427288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105418087000427288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105418087000427288' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105416207174146941</id><published>2003-05-28T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:47:51.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whooo hooo!!! the beginning of a new set of memories and thoughts....again...for my third time. hahah just kidding...cool stuff. anyways ill post again later after i get worked to the bone at practice...thats when thoughts come to my mind...haha. Rock ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105416207174146941?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105416207174146941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105416207174146941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105416207174146941' title=''/><author><name>Frisko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428279971808467105</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5434580.post-105416118810787416</id><published>2003-05-28T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:36:30.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer is officially in session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;('Cause I said so.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5434580-105416118810787416?l=5umm3rday5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105416118810787416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5434580/posts/default/105416118810787416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://5umm3rday5.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105416118810787416' title=''/><author><name>katrina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00888412327223399801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
