<?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-8692630</id><updated>2011-08-11T01:17:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one step at a time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-111394070240762511</id><published>2005-04-19T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:44:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My short story in Progress</title><content type='html'>sssshhhhhh....we have to be very very quite, as to not diturbe the princess. See she's sleeping over there, we wouldn't want her to scream, it might wake up the dragon, Belvidere. He is a terrible beast, large and he smells of the worst possible smell. His eyes can burn holes in your heart and his breath is as hot as fire. He is no ordinary dragon, in that he can take the shape of many things, so as to see him right now, in his natural form, is amazing. Belvidere was once a terrible man, inflicting disease on the most beautiful women in the world. He cast wicked spells into their eyes which caused the women to see such horrifying reflections that they would go to any extreme to look normal again. But the remarkable thing of it was that to you or me, they look absolutley amazing. The spells Belvidere cast took many lives, driving these women to skin and bones until their very own spirt within could not take it and decided the only way to survive was eat itself. I hope those sad souls made it somewhere not on earth. I have heard stories of women eating enough for a whole army only to spit it out as fast as they ate it. I have heard of such stories from town to town that i visit, from home to home that have finally pointed me into this direction. It was when i finally went to the town of sir clare monty that i was told there was a princess that had been taken by Belvidere. They showed me paintings of her, so beatuful she was, i nearly collapsed when my heart sunk into my chest. I felt a sensation i had never felt before, the queen came to me and said in a voice as close to an angels, "She is amazingly beautiful and very intelligent. She can joke as good as the jester and can compete with any man in this world. Her eyes have the sparkle of the rarest gems and her heart is open to the world. I think you brave knight, have fallen in love. It was the evil dragon Belvidere that has taken our princess away, he has cast one of the most wicked spells on her and i'm afraid that your true love, the look you have in your eye when you nearly collapsed is the only thing to save her. Go sweet knight, cross that giant ocean and fight off all the beast that get in your way. Walk up to that dragon and slay him, save our princess and she will be yours. look into her eyes and show her love, she will awake and be yours. save the princess, you havnt much time."----- And so here i am, so close, i have been through so much to get here. crossing that sea was no easy task, i came accross so many creatures, non of which thought much of killing me. my sword went through them with such ease, i feel it is my destiny to save the princess. So wait here, Belvidere is going to fall to my sword, and i will save the princess... ---( the knight steps out from behind the rocks he was crouching behind. slowly he rveals his sword from his hip, long and straight, made of the most precious metals on the earth. the sword looked as if it was glowing as the knight brought it up over his head. he made no sound, as light as an angel sent down from heaven, he made his way to Belvidere. the knight crept up and made his way to the front of the giant dragon, neither Belvidere or the princess awoke. the knight brought the sword up of his head and with one swift blow brought that sword and all its mercy down upon the dragons neck. Belvidere shot up and fire came from his mouth, his blood shot out and caught the surrounding trees on fire. the princess woke with the loudest scream, she was terrified and ran from her reflection in the sword. Belvidere blew fire towards the knight, who ducked behind a rock to save himself. when the dragon tried to take flight the knight jumped and took off one of the dragons wings which brought him down so hard the earth began to shake. Belvidere tried to make his way up but the knight slashed off his arm and dismembered a leg. Belvidere layed there in agony, with no strength left, the knight took his sword and raised high above the dragons head, when it came down, it was smooth and quite. Belvidere made no noise, his eyes wide, his breath vacant and his life escaped and his soul taken to bottoms of hell. the knight did not waste time, he went straight for the princess, who had taken refuge behind a rock. the words that were spoken are of the most beautiful and amazing i have ever heard.)---- "Princess , Princess. open and your eyes and look at me. I have only heard of the ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-111394070240762511?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/111394070240762511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=111394070240762511' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111394070240762511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111394070240762511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-short-story-in-progress.html' title='My short story in Progress'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-111327374798527830</id><published>2005-04-17T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T15:57:19.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be a myspace WHORE!!!!</title><content type='html'>well well, i dont write on here nearly as often as i should, but this myspace thing is annoying. im going to contradict myself by saying its kinda cool but at the same time i find myself wondering if im a loser because i dont have many friends on it. my girlfriend gets a new friend everyday and although she has only ten more friends than me, i can feel my competitive nature coming out in the worst. its like i want to add everyone in myspace a friend just to have more than her. gosh im pathetic! and what about all those people that add friends they dont even know. i understand the bands but not the made up girls promoting their sex sites! i had one email me and say she liked my pics and to check hers out. so i went to her profile and it was pretty norml except one part...it was a link to some porno site. now ill admit i was almost tempted to take a look, but you had to pay...so i got a good eye full and moved on.  but ive seen all these people add friends of these girls that theyll probably never know....but maybe these guys are myspace pimps or something. anyway.... i went to the beach yesterday...pb drive..... and i got sunburned. hey if kid nix can burn then so can this dirty mexican. my eyes still fucked up but my emo glasses are keeping me in the pimp game.....j/k. leigh reads that and shell bitch slapp me when she sees me again. hes a little qoute by me...i think its original or at least ive never heard it before..."I'm going to bitch slapp you....... with my penis!" i told that to leigh and then went on to put myself down by saying if i even wanted to do that i would end up suffocating her trying to get close enough to slap her with my wiener. these are our wierd conversations. they keep the time going. peace out for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-111327374798527830?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/111327374798527830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=111327374798527830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111327374798527830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111327374798527830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wanna-be-myspace-whore.html' title='I wanna be a myspace WHORE!!!!'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-111259286428667939</id><published>2005-04-03T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:34:24.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well tomorrow im going to try and go back to school. its been three weeks, and im pretty far behind, but im going to go see where i stand. im not looking forward to walking up all those stairs at school, my depth perception is off and i have to stare at my feet to walk up the stairs. I get some pretty bad headaches now, that send me to my bed, so hopefully tylanol will do their job tomorrow. my girl and i are going strong again, it feels good, i hate those little bumps in the road.  i respect her so much, she spent all weekend studying for a biology and chemistry test.... i would have a hard time studying more than an hour....on both. her comitment to it is sexy in a way.  i found my way to my space....reluctantly but its kinda cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-111259286428667939?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/111259286428667939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=111259286428667939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111259286428667939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111259286428667939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2005/04/challenges.html' title='Challenges....'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-111223588577209210</id><published>2005-03-30T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T18:24:45.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can see straight!!!!</title><content type='html'>well is been a few days since i last wrote, and some things have changed a little bit. my relationship with my girlfriend is better, at least for now and i hope it stays that way. she went back to hawaii and i get to see her again in may when i fly out out there, the distance kills us but if were strong we can get through it. as for my eye, i had plastic surgery this last thursday and the doctors were happy. they realligned my eye, so i no longer see doubles when looking straight ahead, but i have difficulty looking up and down and still have some double vision when looking in certian directions. but its hard to tell if that will go away, i just have to wait for the swelling to go down. i have another two weeks of recovery. the detective on the case hasnt heard any new information, so the chances of finding this guy are looking slim. hopefully things will work out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-111223588577209210?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/111223588577209210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=111223588577209210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111223588577209210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111223588577209210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-can-see-straight.html' title='i can see straight!!!!'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-111135262794365070</id><published>2005-03-20T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T13:03:47.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard times</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its been a while since i last wrote, i think right around my birthday. things have changed so much since then. this really good relationship, or at least i thought i was in, has gone somewhat sour. i think the distance is finally getting to her, but shes not happy. she feels second best, to my going out on the weekends. i dont feel like its like that, but you cant change how someone feels, you can only try to fix the problem. but i almost feel like she wants me not to have a life, while shes in hawaii (paradise) going out all the time and having fun with friends. one who she admitted to liking, some guy that hangs out in her little group of friends, who she spends her free time with and is probably getting to know better than me. sounds more like im second best. things like this happen, i know and its not the first time ive been through it, but its something you never get used to. the only good thing, isnt even a good thing. its sad that it had to take an unfortunate accident on my part to make her realize/think she wants to be with me. last saturday, the 12th, i was at a party in ob with babs and neen, we were trying the leave the party when we came accross some guy who was trying to pick a fight with us. after trying to talk him down, he spit at this couple that was with us, they began to wrestle and i helped to break it up. while the girls got in this guys face, the other guy with us ran up the street, i continued walking up the street and when i turned to see if the girls were coming, i saw this guy running at me and thats the last thing i remember. apperently he kicked me in my face while i was on the ground, but either way when i came to, i got up and the girls walked me to a car and drove me to the hospital. i nearly lost all sight in my right eye and part of my eye socket had collapsed. well at the hospital they performed sergury that saved my eye, and now the vision is getting better. i was restricted to my bed for five days and im not able to go to school or work for at least three weeks. even the task of writing this is painful. i find out what day theyll perform plastic sergury to correct the eye this monday. and to top it all off we found out my health ins ran out on march 1st. so now im looking at some pretty big hospital bills. and now back to my girlfriend, who had broken up with me, to figure things out, in the process a new relationship started behind my back, and when she heard of what happened to me, realized she wanted to be with me. well she flew in to town on the 16th, her birthday and drove up to see me. she spent thursday and friday nights with me and they were amazi ng. and then she left to go to vegas with babs, the trip already planned and told her to go instead of staying here with me. well this morning, sunday the 20th, she began to express how she felt like the didnt know me, how she felt that the things i say to her are a bunch of bullshit and obviously shes not happy, but she feels like there meaningful when were together. all this while im on house arrest until i get better, ive had a few friends come over and a few call, but out of all those people i hang out with from one weekend to the next, not to many have bothered to call. the depression is kicking in and each day gets longer and longer. as for my girlfriend, only she really knows what she wants, i get to hang out and wait, patiently. i guess thats all im really good at now, waiting patiently. i love this girl, but she pushes so hard for me not to be around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. if anyone can tell me how to post a picture, ill post a picture of my eye. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-111135262794365070?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/111135262794365070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=111135262794365070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111135262794365070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/111135262794365070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2005/03/hard-times.html' title='hard times'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-110800128627650649</id><published>2005-02-09T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T18:08:06.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 hours till 22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i dont get to this very often. i just havnt been in the writing mood as of late, and im sorry to all those who read this. but 22 is in 6 hours and i dont know if i should be excited or depressed. i can say that i am excited that leigh...that might be the first time i said her name... will be coming from hawaii to spend my birthday with me. we plan on going to disenyland for the weekend and i plan on enjoys the limited time i get with her to the fullest. i would have to say that this relationship has turned very serious, i can actually see myself settling down and devoting a life to her. up until i began falling in love with her, i pictured myself a bachelor for life. one relationship after another and listening to screamo and "ill stab you with my knife and eat your heart out" lyrics until i was fifty. but now i notice i go check a lot of acoustic stuff on purevolume, mainly for the lyrics and love ballads. its nice to read that all is well in NY. your tranformation from sinner to winner is good, but where does that leave monique? no sex in the freddie room huh? thats all good, but i can say its not for me. and if leigh reads this, im sorry about the eagles. i was rooting for them to pull through, but some bad forth quarter decision and shitty time managment really messed them up. also i want to address this publically, i think i just did above, but i love you. ill see you soon and were going to have a great time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-110800128627650649?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/110800128627650649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=110800128627650649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/110800128627650649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/110800128627650649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2005/02/6-hours-till-22.html' title='6 hours till 22'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-110658743510217526</id><published>2005-01-24T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:23:55.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the long delay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;wow it has been way to long since i have written on this. sorry for the delay but i got really lazy since my last post and when school got out my girlfriend came into down and actually just left on the 23rd. it sucks! so i can fill you in on whats been going on. i finished school and got two c's and two b's. i actually thought i was going to do better than that...maybe three b's and one c but either way the classes count and ill never have to take them over. once school was over my girl came into town and we spent as much time as possible together, which pretty much meant every second i wasnt at work. it was a blast...from watching football at pb bar and grill, sitting around either of our houses, to running at least two miles at a time with her, to the emerald plaza in downtown sd on new years, the tavern on sunday---hip hop night---i didnt fit in---but maybe kidnix would----maybe not. we even made it down to mexico once and had our fair share of dollar coronas and we even made it to a strip club. my girl got on stage and even danced on the pole...it was the hottest thing i had ever seen. now im bacl to the same old routine, work and school....and id much rather just be at school then work. turning 22 in a few weeks, the only thing that makes it exciting is the fact my girl will be coming home for a few days to try and spend my birthday and valentines day together. well it nice to see freddie doing good out there in NY but i personally like wearing shorts and a t-shirt in january.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-110658743510217526?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/110658743510217526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=110658743510217526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/110658743510217526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/110658743510217526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-delay.html' title='the long delay'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-110066440820885840</id><published>2004-11-16T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T20:06:48.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday 11/16</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;well its tuesday and i  have just come to the realiation that i have tons of school work due by next tuesday. two papers and two test. whats a guy going to do. and to top it all off my girl is coming home on saturday. thats a good thing but it does mean that i want to get both papers done by friday so i can enjoy the weekend. the weekend was good. friday was spent watching rise against and bad religion. saturday nathan turned one and the whole family came out to celebrate. that night i went out with some of our friends, troy, kruf, brad, babs and umpa and then some people from work. we all went to the yard house and it was a really good time. i ended up going back to ryans house---texas from work---with kruf and we all just kept drinking and bullshitting. sunday was a recovery day filled with a long ass game of football. monday was back to work and watching the game at o'harleys in poway with texas.  go philly i guess.  hey snake aka mean green or akaa mr humble what day you getting into town? let us all know because everyone is asking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-110066440820885840?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-110002960143775025</id><published>2004-11-09T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T11:46:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i almost punched that---</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ouch! i have this blister on my heel i think i might die from it. but really i probably should have wore socks to stop it from rubbing on my shoes. wow the temperature sure is dropping here in SD. its not as cold as NY but these thin track jackets aint doing the job. miss hawaii just got an earlier flight home and now we get to spend a week together. well its unfortunate i have to work monday and wednesday and school on tuesday but i do have thursday thru sunday when she leaves off which will be nice. moving on to other subjects---&gt; my fantasy football team is kicking ass finally. i ran into some problems with mcnair going down and having to find another Qb but i picked up the steelers rookie who is kicking ass. I also just picked up their D in time for them to stomp the pats and the chickens, i mean the eagles. poor owens, he couldnt show any disrespect to the other team. and now with all my key players--- priest, tiki, farve, rothlesbirger, pitt D,---i should be able to win the rest of my games. oh my leagues name it gotmunchies on yahoo and my team name is obvious.  linguistics class just got canceled for thursday which is nice cause its confusing as hell. not really hard once you get it, just confusing until you get it. hey kid i almost punched that fat ass spoiled little bitch "look at my bottom of the line mercedes, my dad has his own jet and will fly me anywhere" slut whore brittney in her shitsu little face on monday. i was helping a customer right before we closed and getting is information from a ford service writer. when she came out of no where and called me an idiot right in front of the customer, she said that shit so loud like i did something wrong. the customer called her a bitch when we went outside. oh after she said it i was so pissed after i looked at her she immediatly tried to give me a hug and say(in the fakest ear piercing voice) "i love you rog" i wanted to rip out her vocal cords and feed them to her. maybe not that extreme but just one more reason why i hate that job. only pugh (texas) and miller time make the job likable. well enough of that too.---&gt;miss hawaii i cant wait to see your sexy ass. I especially cant wait to go see a movie! oh and if you think youre going to drink me under the table then you better start practicing. tilt the head back open your throat and swallow it like a champ. i love you but you aint got shit on me. ___im not sure if that sounds right. yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-110002960143775025?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/110002960143775025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=110002960143775025' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/110002960143775025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/110002960143775025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-almost-punched-that.html' title='i almost punched that---'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109988546501065066</id><published>2004-11-07T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:44:25.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simpsons premiere</title><content type='html'>i made it through the weekend with almost no technicalities. just one but it came from frustration and its been talked about.  hey i went down to mexico for $1 coronas with babs and the scream machine. it was fun except that the scream machine tries to fight everyone.  things with the girl are still going strong. although id have to say this week has been very hard. i never knew i could miss someone so much, but it happens i guess. my football team finally won and look out for the steelers. i gotta give props to the bolts but i hate it at the same time. id like it miss hawaii would post on this but i think shes being a little shy guys. show her some encouragement, root her on. the season premiere of the simpsons is on tonight. im excited about that. oh we played football today, some of the boys and it was so much fun. but i can only think about one thing. it takes over every other thought. im overwhelmed by it but i wouldnt want it any other way. well im off for now. you all stay cool with your bad selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109988546501065066?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109988546501065066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109988546501065066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109988546501065066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109988546501065066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/11/simpsons-premiere.html' title='simpsons premiere'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109953378010706098</id><published>2004-11-03T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T18:03:00.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ive been home for two days now and they have been the longest two days i have ever had.  I miss my girl so much its killing me.  Ive thought that i was in love before, and not taking anything away from the others, but it wasnt anything like this.  The trip out to hawaii was so great i almost didnt get on the flight back home. and the more i think about it the more i wish i hadnt.  So if you cant tell the trip was a big success.  We got dressed for halloween, her a pirate---HOT--- and me a hooker---NOT SO HOT---.  We partied saturday night and she got jealous which i thought was hot. Ive never had a girl get jealous over me before.  We danced and drank and were up till four in the morning.  We watched football all sunday morning and im happy i missed my team get its ass kicked.  We enjoyed each others company dredding the day i would have to leave.  Ive never laughed so much.  Everything we did was with a smile.  We went to the bar and had drinks and went to dinner and walked around holding each others hands....we even cuddled---&gt;she never does that and we did it all weekend.  We enjoyed each others company "wink wink" that im addicted to her and i think im having withdrawls.  One of the best things was walking into Tiffany's and picking out a ring to have her try on.  It was huge ($40000) and it fit perfect.  It looked so right on her finger while she held my hand and when she looked up at me and kissed me it made me feel invisible.  This is the girl.  Theres one person for everyone.  Everyone knows my past ---sorry babe--- but its true and for the first time in my life im ready to settle down with one person.  I never thought i would and especially never thought it would happen before i turned thirty.  But im not scared. Im actually very anxious and really want to finish school so we can be together.  If all works out according to plan well live together next summer and only let the relationship grow.  She makes me feel alive and for once very very confident.  So miss Hawaii if you read this---I love you!  Oh and I voted for Bush--- I think Kerry is a pussy----but if they inlist a draft my ass well be in cabo---i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109953378010706098?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109953378010706098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109953378010706098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109953378010706098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109953378010706098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/11/one.html' title='the ONE'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109916870294647846</id><published>2004-10-30T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T13:38:22.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hawaii is amazing and any questions that i had have been answered. the flight sucked though. waking up at 330 am to take a shower and be at the airport by 5 to catch my 600 flight. but the five hours on the plane flying over the pacific couldnt have felt any longer. by the time the in-flight movie ended i thought there was another half hour left but found out that we stil had a little over an hour to fly. either way the landing went smooth---good job to captian whats his name---but the best part was walking down to the baggage claim. my stomach was turning and i was anxious and nervous and excited. i saw her with her backed turned looking at something trying to look like she was busy but the second i layed eyes on her i knew that my feelings for her were true. now we didnt run to each other like the movies in slow motion but we did kiss and hug and it was amazing. our first day and night together couldnt have been better. her place twice----some time catching the sun at the beach----the hotel three times----dinner and some drinks in between all that. i already know that when monday night comes and i have to leave, im not going to want to. but i get to see her again for thanksgiving and im going to take her to hollywood---shes never been---and then to sunset during the night. kidnix got any recomendations? but tonight were going to planet hollywood for a party that her school puts on and then tomorrow im not sure but as long as we watch the raider/charger game ill be happy----&gt;ok ill be happy if the raiders win----&gt;if they lose dont talk to me. my girls at the gym right now and im typing on her laptop which is really nice by the way. oh i decided on a costume. its cheap and thats that most important thing. im going to wear my girls clothes and be a girl for halloween. its easy and i dont feel like shopping for an outfit. well im outta here but expect the&lt;/strong&gt; rest of this trip details online in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109916870294647846?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109916870294647846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109916870294647846' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109916870294647846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109916870294647846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/hawaii.html' title='Hawaii'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109881757169330955</id><published>2004-10-26T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:06:11.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time mmmmmooooovvvvvvveeeessss to slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So finally it feels like im going to get to see my girl. it seems so long ago when i bought the plane ticket but now i only have three days. yesterday moved so slow, i was at work and it was slow so it didnt help. kidnix was in town and he stopped by my work which was cool, wish i could have been there but it was nice to hear his voice over the nextel. still kinda sucks that we never got to meet up. tell your girlfriend to answer her phone damn it! mr humble is next to come out here but his time will be interupted by presence of a beautiful lady, my lady. oh well mr humble maybe after she leaves ill give you the time of day. but i do have one question maybe anyone who reads this can help me out with----&gt;what should i be for halloween. i could be a pimp but naw. i was going to be fes from that 70's show but i just cut my hair so i think its out unless i find a good wig. i was thinking about being some jogger guy with those long white socks with the color stripes on top and then super short shorts and then a polo shirt that tight obviously. oh and a head band but i dont think it would be funny to see my skinny ass in that at all. does anyone have an idea? im thinking about going to pb after school and giving babs a call so maybe shell meet me and then we could go shopping....if not today then thursday for sure. well ya'll thats all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109881757169330955?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109881757169330955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109881757169330955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109881757169330955'/><link rel='self' 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not really that cold yet. so i talked to my girl today and she wrote me this text message. i have to say it put a smile on my face from ear to ear. i bet all of you out there just wish you could read it too. well id you see me around i might show you but i most likely will keep it to myself. i have my history midterm tomorrow. he gave us five essays, three of which will be on the midterm and one of which we actually have to write about. sp ill study the three that i think i have the most knowledge of and go from there. wish me luck. othere than that nothing else is new---except kidnix is in town---maybe hell call when hes had enough of his girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109831848429019102?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109831848429019102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109831848429019102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109831848429019102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109831848429019102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/rainy-day.html' title='A rainy day'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109816698777604882</id><published>2004-10-18T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T23:23:07.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo rOOkiE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;rock androll girl come outside tonight; a put your arms out in the moonlight; have you ever been in love well i have; well this is something you should consider; consider; dont know; what we could be; dont know; will you dance with me tonight; "cant wait untill tomorrow" ;will you dance with me tonight; before your chance is over; ( i need to know; before you go) rock and roll girl run away with me; let me show you everything that we could be; by the way this song is for you; "well this is something you should consider; consider "dont know; where we could be; dont know; will you dance with me tonight; "cant wait untill tomorrow" will you dance with me tonight "before your chance is over" (i need to know; before you go) and it could be a perfect star "to hold me just tell me where you are" can stay for "summertime" cant stay for "summertime" cant stay for "summertime" cant stay for "summertime" cant stay for "summertime" cant stay for "summertime" cant stay "summertime" cant stay for "summertime" if you could be a perfect star. *****Rookie of the Year "Consider this Summer"*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109816698777604882?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109816698777604882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109816698777604882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109816698777604882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109816698777604882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/yo-rookie.html' title='Yo rOOkiE'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109796685845682811</id><published>2004-10-16T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:47:38.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its saturday and its coming up to be about 400 and i still have nothing to do. pretty much im bored. so i got to see usc destroy the arizona sun devils in what wasnt even a good match up. arizona came in 5-0 but they couldnt compete with the powerhouse usc. hell reggie bush had like 2 touchdowns and then threw for one to #8 who had another touchdown as well. barely into the 3rd quarter it was 42-7. ive been in games like that and it sucks. so i fucked with my hair cause i got bored and it looks like something picasso would be proud of. oh and my lap top if officially fucked up. it wont turn on anymore im just hoping it has something to do with the battery. but my dad(of all people) thought he could fix it. so whatever he did might have messed it up---cause before he touched it, it worked fine. my girl is at the beach with her girl friends in hawaii---supposedly theyre hot. then theyre going to dinner where thay eat for half price at this pretty expensive resturant---HOW DO THEY GET THE DEAL!?! flirt with the waiter and make him feel good about himself. poor kid doesnt even see it. well at least thats what im assuming. i could be all wrong but thats what ill think. nothing wants to work today. i cant even log onto my aim service to possibly have some human interaction. i think its just one of those days. i should probably just go to sleep before it gets worse. i know everyone has those days when nothing seems to be working out. i think i should go to ob and hang out with babs but then kroephl has this get together for his birthday so i think i should go to that too. oh hey something good---my laptop just turned on---nice mister. i think it was the battery. thank whoever has control over stuff like that. so the days are passing and im getting nervous and so many questions will be answered when i get off that plane. its not that i question how i feel but some reassurance is nice every now and then. sorry for the long post but im bored right now. peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109796685845682811?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109796685845682811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109796685845682811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109796685845682811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109796685845682811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-saturday-and-its-coming-up-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109790312425744791</id><published>2004-10-15T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T22:06:17.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AquiteFRIDAYnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;well tonight it the first friday night i havent gone out in a really long time. its kinda nice...talking to the girl and to "mr. humble"---you know who you are---snake. im just listening to some bands off of purevolume---washington lane and daphne loves derby---pretty good stuff. washington lane sounds a lot like the early november. today was good...drove alot and listened to the new senses fail and the used cds. well im kinda out of words tonight. maybe later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109790312425744791?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109790312425744791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109790312425744791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109790312425744791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109790312425744791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/aquitefridaynight.html' title='AquiteFRIDAYnight'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109777857755458475</id><published>2004-10-14T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T11:29:37.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GooD nEWs</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ok so i just wrote this and i hit the wrong button so the whole thing erased. but ill try one more time. well the good news is that i got one of the highest grades on this paper i wrote about my writing process. i explained it by using a metaphor of drowning---thats how i feel when i write paper, like im drowning. well i got a b-. that sucks---it means that everyone else got lower than that. but after talking with the teacher i have a better idea of what to write, so i can get a b or hopefully and a+. so meeting with this teacher caused me to miss my first class---which i really need to go to---linguistics---hard as fuck.  but i already decided to miss my second class---computer science---because its boring and im already doing what i would do in there. ill go to my third class---historia---because its somewhat interesting but mainly we have a small test---10 questions. fourth on the to do list is the writing class with formo---"eye candy for a teacher"---says sir alfred---some frat kid. luckily my math class is cancelled due to some medical condition that cause the teacher to faint---lights out. my car got fixed---$1400 dollars---thanks pops. apparently when the back brakes lock up cause you to skid off the road isnt a good thing for the car---go figure. 15 days until i board a plane and fly over the pacific to see the most beautiful girl i have ever laid eyes on (&lt;em&gt;hoping she reads this). &lt;/em&gt;the moment we make eye contact is going to make the whole trip worth it. everyone watch out---i may never come home. well thats all for now folk---oh kidnix---howd you add buddies to your blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109777857755458475?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109777857755458475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109777857755458475' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109777857755458475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109777857755458475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/good-news.html' title='GooD nEWs'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109773397810173705</id><published>2004-10-13T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T23:06:18.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somttimes I think school is over rated. But sometimes I think a lot of things are over rated.  Hell, I'm over rated.  So I'm sitting here writing a paper for school.  It's not really an important paper, but more of my response to some reading we did in class.  It only has to be a page long, but that page seems as thick as a bible right now.  I was moving along just fine until i got on my phone and now I've lost complete concentration. Now I don't know if it's because I can't get this one person out of my head or if the fact that things can be so up and down from one minute to the next.  Now it's not as bad as it sounds, but it's probably just a girl thing.  They want to hear a certian phrase or word and if you dont come up with it, well you're screwed.  And then the chase is on.  I think that's what it's all about anyway.  A little game people play to keep each other on their feet.  I have to say, I kind of like it.  Anyway....the tempurature is starting to cool down here, at least at night, and the days are getting shorter.  I have 16 days till Hawaii and I'm giving myself till 1200pm to finish this damn paper.  Besides that, I'll just wait for the phone call.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109773397810173705?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109773397810173705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109773397810173705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109773397810173705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109773397810173705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/nonsense.html' title='Nonsense'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109763507722473722</id><published>2004-10-12T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T19:37:57.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ArT oF beInG jEaLouS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The hardest thing to do is holdit all in. There's a time to bite your tongue and I had one of those today.  I don't want to be one of those crazy jealous boyfriends...no way that's not me.  But something about another guy seeing your girl with less clothes than you've ever really seen her (@ the beach) it does something to you.  And it's not the jealousy that makes me hate the guy, I just wish I was in his place.  More like when you're jealous of some hot moviestars husband/boyfriend when you're a kid...or now.  But I have a great girl.  I trust her to kick any guy in the balls that trys to get a little to fresh with her.  Maybe we'll get to hear something from her the more I write about her.  So if she's listening, then she knows those three words I'd only say when no one is around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109763507722473722?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109763507722473722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109763507722473722' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109763507722473722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109763507722473722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/art-of-being-jealous.html' title='The ArT oF beInG jEaLouS'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8692630.post-109760857154538851</id><published>2004-10-12T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:16:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the leader</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm making the switch. Right behind the leader...kidnix...good looking out man. this weekend was alright. went to molly's and got drunk. went to october fest with babs and got drunk. fought with my girl over nothing cause we were drunk. made up and laughed cause we weren't drunk. nice isn't it? oh so the countdown to hawaii is still moving along...very slow though, but I'll get out there soon enough. long distance is definetly different. I mean is it really necessary to fight with each other half a world away? The phone is all you really have...it's all that is holding your relationship together besides the faith that the other person will love you and stay true to you while you're gone. I always wonder that when i finally get to see "the unit" that we'll be able to talk face to face. I hope we don't need to get on our phones just to communicate. If she reads this then she'll probably laugh when I say "GGGGGGRRRRRREEEEEAAAAATTT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8692630-109760857154538851?l=whtlck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/feeds/109760857154538851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8692630&amp;postID=109760857154538851' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109760857154538851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8692630/posts/default/109760857154538851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whtlck.blogspot.com/2004/10/following-leader.html' title='Following the leader'/><author><name>mexicAn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01504351255808590808</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
