<?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-6175285</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:42.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shake me up</title><subtitle type='html'>life.friends.things.time
You will live!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6175285.post-111698708945246161</id><published>2005-05-24T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:11:29.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Locked up, but no key was ever made.This is the last 15 days we will ever live free.The last 360 hoursThe last 21600 minutesThe last a296000 seconds.take your last breath. Swallow. Face truth.Untill now our lives have been sheltered shells we hide beneath and pull our arms and legs into if we get scared.15 days left in our Jr year and then that shell gets cracked.Next year we are on our own. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/111698708945246161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/111698708945246161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111698708945246161' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-110585407474955469</id><published>2005-01-16T01:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T00:41:14.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My awesome, wicked, hardcore day!Today i woke up at my normal time of 11:30 and i turned off my robot that wakes me up. i named him greg just the other day actally. So then i took a shower in my solid gold bathtub. i then chose my wardrobe out of my 30 3-piece suits that i own. i think i made the right desicion. so it was breakfast time by then so i made my way down the escolator and by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110585407474955469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110585407474955469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110585407474955469' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-110453311937941103</id><published>2004-12-31T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T17:45:19.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!no resolutions, no recaps, no regrets. Have a happy new year and i love you all.DRIVE SAFE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110453311937941103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110453311937941103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110453311937941103' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-110127895996950881</id><published>2004-11-24T01:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T01:50:14.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These eyesThese eyes have seen good timesAnd these eyes have seen real liesAnd these eyes have made it throughAnd will make it through much moreThen you could ever keep scoreThese eyes have made it through death and tragedyThese eyes have made it past life and sensitivityThese eyes have been through think and thinAnd they will do it againThey will do it againThese eyes have sparked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110127895996950881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110127895996950881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110127895996950881' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-110046281222225142</id><published>2004-11-14T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:12:44.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just ignore me.Im dumb.I wish you to be happy.I wish you to read this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110046281222225142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/110046281222225142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110046281222225142' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-109989139831175206</id><published>2004-11-07T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:28:27.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Run enough and there is nothing to run from anyway"The solution:.Ignore this naging feeling of college. Ignore the future. When it screams in your face, scream back. Louder, Stonger, Longer. Bolt your windows lock your doors. Dont belive in the future. This is running.Run far. Run into the sunset, with your lover in hand.Run to endless possiblitlys and dont let society tell you otherwise.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109989139831175206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109989139831175206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109989139831175206' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-109799306762955035</id><published>2004-10-17T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T01:08:09.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A post, A thought, A concern, A question, A remark, and last fo all, A statementThe days are shorter. Every day carrying forward with a hint of foreshowding. Each showing dispair of the unknown; the future, each showing laughter and life of the past. I am yet to be in the real heat of the fire. I am not the one sprinting with everything i have to the finish. I am just one feeling the nagging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109799306762955035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109799306762955035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109799306762955035' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-109647682607246690</id><published>2004-09-29T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T11:53:46.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The equation of lifejob+crosscountry+school+river= missing peopleBlogs seem dead.or everyone else is dead.goodbye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109647682607246690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109647682607246690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109647682607246690' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-109521099399121712</id><published>2004-09-14T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:18:09.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life lessonsand todays lesson of the day is: dont make any decisions while taking dayqile, decisions in general but mainly revolving around the color of your hair. chirs, i warned you. i warned you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109521099399121712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109521099399121712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109521099399121712' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-109280566161915714</id><published>2004-08-18T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T00:07:41.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keep this ticket stubTake a picture. Show your self years and years for now how damn happy you were. you are. you will be.thoughts fiil my head but nothing reaches my fingertips. All too hard to express.All to complex for comprehension of sybols and words.I wish to preseve myself in this state, freaze my emotions, all to be had and thawed out years later. happy.nothing left to say. nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109280566161915714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109280566161915714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109280566161915714' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-109078370750637605</id><published>2004-07-25T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T14:28:27.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One month later.... Isnt it funny how fast a entire month can pass? Isnt it silly how fast someone can waste their summer. It is silly indeed.This is depressing how close it is to the start of school again. Nothing has changed....i still have no clue what i would like in life..except happieness. I dont give a shit about money or anything. Damn its wierd to think how fast the rest of my life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109078370750637605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/109078370750637605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109078370750637605' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108814508846764986</id><published>2004-06-25T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T00:41:49.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The way the world worksAn observer, watching with his eyes fixed upon everything, anything at all. A look of sadness appears upon his face. In shear disappointment he expresses to another on looker "kids are funny things you know" This gentle stranger replies "why would you say that?" "Well just take a look down there, for example, take this group of kids, they are not in school, they are not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108814508846764986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108814508846764986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108814508846764986' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108771446380323627</id><published>2004-06-20T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T01:54:23.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wind &amp; SandI finaly got to see sophie, so anything we could have done tonight would be a good time. we decided to go to the beach, too bad it was really windy and slightly cold. I really like beaches but i hate sand...is that weird?Waiting here with hopes the phone will ringAnd I'm thinking awful thingsI'm pretty sure that few would notice.And this apartment is starving for an argument.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108771446380323627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108771446380323627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108771446380323627' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108693268197239560</id><published>2004-06-11T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T01:04:09.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sleep or awakei havnt really been sleeping normal hours lately, its wierd because i have been taking a lot of naps and have been dreaming alot but the dreams are just normal things that could happen so i have been getting mixed up weather im dreaming or awake...its odd to feel this way*insert applying song lyric here*W00t W00t school is out, that makes me soo happy. It will be another 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108693268197239560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108693268197239560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108693268197239560' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108649420880435324</id><published>2004-06-05T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T22:56:48.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i am going to start titling postsIts hard to give yourself the benifit of the doubt when you know yourself, your life, and your luck so well. I think that my problem, i dont give my self the benifit of the doubt and in result. I am correct.I had a fun night, could have been a little better but i was hanging with the people i love and thats all that matters. i got a lot of studying to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108649420880435324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108649420880435324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108649420880435324' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108622431218442822</id><published>2004-06-02T19:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T19:58:32.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>W00tJJoyfulOOrderlySSpecialHHilariousUUnforgettableAAstoundingName / Username:Name Acronym GeneratorFrom Go-Quiz.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108622431218442822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108622431218442822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108622431218442822' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108467988963480563</id><published>2004-05-15T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:59:41.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>               omlet           mud fight       laying around     +______________          a good day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108467988963480563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108467988963480563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108467988963480563' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108356056529513550</id><published>2004-05-03T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T00:08:41.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yet another school night that i sit up because i cant sleep, dont worry its only 1:04 well i just wrote this, its not to good because im sleep deprived and feeling sick but i felt like writing. It describes a battle btween people and society and at the same time the bigger picture is really a battle with one's self. tell me what you think, honestly.The superman in us allThe corporate world is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108356056529513550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108356056529513550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108356056529513550' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108346332116979636</id><published>2004-05-01T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T21:06:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM A JERK. me and sarah are no longer dating. end</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108346332116979636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108346332116979636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108346332116979636' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108302521338564903</id><published>2004-04-26T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:24:26.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> am disapointed with my self, the point was to have a new skin for my blog and i had to get to extravigant, to the point where the 20,000 lines of code wouldnt save in the space provided and fuck up my blog. tisk tisk tisk. i havent had mch time on the internet so be patient and i promise a new skin.Alright real story: you know you go to river when...:I was at a assembly at my school and it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108302521338564903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108302521338564903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302521338564903' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108242511915194406</id><published>2004-04-19T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T20:42:42.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>still working on the new layout, lots of things to fix but i think it is cool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108242511915194406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108242511915194406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242511915194406' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-108025198468367236</id><published>2004-03-25T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T17:05:41.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long time no see. i wrote this it is sort of saves the day style because i have been listening to them a lot latly here ya goFall BackThese nights they pass like a long slow trainThese thoughts that linger in my brainForever if you let goI am here for when you showHold on. These nights still standReach out. Take my handTake my hand tonight. TonightOnly if you make it byDo you really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108025198468367236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/108025198468367236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108025198468367236' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107887756968462001</id><published>2004-03-09T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:20:59.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that when I should be living life the most, I am there watching it instead, as if it is some type of movie?The things that I screw up are things that I dont really live, and I wish I could go back and live them just to see.What am I going to do with my life? Thats the real question here.This socially structured world that we live in programs us to be something. But what is it that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107887756968462001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107887756968462001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887756968462001' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107776779550273653</id><published>2004-02-25T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T23:01:32.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>funny thing happend the other day. i now sit here broken, non-instantly repairable.These cuts are leaving creaseTrace the scars, fir the piecesTo tell your story, you don't need to say a word-dashboardit seems as if each horrible pain you feel is greater then the last, maybe cause the pain you are feeling right then is the only pain that exists. sitting home is boring. there is nothing to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107776779550273653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107776779550273653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776779550273653' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107714328025564754</id><published>2004-02-18T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T17:30:40.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"THERE IS NO GOOD AND EVIL, THERE IS JUST HATE"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107714328025564754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107714328025564754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714328025564754' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107662096045124695</id><published>2004-02-12T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:25:12.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Same old. Yeah that has been life, besides getting my temps finally, my life has been boring and redundant. Such routine wakes up, go school, comes home, sit/think/read, sleep. Life, shouldn’t it be exciting or meaningful? Well so far the meaning to mine is redundancy. I do know, I am complaining but I need something more in life o well. Long post coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107662096045124695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107662096045124695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662096045124695' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107613121773564914</id><published>2004-02-07T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T00:22:41.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yeah so tonight = dumb and counter productive. yeha thats all i have to say, down to the base of all things. It was a good time anyway. well i neverhave anything to say so what would i say here? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107613121773564914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107613121773564914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107613121773564914' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107553156648865375</id><published>2004-01-31T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T01:49:45.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>long time no post. I got DSL now and it is sweet and very fast:). well I dont have anything meaningfrul to say to anyone. I am sitting here reading divinchi code. A very great book. go read it now!!! go on, be more productive then being on this internet.------nothing else- night...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107553156648865375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107553156648865375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107553156648865375' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107320296394182080</id><published>2004-01-04T02:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T02:56:22.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay.self relizations (this should be fun) frist of all i complain way too much about things that dont matter.2)I exspect things to happen with out making them.3)i relay on my friends to be good friends with out returning this.4) i am way too sensitive and i ahet myself for that. the point i relized that i should try to change. Or as my blog says i need to live life for what what it is. Lately i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107320296394182080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107320296394182080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107320296394182080' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107276355735109856</id><published>2003-12-30T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T19:46:09.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its going good. Went for two days to new york to snowboad, that was a good time, i am still really really tired from that and all the driving. I relized i like riding in cars, you get to listen to misic and think and sort things out i like it a lot actaly and new york is really pretty. dont know what im going to do this week but it should be something. why dont i get comments its sad, how do you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107276355735109856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107276355735109856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107276355735109856' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107224961105912184</id><published>2003-12-24T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T02:07:07.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you everyone for the gifts i really like them all. Well HAPPY HOLIDAYS! not to much to say right now just love you all and have a great christmas or hanika (ha i made up my own spelling) or kwanza (there too) what ever the holiday just be joyfull, for your friends, family, and some other f (no ian not that one!) word that would fit here but i cant think of . night all and to all a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107224961105912184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107224961105912184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224961105912184' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-10721654471220283</id><published>2003-12-23T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T02:44:22.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOW. i went to bed last night at 5 in the morningand no3w it is 3 in the morning and i am still up. I went to bed last night so late because i was reading a really good book that was addicting. Its called " the preks of being a wallflower" it is really god but also really sad. it is about this boy who veiws the world rather than perticipates in life, he is in highschool and doesnt really have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/10721654471220283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/10721654471220283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10721654471220283' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107162305445693780</id><published>2003-12-16T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T20:04:28.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sitting here watching minutes tick by. awaiting the break! I feel like i havent seen anyone for a long time in a long time, its wired because i know i have seen people last weekend but i kinda just feel stranded and blah.o well this shall pass as all things seem to come to pass. i dont want to go to school anymore this week it should be over. I had a dream lastnight that i was at school </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107162305445693780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107162305445693780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107162305445693780' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107144156015322008</id><published>2003-12-14T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T17:39:33.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was pretty sweet. Me, Chris, Jim, Eric, and Kenny went extrem sledding. That was a good time, there were these crazy guysthere that were funny and a large mud pit with a ramp biult over it. I hurt all over now but it was a good time.Then when we were about to leave we decided to ambush these random kids with snowballs so we snuck up and ambushed them and had a snowball fight. then we left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107144156015322008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107144156015322008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107144156015322008' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107128987240982174</id><published>2003-12-12T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T23:31:25.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good day, feeling much better, went to school and basicaly watched movies in every class =) then came home sat around and jim randomly came here. Good night- We left and went to josh's to watch extended loard of the rings good movie, aw man i cant wait till wednesday when i get to see the last one, then we decided we are playing a slick game over break-I wont go into detail about that but that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107128987240982174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107128987240982174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107128987240982174' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107117079815943377</id><published>2003-12-11T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T19:06:19.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Im sitting here all day with nothing to do, it is really kinda boring. I watched fight  club and that was good. I want some soup but i dont have any =(. I cant wait till tim starts posting on his discusion page, that should be fun, it is soo much fun to talk about philosphy and stuff like that. So about a week and a half ago i relized the person that i am and that i want to change how i act </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107117079815943377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107117079815943377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117079815943377' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107116036246326542</id><published>2003-12-11T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T14:21:32.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well im am here, and i just put the new template up and links and everything, all done now it looks semi okay. well let me know what you think of it. i dont really have much to say so untill i have things to say, posts are going to be kinda short, I should have things to say later well...fin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107116036246326542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107116036246326542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107116036246326542' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107110255359068119</id><published>2003-12-10T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T11:34:18.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel sick. BLAH! that was me being sick the end!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107110255359068119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107110255359068119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107110255359068119' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107102090263738261</id><published>2003-12-09T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T20:48:34.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello, ah back to the old postings, what fun, well i think im getting sick because i feel like crap, ntohing else very new, i got to work on this and get the skin and comments   ...fin.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107102090263738261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107102090263738261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107102090263738261' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6175285.post-107074473424199283</id><published>2003-12-06T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T20:47:29.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha, i just learned  a lot. this is another attempt at a blog and i will try hard to keep updated, if i dont, beat me up and then i will well got to get a new skin, this ones lame, love you all bye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107074473424199283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6175285/posts/default/107074473424199283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://from-now-on.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107074473424199283' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12963383366306555616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
