<?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-4143997</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:45:35.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raistlin's Rants and Raves 2</title><subtitle type='html'>"Are you happy now?"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143997.post-107647474574105719</id><published>2004-02-10T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:48:11.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I didn't realize that people were still reading my blogs, but I have something to say.  I decided to try out xanga for a change, I'm likeing it right now, so I'll be posting there for awhile.  Here's the link...www.xanga.com/RaistlinMage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-107647474574105719?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107647474574105719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107647474574105719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107647474574105719' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-107494271204747837</id><published>2004-01-24T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T03:13:55.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...I don't I've ever blogged this late before, but there's a first time for everything.  Tonight's blog has but one purpose, to make a point and get things straight.  I know I did alot of complaining in my last entry, but there's something I have to say.  That last blog made it look like I had no friends or like I was in some sort of depression, but, in all honesty, I've got some pretty kick butt friends.  These are my real friends.  The ones I was tlaking about in my previous blog are those who, in my heart, I knew really weren't my friends to begin with.  I, however, being the kind of perosn who wants to be friends with everyone, become too emotional when these people are involved.  I should know by now that I can't please veryone, so there's no way everyone's going to like me.  I should concentrate on the good and true friends I have now.  Sure, I'll still try to be nice and friendly to other people, but I shouldn't let the little things bug me so much.  If they don't think I'm "good enough," then tough.  I can live without people like that because I already have people in my life willing to support me, and I'm grateful to those people.  I may not always show or express my thanks, but I'm smiling and praising them on the inside, and that's what really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-107494271204747837?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107494271204747837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107494271204747837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107494271204747837' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-107488618797244411</id><published>2004-01-23T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T11:31:50.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh...last night was almost as crazy as Tuesday night...actually, in some ways, it was crazier, but I won't get into that.  Anyway, the real reason I'm writing this is due to things that are starting to become clearer and clearer.  Ever wonder just exactly who your real friends are?  I do...almost everyday.  You might think I'm being paranoid or something, but I'm not stupid.  I can pick up on these things by the way people act around me.  Honestly, I'm getting tired of it all.  I wished people would just be honest with me, instead of pretending to be my firend just to spare my feelings because I already feel miserable.  Alright, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not the most sociable person, but that's just who I am.  I can't readily open myself up to people because I've been hurt and disappointed too many times.  When I do make a friend, I don't take that friendship for granted, but sometimes, it feels like it's not mutual.  There are times when I get the feeling that people only want to be my friend when I'm of use to them.  I don't always realize this at first, but sooner or later, I can sense it in my gut.  Heh, so many thoughts are swirling around in my head right now.  Of course, I'm not saying that all people are like this because there are people who I know I can truly depend on.  What's bad though, is that these are the people tend to not trust enough.  I don't quite know how to explain it, but I guess you could say that I dont' want these friends to think less of me.  I dont' want to burden them with my problems nor let them see my imperfections, which might actually be one of my problems.  I'm not perfect, so why should I be so "ashamed"?  I don't think that was the word I was looking for, but it's the first one that came up.    There's so much I want to say, but there's too much.  I don't know if you get what I just said, but here's the result from a quiz I took a couple days ago.  Maybe it'll be more helpful in explaining this entire blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chaoscomesatnite/1069289480_CMyDocumentswwwwww.jpg" border="0" alt="goodbroken"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your wings are &lt;b&gt;BROKEN&lt;/b&gt; and tattered. You are&lt;br&gt;an angelic spirit who has fallen from grace for&lt;br&gt;one reason or another - possibly, you made one&lt;br&gt;tragic mistake that cost you everything. Or&lt;br&gt;maybe you were blamed for a crime you didn't&lt;br&gt;commit. In any case, you are faithless and&lt;br&gt;joyless. You find no happiness, love, or&lt;br&gt;acceptance in your love or in yourself. Most&lt;br&gt;days are a burden and you wonder when the&lt;br&gt;hurting will end. Sweet, beautiful and&lt;br&gt;sorrowful, you paint a tragic and touching&lt;br&gt;picture. You are the one that few understand.&lt;br&gt;Those that do know you are likely to love you&lt;br&gt;deeply and wish that they could do something to&lt;br&gt;ease your pain. You are constantly living in&lt;br&gt;memories of better times and a better world.&lt;br&gt;You are hard on yourself and self-critical or&lt;br&gt;self-loathing. Feeling rejected and unloved,&lt;br&gt;you are sensitive, caring, deep, and despite&lt;br&gt;your tainted nature, your soul is&lt;br&gt;breathtakingly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chaoscomesatnite/quizzes/*~*~*Claim%20Your%20Wings%20-%20Pics%20and%20Long%20Answers*~*~*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-107488618797244411?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107488618797244411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107488618797244411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107488618797244411' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-107473486765067897</id><published>2004-01-21T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:29:47.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha!  Good ole Jeff.  Always there at the right times.  As you all know, I said in my previous chance that I'd blog again...as long as I didn't forget.  Well, as Fate would have it, I did forget.  It wasn't until Jeff mentioned my blog that I realized I forgot.  So, here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not one of my best days.  First off, I had work from 12-3, which wasn't bad.  I had class from 3:30-4:50 right after.  Because I had a meeting at work at 7, I only had two hours to do hw and eat dinner.  I was able to read some parts of The Odyssey, but then I got frustrated with my Linguistics homework.  That stuff is not good for and English major becuase English grammar goes out the window in that subject.  Anyway, by the time 6:30 came around, people decided to go eat.  Unfortunately, they decided to wait a bit for another guy, so they did head over to commons until 6:40.  I decided to stay behind becuase I'd never be able to eat and get over to my meeitng in 20 min.  The meeting went over alright, and it ended around 8.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing though.  One of my co-workers was looking for someone to cover his shift for that night.  I was basically the last person he asked because he knows I work a lot.  I didn't want to turn him down becuase he works much more than I do, plus he's got a ton of school stuff to do.  Another co-worker and I decided to split the shift.  I'd work form 9-12, and he'd work from 12-2.  I thought it was a pretty good trade off, cause then I didnt' have to clean up the store and stuff.  Hmph...so much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that those three hours were some of the worst in my life...Ok, I might be exaggerating a bit, but it was pretty bad.  It was so freakin' busy!  I was not expecting it to be that way.  Just so you know how busy it was, one of my co-workers started off his shift in an energetic mood.  His mood changed drastically by the end of those three hours, and I can't blame him becuase I was feeling the same way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off around 12:15, but I decided to stay a bit and eat...I hadn't eaten a full meal all day...Partially why I wans't happy working.  Anyway, we close the store at 1:00.  For those of you who don't know, there's a soup display on our sample table.  Francis took it and was about to go into the kitchen when Vu called him.  Vu asked if he was the one he saw running with a girl either earlier, or the day before.  Francis looked kinda shocked and said, "You saw that?"  Here's the best part.  As Francis stood there in semi-schock, he was taking off the seran-wrap coveirng the bowl of soup.  What he didn't realize was that he was also tilting the bowl.  Vu and I noticed it right away, and were cracking up so hard.  I swear, that one moment made up for everything that happened earlier that night.  The situation was made even better by the expression of Francis' face when he relaized what we were laughing about.  He was so embarassed, but he was a good sport about it...sort of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I hung out at work until 2, and I'm glad I did, but it really lifted my spirits, and I was in a much better mood.  Okay, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-107473486765067897?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107473486765067897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107473486765067897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473486765067897' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-107468030147445930</id><published>2004-01-21T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T02:20:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa!  I actually have something blog worthy to talk about.  Unfotunately, seeing as to how it is past 2 in the morning...I'm quite tired from today's events, and shall tell my tale tomorrow...Just hope I don't forget...cause you know how often that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-107468030147445930?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107468030147445930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107468030147445930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107468030147445930' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-107359657192266059</id><published>2004-01-08T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T13:17:54.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hahaha!  I just went to go check my mail, and it was very interesting indeed.  First of all, I got a Sears magazine that was adresssed neither to me nor my roomate, so I gave it to the mail guy, and he gave it to this girl who was there cause she wanted it.  There was also this UCI magazine, and...here's the clincher.  I finally received my first issue of Entertainment Weekly.  Now life won't be so boring.  Of course, nothing is ever perfect, and as I checked to see who it was adressed to, they spelled my name incorrectly.  Instead of "Ivan Abinoja" it was "Ivan Abinojaz."  I don't know where that extra "z" came from, but whatever, I still got my magazine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-107359657192266059?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107359657192266059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107359657192266059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359657192266059' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-107359359878813423</id><published>2004-01-08T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T12:28:21.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, everyone, it certainly has been quite awhile hasn't it.  Today's the big move in day.  I got back to UCI much earlier than just about everyone else...9:30 to be exact.  You might think I"m crazy for coming so early or something, course, I could have just been over-excited.  Which I'm sure you can all understand.  From what I know, there are only a couple other people who have moved in.  I really can't wait until we all reunite.  Hopefully, we'll all go out tonight since commons is closed.  Wow, I'm already psyching myself up as I write this.  It feels really good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-107359359878813423?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107359359878813423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/107359359878813423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359359878813423' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106975430189175233</id><published>2003-11-25T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T01:59:05.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  It's been exactly one month since I last blogged.  It's not that I haven't had anyting to blog about, I've just been spending my time doing other things.  You must be wondering why I'm writing now, them.  Well, I just received new found inspiration.  Sorry to those who actually read this, I shouldn't have left you hanging so long.  Anyway, there is something I want to talk about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I saw &lt;strong&gt;Love Actually&lt;/strong&gt; with two people that I work with.  I have to say that it is one of the best movies I've ever seen.  I don't care if you think it's a chick flick, it's a really good movie.  I want to see it again because it's the kind of movie that gives you a "happy" filling once you're done watching.  Besides, I can relate quite well to one of the stories in the movie.  I'm not going to say which one, but if you can guss, then you must know me very well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...it's actually pretty late.  If I sleep now, I can get between 7-8 hours of sleep.  I haven't been able to get that many hour of sleep in some time, so I'm going to take the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106975430189175233?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106975430189175233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106975430189175233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106975430189175233' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106713118694147803</id><published>2003-10-25T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T18:19:50.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, I once again took a test after visiting Pat's blog.  I don't know where he finds these things, but this one seemed interesting enough, so I tried it.  This is an IQ Test from emode.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Ivan!&lt;br /&gt;Your IQ score is 133 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number is the result of a formula based on how many questions you answered correctly on Emode's Ultimate IQ test. Your IQ score is scientifically accurate; to read more about the science behind our IQ test, click here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the test, you answered four different types of questions — mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. We analyzed how you did on those questions, which reveals the way your brain uniquely works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also compared your answers with others who have taken the test, and according to the sorts of questions you got correct, we can tell your Intellectual Type is an Insightful Linguist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind. And that's just some of what we know about you from your test results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106713118694147803?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106713118694147803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106713118694147803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106713118694147803' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106677136745615467</id><published>2003-10-21T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T14:22:47.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my very first day working at &lt;strong&gt;Cha for Tea&lt;/strong&gt;.  The people working with me were &lt;strong&gt;Johnnie, Aileen, Jenn, and Lourdes.&lt;/strong&gt;  These guys are great people to work with.  I had so much fun.  Now, for awhile, business was okay.  After a while, however, there was just a mad rush of people, and the line just never seemed to end.  I was like, "Damn!  Where'd they all come from?"  And of course, I received a "surprise" visit from my friends.  You see, I was expecting them to come, but I never knew what time, so I was a bit surprised and embarassed because they were all cheering for me, but mostly, I was over-joyed because I knew they were there to support me.  I've got cool friends.  Anyways, the people who showed up were: &lt;strong&gt;Pat, Keara, Sarah, Brandon, Andrew, Geo, Cynthia, and Brandon.&lt;/strong&gt;  I love 'em all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was on the closing shift, and I had a great time, even though closing the store meant cleaning it.  The poeple I was working wiht know how to make work fun.  We fooled around and stuff, but we still finished cleaning and stuff.  I even had to go through an initiation.  Johnnie filled a whole taster cup, which isn't really that big, with cream powder.  Let me tell you, that stuff is hard to get down your throat if you just try to swallow it.  You get this weird feeling in your throat, not to mention you can't talk when the stuff's in your mouth cause you'll just spit it everywhere.  Also, I couldn't wash it down with water or anything, so that made thigns a bit harder.  Hoenstly though, it was that big a deal.  I'd probably do it again.  Jenn told me that she had to drink plum juice...Yeck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much how my work experience went yesterday, without all the sordid details...lol...Now, I'm gearing up for tomorrow.  Knott's Scary Farm...Here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106677136745615467?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106677136745615467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106677136745615467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677136745615467' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106642225581116856</id><published>2003-10-17T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T13:24:15.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm actually going to blog for once!  YAY!  Although, I don't know how thorough it's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a bunch of us went clubbing: &lt;strong&gt;Me, Pat, Geo, Keara, Brandon, Cynthia, Andrew, Sarah, Erin, Brendan, Jack, Katie, and her boyfriend.&lt;/strong&gt;  We went to the grand opening of &lt;strong&gt;Club Prime&lt;/strong&gt;, which was in Fullerton.  When we got there, we saw that there was this bus load of people, and we soon found out the someone form &lt;strong&gt;O-Town&lt;/strong&gt; was in the bus.  Upon entering the club, the first thing I notcied was the heat.  It was &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt; in there.  It's safe to say that, considering what other people were doing, we were pretty normal.  There were very slutty girls dancing with poles, people giving lap dances, etc.  Don't get me wrong though.  We had our share of crazy too, just not that crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of us had experiences of being grabbed or slapped by random people...really weird.  Ering to some attention from this one guy, he was just holding on to her like glue.  Sarah got some attention from another guy, and he even asked for her number.  She gave him a number, but I don't know if it was her real one.  The biggest shocker of the night though was when &lt;strong&gt;Mash showed up&lt;/strong&gt;.  I don't want to say anything that would hurt someone, so I'll just leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people left early: Brendan, Sarah, Erin, and Jack.  The rest of stayed awhile.  On the way back, we in Keara's car: Me, Pat, Cynthia, Geo, and Keara (duh), had some wild times in the car.  We even talked about how &lt;strong&gt;Campus Drive&lt;/strong&gt; is haunted.  We had Keara turn off her head lights and use her parking lights, but we had to switch back because it was getting pretty foggy (which was freaky in its pwn right) and because cars were coming int he opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning home, we took a little breather, and the we continued our party in the kitchen.  I made smoothies, and we snacked on cookies, brownies, and chocolate...everything unhealthy but yummy.  We danced a bit, but the best part was doing model shots.  We modeled for &lt;strong&gt;CK One, AXE, and Ambercrombie &amp; Fitch&lt;/strong&gt;.  We did other model poses, but without endorsing anything.  They turned out pretty well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I told you it might not be very detailed, but to get my point across, it was &lt;strong&gt;GOOD TIMES!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; We're planning on making clubbing a weekly tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106642225581116856?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106642225581116856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106642225581116856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642225581116856' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106632318769130538</id><published>2003-10-16T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T09:53:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on my friendster, and I was attracted to read something on the bulletin board.  It was "What Color Are You?"  Your color is based on you birthday, and mine happened to be Aqua.  After the list of colors, they give descriptions of each one.  Unsurprisingly, the description for Aqua was last...much like that of Pisces...Anyway, here's my description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*AQUA* &lt;br /&gt;Your feelings change suddenly and easily. &lt;br /&gt;You are always lonely, and like traveling. &lt;br /&gt;You are truthful, but listen &lt;br /&gt;and believe other people too easily. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to find love for you, &lt;br /&gt;and get lost in love easily, &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes get hurt by love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to say whether I think it's true or not.  That's up to you to decide.  Am I what it it says I am?  Post your opinions on my board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106632318769130538?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106632318769130538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106632318769130538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106632318769130538' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106581256464686013</id><published>2003-10-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T12:02:44.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel bad that I haven't blogged in awhile, but, so as not to get your hopes up, this really isn't a blog either.  I just wanted to post something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/novemberhorse/1047168468_esktopseer.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x874e5dc)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Seer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/novemberhorse/quizzes/The%20ULTIMATE%20personality%20test/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The ULTIMATE personality test&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106581256464686013?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106581256464686013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106581256464686013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106581256464686013' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106498205638994240</id><published>2003-09-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T21:20:56.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just took a quiz to find out which Soul Calibur II character I was, and the result was very shocking, as well as pleasing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/krapdivad/quiz.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.xanga.com/krapxdivad/mitsurugi.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are &lt;B&gt;Mitsurugi&lt;/B&gt; - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both mysterious and attractive, you captivate people with the fact that you seem to be&lt;br /&gt;good at everything! Spending quiet moments with a friend and talking about what life means to you is your ideal situation. You don't like to stand out very much and you seem to be more old-fashioned&lt;br /&gt;than modern, but when you do take the spotlight -- you command the floor!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/krapdivad/quiz.htm" target="new"&gt;Which Soul Calibur character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/krapxdivad"&gt;david park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it shocking?  Because Mitsurugi just happens to be my favorite character in the game, so yeah.   That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106498205638994240?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106498205638994240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106498205638994240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106498205638994240' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106489696031062082</id><published>2003-09-29T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T21:42:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to reread Antigone because now they’re making us look for specific term.  Anyway, there’s something that I noticed that struck me as extremely funny and quite odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ismene: What? You would kill your own son’s bride?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creon: Absolutely; There are other fields for him to plow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol…Did anybody else notice how wrong that sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106489696031062082?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106489696031062082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106489696031062082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106489696031062082' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106486264257033186</id><published>2003-09-29T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T12:10:42.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7:00 today because I went to the bookstore with Geo and Pat.  By the time we got back, however, I had to rush to class, which is at 9:00.  My first class was a lecture, and I swear, if I didn’t think someone would catch me, I would have fallen asleep.  First of all, the director of the Humanities Core Course gave basically the same speech she gave to the Humanities majors last week, so I wasn’t at interest in what she was saying.  Second, I had a little trouble seeing the stuff on the projector because I was all the way in the back.  I think I’ll just wear glasses to class…we’ll see.  Oh, and I finally know people in my class.  Two people from Prado are in my Humanities lecture, so that’s cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, people!  As hard as Japanese might become, it’s by far the best class I have.  There’s this fourth year who sits behind me, who’s trying to add Japanese.  Anyway, we had to split into partners, and she was mine.  It was cool talking to her, and I hope she can add the class because then I already have someone to talk to.  Well, it’s time for lunch so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106486264257033186?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106486264257033186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106486264257033186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486264257033186' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106459450216513624</id><published>2003-09-26T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T09:41:41.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...Class officially begins today, and Pat and I are about to leave in 5 minutes...*sighs*...And, so I mid adieu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106459450216513624?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106459450216513624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106459450216513624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106459450216513624' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106455317946991620</id><published>2003-09-25T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T22:12:59.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just returned from watching a comedy show at the Bren Events Center.  Pat was with me, and Geo and Brandon went to a party thrown by Kaba Modern…Man, they really missed out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first performer was funny.  The second performer was lacking, but she had her moments.  The last guy was the best.  He really knows his stuff, and he knows how to get a crowd all riled up.  Now, I’m not about to repeat everything he said, but I will tell you that there was one point were I was crying a little.  That’s how good he was.  I wish he had kept on going because the thing was supposed to end at 11:00, and, as you can see, it’s only 10:00…Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, classes officially start tomorrow.  Summer ends as of 11:59, tonight.  We’ll probably still sleep late because both our classes don’t start until 10:00…Yay!  Alright folks, it’s now time to say farewell to summer, and hello to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106455317946991620?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106455317946991620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106455317946991620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106455317946991620' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106443627078385363</id><published>2003-09-24T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T13:44:30.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at 9:00 today, only to hear voices in the room next door.  I walk in, and I find Andrew, Geo, and Brandon writing a poem to the girls “below.”  I thought it was extremely hilarious.  I went down with Brandon and Geo to put the poem on the girls’ door, and we ran back up because Geo couldn’t stop laughing.  We then started coming up with even more daring and extravagant things to give the girls.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to Ring Road for the “carnival,” but Geo and Brandon left before Pat and me, so we got separated.  Pat and I walked towards Middle Earth, and met up with Daniel in his room.  When Brandon showed up, we went to Brandywine and ate lunch.  Brandon and Geo followed not long after because I called them and invited them.  Afterwards, we walked back down Ring Road.  As we got the front door of Prado, we met up with Jane, Briel, and another girl.  Jane and Briel finally got to meet Geo and Brandon, and they said that they even wrote a letter in reply.  So, this’ll be cool.  We’re directly above the girls, so it’ll be cool if we all start hanging out.  It’ll be 103 and 203.  And that’s what Brandon would call “sick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106443627078385363?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106443627078385363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106443627078385363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106443627078385363' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106439121656381440</id><published>2003-09-24T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T01:13:36.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got back from a very cool evening that I wasn’t expecting to happen.  It all started after dinner, when Brandon and Geo decided to write a note of apology to the girls downstairs for the loud music.  When two of the girls found the not, they came upstairs, but Brandon and Geo were both gone.  The girls decided to hang out with Pat, Andrew, and me.  The girls were Jane, a Bio major who Pat and I met last night, and Jacky, a Drama major.  They came around 9:00-9:30.  We ended up just talking about a bunch of different things for about 2 hours.  Jacky left after that, leaving the rest of us.  Jane, Pat, and I wanted to take a walk, but Andrew was ready to get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane showed us her room before we left, and then we were off.  We were headed for the University center, but we ended up taking a really long way around Mesa Court, which is funny because Pat and I made a similar trip the day before, so we should have known better.  No one really wanted coffee, so we just walked to Cha for Tea, and I ordered a Coconut Crush…just like last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Prado after that, and this time we took the short route.  We said our goodbyes upon entering the dorm, and now here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told Jane, it was a good thing that Brandon and Geo wrote the note because, if they didn’t, we wouldn’t have been able to meet Jane and Jacky.  I think they’re both great girls, and it’s nice that we’ve expanded our circle of friendship.  I hope we get to hang out more often with them because I had a good time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106439121656381440?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106439121656381440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106439121656381440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106439121656381440' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106436013783817210</id><published>2003-09-23T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T16:35:37.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was planning on blogging about the entire day, but recent events have changed EVERYTHING!!!  At 1:00, our hall met, or, at least what was left of it…Most of the girls weren’t there…to make up our hall cheer.  It was really good too.  We also had to make a poster, and ours was rockin’.  So, we head over to the field, which is far from our dorm, and there are about 15-20 of us.  We waited awhile before our turn finally came for the cheer, and, although we did well, we did mess up, so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize it, but after the cheer, about half of our hall left.  When the first actual competition began, we were on the verge of not having enough people.  We needed six, but there was one guy who didn’t want to participate, so yeah…GRRR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he leaves with the rest of the girls, making only four if us: Angie (and she can’t participate), Edric, Pat, and me.  We participated in the contests that we could, but obviously, we had no hope of winning.  At the end, when they announced the results, Prado got only 3rd place for the banner competition.  What is up with that?  Ours was done by a Studio Arts major!  I’m so pissed off that we didn’t win because ours was the obvious choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I’m most angry about, however, was the fact that so many people left!  It was especially bad because the MCCs and the CPs introduced all the RAs.  You can imagine what happened when Angie was called.  Only three people cheered for her.  Obviously, we attracted everyone’s attention, but I feel bad for Angie.  She’s a “hella” cool RA, and I want to yell at everyone who left!  ARGH!!!  Stupid people have no hall pride.  It even showed at the Scavenger Hunt.  At least we had a pretty good sized group for awhile for that, but still.  Angie even told me earlier today that someone called her to see if Prado had participated in the Scavenger Hunt because they didn’t get anything form us.  I told Angie that, when we found out people had already won, we just gave up.  After talking to her though, I feel like I should have just finished it, so that she wouldn’t have had to get that call.  Honestly, I would have finished the Scavenger Hunt by myself if I wasn’t so tired…UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t think right now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106436013783817210?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106436013783817210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106436013783817210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106436013783817210' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106429539340426315</id><published>2003-09-22T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T22:36:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm really tired...and really lazy too ^_^...so if you want to find out about my day, just visit Pat's blog.  We pretty much write about the same thigns anyway, just deifferent perspectives.  I might blog about today someother time, but I'm just not feeling it right now.  So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106429539340426315?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106429539340426315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106429539340426315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429539340426315' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106426958814586459</id><published>2003-09-22T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T15:28:25.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday, September 21, 2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the big day.  I set my alarm at 6:30, but well, not having an actual alarm…I had to my watch, which is not nearly loud enough to wake me up…I woke up about half an hour too late.  We were supposed to leave at 8:00, but we didn’t hit the road until 8:45.  I seriously thought we were going to be late…Well, you can’t actually be late to move in, but I thought that there would be a lot of people already.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment we enter the 405 from La Tijera, we hit traffic.  I was like, “Wait.  It’s Sunday morning, why is there traffic?”  Well, my question was answered when, not far off, I could see that there had been an accident.  Luckily…not for the accident people of course…The traffic ended there, and it was smooth sailing all the way to UCI…Not to mention we had carpool lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I call Pat, and I find out that he’s just getting ready to leave.  I said, okay, I’ll see you here.  The I call Daniel, and he says that he’s not leaving for another hour or two, we agreed to just call each other later.  I then called my cousin, who was supposed to come and visit, but he wasn’t answering his phone, and I called him a million times.  Even his sister couldn’t get in contact with him.  Failing to reach him, I called Jeff.  He said he had to help his Aunt with some stuff, but he’d be available around lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we arrived about 20-30 minutes before checkout, we (my family and me) just brought down a couple stuff and waited outside the hall…which is called Prado, by the way…When the hall opened up, I met the RA (Resident Advisor) Angie.  She seemed really nice, and she gave me my keys, along with some papers.  I go up to my room, and my parents start setting everything up.  I had to go back downstairs to help my brother get a cart, so we could unload the rest of my stuff from the van.  My dad and Ian go to the van, while I helped my mom.  Once we had about everything brought to my room, I went with Ian to get my clothes.  At the parking structure, I called Pat, and he said that he was on his way.  I told him I’d let him use my cart that way he didn’t have to wait in line or anything…Oh…I tried to bring up a microwave earlier, but Angie said we couldn’t have one, so we had to bring it back to the car.  Her good points just went down after that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, my parents were like, return the cart because time was running out on it…We can only have it for an hour.  The moment I turn it in, however, I check my phone and see that I have a message.  I check it, and it’s from Pat, saying that he just arrived.  I told him I had to return my cart, but I’d have Ian wait for him.  Apparently, by the time Ian could find Pat and his family, they were already on the verge of getting a cart.  Soon, Mike showed up, followed by his Aunt.  Pat came up shortly thereafter, and I said that I’d help him with the stuff in his van.  As he, his dad, and I finishing loading everything on to the cart, I get a call saying to go back, so I take a couple of Pat’s things with me to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents wanted to get to the bookstore because they figured it would be packed.  We get over there, and it’s deserted…well, the part where the course books are.  I found all my books pretty quickly, so we went to the upper floor to look for some clothing pour moi…See, I remembered a little French…I tried reserving books for Pat, but the bookstore wouldn’t let me.  Overall, my books cost over $400, and that’s just for one quarter.  As we head back to the dorms, I finally get a call from my cousin.  He explains that he left his phone at his friend’s house, and he was going to meet us at the Mesa Commons, Mesa Courts eating hall.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head over to Mesa Commons with Pat’s family, and as I get ready to go to the tables, I see my cousin walk in.  I then get a call from Jeff who doesn’t know where his is.  I give the phone to my cousin, who successfully directs Jeff to us.  It was good to see him again after not seeing him for three months…and I can’t lie about that…I just can’t stay mad at the guy you know, even if I tried…Whatever, so we all eat lunch.  Oh, and my cousin had to explain how frats, or greeks as we call them, aren’t allowed to be in the dormitories during move in.  People were complaining that there were a lot of greeks going around trying to recruit, so the greeks got in trouble.  I still think that’s stupid because he’s my cousin, and he’s only around to visit.  Still, he came back with us anyway, and no one noticed.  We were even able to smuggle in our microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we hung out in the room, I remember Pat’s dad saying that it was good that Pat and I are roommates because know his parents and my parents can talk in Tagalog freely when they’re here.  I thought that was pretty funny.  Pat’s dad and aunt soon left, along with my cousin and Jeff.  My parents stayed for the parent meeting, but left after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I completely forgot about my suitemates…Silly me…We’ve got some really cool suitemates.  The first one I met moved in at the same time I did.  His name’s Brandon, and he’s Filipino, but I thought he was Hawaiian or something because he had Hawaiian stuff in his room, and his screen name is Hawaiian…but he’s not, he’s a full-fledged FLIP, and that’s cool.  He wants me to teach him Tagalog.  I said sure, but we all know how bad I am at it, so we’ll see where things go.  The next suitemate I met was Andrew, who lives next Brandon.  Andrew moved in a day before us, and he has a single room.  He’s a dance major.  Brandon’s roommate came soon, and dropped by my room to say hi.  His name is Geo (short for Geoffrey), and he went to an international school in Taiwan.  He’s really cool, and he’s got some really cool stuff that I’ll talk about later.  The other side of the suite is blocked by the bathroom, so I didn’t meet everyone on that side until later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat and I spent most of out rime with Brandon and Geo, and with Andrew too, if he was around.  We played some Frisbee outside, some Soul Calibur 2 (for Gamecube) inside.  We did a bunch of stuff, too numerous to list out.  After dinner at Mesa Commons Brandon, Geo, and I stuffed fruits in our pockets, and anywhere else they could be hidden, and brought them back to our rooms…Fun stuff…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our hall meeting at 6:30.  We started off by having each suite perform a scene from a movie.  My suite did the bar scene from Top Gun where Tom Cruise sings do the girl…Good times…We then met Kelly, our CP, but I can’t remember what that stands for.  When she left, Angie went into her whole schpeel (first time to ever use that word) about policies and regulations.  We also learned the Anteater hand sign, but you’ll to see it to know what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting ended around 8:00, and we waited for the Scavenger Hunt, which was so bad because Mary Anne came.  I haven’t seen that girl in such a long time, and it was great being bale to hang out with her again.  She’s so outgoing and spontaneous that you can’t help but have fun with her.  By the time the Scavenger Hunt came around, we went outside to try and find the rest of our hall because your team was your hall.  It wasn’t until the hunt had begun that we found everyone.  Still, the instant we charged like mad people, it was already evident that we lost about ¼ - ½ our group.  I thought we were doing pretty well, considering we made a couple wrong decisions, but that couldn’t be helped because there were so little of us.  We found Angie by the community center, and she helped us out a lot.  Still people were getting tired of running around Mesa Court, so it ended being Angie, a guy named Max, and me at the end.  Of course, since Angie was wearing slippers at the time, she got tired after a while, and it ended being two of us.  By this time, however, people had already won, so we just gave up and went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat, Mary Anne, and I hung out in our room, when I was reminded that I was supposed to call Daniel.  I invited him to our room, and see said he’d call when he got here.  Mary Anne then came up with the idea to pretend to be our RA, and we agreed to play along.  When Daniel called, Pat and I went down only to see that Angie had already let them in.  Up in our room, Mary Anne was getting ready when I realized that Daniel and Brandon Chang had already met our RA.  I tried to tell it to Mary Anne, but she didn’t hear me, so we just went along.  The funny thing is that Daniel and Brandon still believed that she was our RA.  Daniel and Brandon were awed by how big and spacious our room was compared to theirs.  They stayed a bit longer but had to go soon because it was getting late and it’s quite a walk back to Middle Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Anne had to go too, so Pat and I walked with her to her car.  She was even kind enough to drive us as close as she could drive us to our dorm…Awww…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a whole lot of nothing, we found that Geo was using his web cam.  That thing is the coolest device ever.  We all want one now, especially since we can use it to talk to each other without having to go to each other’s rooms.  Yeah, we’re lazy like that, but whatever.  Pat and I tried to fall asleep around 2 or something, but both of us didn’t really fall asleep until a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was how my first day at UCI went…Action-packed, full of surprises, and more fun than a barrel full of monkeys…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106426958814586459?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106426958814586459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106426958814586459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106426958814586459' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106412482506007437</id><published>2003-09-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T23:13:45.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, well...well...What do we have here?  I'll tell you what we have here!  We have a guy who's life is about to make a dramatic change.  Okay, maybe you don't think starting college is dramatic, but that's me, you're ever so lovebale sarcastic drama queen, who's also a slave (inside joke)...But seriously though.  If you were to ask me how I felt right now, I'd either be speechless or say I don't know because...well...I just don't know.  I'm feeling so many emotions right now, and it's driving me mad.  I wish I could just stay calm about everything, but I can't.  Ugh...someone please help me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm moving in tomorrow, very big day.  I should probably be sleeping right now because I have to wake up pretty early tomorrow, and, when I say early, I mean early...Not Pat's idea of early (9:00...Psh, people are already starting school at nine)...Anyway, I'm up because I felt to that I was in debt to my loyal readers...and yes, although there are probably only a few of you...Fine!  So what if no one actually reads this...I can pretend can't I?  Can't I...see what you're making me do?  I'm getting off topic...And you know how easy it is to do that to me.  Alright, back on track.  As of now, it looks like I've packed too much, but I also get that feeling that I'm forgetting something and that I don't have enough.  Hopefully, I jus have the right amount.  Obviously, I've never done this before, so we'll just have to wait and see what happens...You know, I just realized that I say that a lot.  I guess that the kind of person I am.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much sleep I'm going to get tonight becuase it usually takes awhile for me to fall asleep when I've got all these emotions running amok (how do you spell that) in me.  Which is why I was hoping staying up late would make me tired enough so that I just fall right asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is going to be great.  The next week is going to be a blast, and I'm going to make sure that these next four years are years I won't regret.  People...this is our chance.  We live life only once, and college is the time to live it...as long as you keep your grades up...And no, I don't mean by cheating...You bad, bad people.  I'm shocked.  Okay, now I look like I'm mental for talking to an audience who even isn't there.  And so, I say farewell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106412482506007437?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106412482506007437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106412482506007437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412482506007437' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106394821127357590</id><published>2003-09-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T22:39:31.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Bejeezus, people, I'm in such deep sh...er...crap...yeah...crap...Anyway, I'm getting in over my head now.  You see, where I work, it's like drama every minute of every day...Might be why I'm so dramatic...but that's beisdes the point.  So, there's this guy at work who has a girlfriend.  Then, I find out that he's cheating on her with someone else from work.  Now, normally, this wouldn't bother me so much except that his girlfriend is my friend's best friend...Yeah...That's a whopper...And no, I don't mean the burger...Well, when I first heard about this, I just thought it was all a rumor, but then I hear it straight from the "mistress" herself, who, ever since finding out that I know the guy's girlfriend, tells me everything.  Thing is, the guy is a nice person, but I cna't stand he's hurting his girlfriend like this.  The mistress even told that they've done &lt;em&gt;it&lt;/em&gt; before, and even once without protection.  Now, she thinks that she's either pregnant or has an STD, which would totally mess everything up, if you know what I mean.  She also told me that she thinks his girlfriend knows about her.  What I don't get is that, if the girlfriend knows about her, why would she still be with him, especially after I heard they were planning on getting married.  When?  I don't know, but that's what I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my problem is that I don't know if I should tell her.  First of all, if she already knows, then I wouldn't be doing any help.  Second, if I do tell her, I wouldn't want her to get mad at me for not telling her sooner or something like that...And the reason why I didn't tell her earlier is that I wasn't even sure if teh facts I had were even plausible.  Now, I'm thouroughly convinced that the guy, as nice as he is, is scum...But I don't want to break her heart, and if i tell her, then my friend would know too, and she might ask why I didn't say anything before things got so far.  There's just so many ways this could go against me, and I'm so confused.  I've had advice that I should tell because maybe it is the right thing to do, but it's still really hard.  I never thought I would be caught in this position, and it sucks...It really sucks!  People...whoever you are...I need you input.  I don't think I can handle this alone, so please guide me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I had something dire to talk about?  Well, I figured, since I've already blogged about some of my woes, I might as well continue.  So, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I told Pat, this is something I've been struggling with for years, and there are two questions that sum it up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a push over?&lt;br /&gt;Do I really let people walk all over me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know for fact that there are some people who think that I am and that I do.  And it's not like I can't say I don't see any truth to this because I do.  There have been many times when I've doubted the things I've done because, even if they benefit others at my expense, they don't benefit me, or at least not as much as I think I derserve.  No one has to tell me I'm not the most outgoing or confident person, but I know when someone is trying to take advantage of me...or do I?  What if i've just been lieing to myself for so many years?  Basically, all these doubts and questions usually turn up when I'm with my friends.  It just seems like they call on me only when they have use for me, not because they just want to hang out or because they like me.  Even when I'm the one inviting or something.  It always feels like, even if I'm there with them, it's like it wouldn't matter if I wasn't.  Sometimes I wonder if anyone would really miss me or notice if I just deicded to get up and go.  But the thing is that I can't bring it upon myself to believe that they are just using me.  I've known these people for so long, and I trust them...And trust is a very big thing for me.  Sometimes I think that I trsut people too easily, and sometimes I think I don't trust people enough.  Of course, there are the times when I trust the wrong people, and I don't trust the right ones.  I don't know why I have trust issues but I do.  You know, I always thought that everytime I let someone else have their way, it was because I was being nice...because I was giving...because I believed it was the right thing to do.  I don't care how small or how big, I believed that if I cared enough for others, they would do the same for me.  I never dreamed people would have thought that I just didn't have a backbone, and I just let everyone have what they want because I was too afraid to get it first or for myself.  I've been told that the first person I should look after is myself becuase know one else will.  Now, I understand this logic if the world we live in is a dog-eat-dog world, and I know that's very close to reality, but what kind of a world would that be, wher everyone looks out only for themselves.  That's like against everthing I believe in.  Which brings me to another point: happiness.  What exactly is happiness?  How can one achieve happiness?  For some, it's money, power, fame, or something else that has to do with benefiting themselves...But for me, it's different.  I'm happy when others are happy.  I can't bear when people have to suffer, so if there's even the slightest chance that I can do something for them, I would.  I don't care if people misconstrue this as me being a puch over because maybe it is a part of what makes me happy...as odd as that sounds.  Then again, maybe I'm just not saying correctly.  But what if I'm getting this all wrong.  What if people start thinking that since i give them so much and let them get away with so much that they can do it all the time?  Then maybe that is crossing the line, even if I dont' realize it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that I can't believe that the people I trust the most would ever take advantage of me.  Yes, I am willing to many things for them, even make sacrifices for them...and God knows I have...just so they could be happy, but all I ask in return is that they would do the same for me, that they would be there for me when I needed them most.  I wish I could tell this to them, but there's always that little part of me that says "You're just blowing things out of proportion...like you always do...You're just being paranoid..."  This is so hard, and I just wish it would all go away, but I know that's not going to happen.  I just have to stay strong and hope for the best...and in the end, even if it does turn out that I was wrong, and I turn out miserable and alone, at least I know that I stayed true to my principles because, even if I have to suffer here on earth, I know that there'll always be open arms waiting for me up above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106394821127357590?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106394821127357590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106394821127357590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394821127357590' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106386866273011975</id><published>2003-09-18T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T00:04:22.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just given a reminder that I forgot to blog about something.  Of course, in all my rage...&lt;strong&gt;rage blackouts&lt;/strong&gt;...about html, it's no wonder why I forgot.  I'm sure you all kno wthat Pat and I talked for over four hours last night online.  You won't believe all the random things we talked about.  It all started over an e-mail from out dorm community, and we eventually started talking about The OC (several times actually), who we thought was hot, dorm stuff, other college stuff, what new tv shows we were looking forward to, absolutely the most random things, even some personal stuff, and much more that I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say thanks to Pat for listening to me when we had our conversation about the personal things.  I don't open up easily to people, and I only do it with people I can really trust.  Anyway, it felt good to be telling someone, and Pat, just so you know, you're one of only a couple people who know that swing story.  Thanks again...It meant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106386866273011975?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106386866273011975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106386866273011975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386866273011975' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106386686354507956</id><published>2003-09-17T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T23:34:23.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grrr...I really hate html.  I don't get it, and it obviously doesn't get me.  I'm trying to improve this blog site, but I just can't seem to make things work.  Which is why, onc eI have the money, I'm going to get one of those html books (as suggested by Pat).  I've tried learning form the internet, but i'm still as confused as I was before.  Well, I have learned a little, but it's still not enough.  Why can't you just tell the computer how you want your site to look and be done with it.  But then again, nothing's ever that easy...unless you know html...which I don't!  Whatever.  I'll leanr someday, then my problems will be solved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106386686354507956?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106386686354507956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106386686354507956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386686354507956' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106378270496413037</id><published>2003-09-17T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T00:15:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh…my...God…That was the best episode of &lt;strong&gt;The OC &lt;/strong&gt; ever.  I’m officially obsessed with that show.  It had become my third favorite show…#2 &lt;strong&gt;Smallville&lt;/strong&gt;…#1&lt;strong&gt;Buffy: The Vampire Slayer&lt;/strong&gt;.  Of course, now I’m extremely pissed that The OC is on a “break” because of baseball…Stupid baseball…Ruining my life by taking The OC away from me.  See, when Buffy left, Smallville moved, I thought my Tuesday nights were going to be hell, but The OC was my savior.  See Pat, I told you sports aren’t everything…Look what it did to The OC.  Well, enough about that.  Let’s talk about tonight’s episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, so many things happened tonight, and it’s all so crazy.  Now, I don’t want to spoil everything if you didn’t see it, so I’ll talk about the characters instead.  Here’s my list of favorites, from least to most: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Luke&lt;br /&gt;8. Jimmy (Marissa’s Dad)&lt;br /&gt;7. Julie (Marissa’s Mom)&lt;br /&gt;6. Sandy (Seth’s Dad) &lt;br /&gt;5. Kirsten (Seth’s Mom)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;3. Marissa&lt;br /&gt;2. Summer&lt;br /&gt;1. Seth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Luke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke is just the biggest jackass in the entire show.  You’d think that getting shot would have changed him, but he’s just a sex-crazed freak, who, as Ryan put it best “…don’t deserve her.”  I was so happy when Ryan punched Luke because I couldn’t do it myself.  Although, If had the power to reach into the TV and strangle him, I would have.  And what about his choice in women?  How dare he chose Holly of Marissa.  She’s such a slut, not to mention she and her father ruined Marissa’s life.  Whatever, I never like Luke from the beginning anyway, so he can have Holly.  You know, if I could have it my way, I would have shot him in the head so that he could just leave the show.  I know, violent but, hey, even I have my “&lt;strong&gt; rage blackouts&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I don’t have anything against the guy.  My only problem with him is that he’s an idiot.  He keeps making all the wrong choices at all the wrong times.  As much as I want to hate him, right now, I just feel sorry for him, especially what he tried to do with Kirsten tonight.  I don’t’ think he deserves to be treated the way he’s being treated by his wife and all the other people, so yeah, I feel sorry for him and that’s about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Julie, except when she acts like a superficial b!@#$.  I think she should be trying to find away to save her family and her marriage instead of trying to worry about her image.  She says she’s only looking out for the girls, but she obviously in it for herself too.  Anyways, I was excited to see who was going to be playing Julie because the first time I saw &lt;strong&gt;Melinda Clark&lt;/strong&gt; was in &lt;strong&gt;Xena: Warrior Princess&lt;/strong&gt;.  She played an evil Amazon who turns into a god, and I believe her name was Velasca.  Ever since then, I always thought she was a great actress, so finally seeing her again makes The OC even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Sandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy is just one of the coolest dad’s on TV.  He’s rich, but he doesn’t flaunt it.  I mean, have you seen the way he dresses and acts.  He’s so normal that it’s cool.  I also think it’s really funny when he refers to the girls as “hot,” much to the embarrassment of Seth, and I think even Kirsten too.  I do see a major problem, however, with the introduction of the new minor character named Rachel.  I foresee that she’s going to try and ruin his marriage in the future, which I hope doesn’t happen.  There’s enough drama going on already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Kirsten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, like Sandy, is one of the best parents on TV.  She’s so nice and caring.  She’s both strict and relaxed, making a perfect balance.  I think it’s great that she’s helping out Jimmy, but she ought to be careful.  She should’ve known that, once things started to get ugly with jimmy and Julie that things were going to be different.  I just hope she makes the right decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Ryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ryan’s cool because he’s got that mysterious feel to him.  I also think that he’s a great influence for Seth.  As much as I like him, there are two things that keep bugging me.  One, why does he always have to play the hero?  I thought he was the kid with the problems.  It seems like he’s always saving someone else, even people who don’t deserve it *COUlukeGH*…but then again, I guess that’s part of his appeal.  The second thing, which I guess is more of a pet peeve than a problem is that Ryan always sounds like he’s whispering.  Did you ever notice that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Marissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I didn’t like Marissa very much, especially since I thought she looked much older than what she was supposed to be.  Not to mention, I was kind of turned off when she started to smoke in the very first episode.  Still, Marissa got that innocent charm about, even though she’s not all that innocent anymore.  I guess naïve might be a better word. Marissa’s never had to experience the hardships of the real world, so she’s falling into tons of trouble that she doesn’t really deserve.  I feel so bad that all this bad stuff is happening to her, and I guess I can’t blame her for the stuff she does, even though I don’t agree with all of them…especially with the decision she made tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is cool, not to mention really hot.  I’ve always like her from the get go, except for the way she treats Seth of course.  Anyway, I think she’s really sassy, and she got a lot of attitude, so it’s fun to watch her.  I think she and Seth are going to be a great couple because I’m a romantic, and I know they’ll get together.  I guess opposites do attract.  I don’t know what else to say about Summer except that she became my number two favorite after pushes that whore Holly, and after she gave me the term “rage blackouts.”  There girl’s just great…Oh, I almost forgot.  I just found out that &lt;strong&gt;Rachel Bilson&lt;/strong&gt; guess-starred on an episode of Buffy, and she played a girl named Colleen, so I’m going tot go check it out right now…Oh, and one more thing.  I don’t know why they don’t put Summer in the Opening Credits because she obviously has a bigger future in the show than Luke.  Ugh…Just hearing his name makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Seth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Seth is by far the best character on the show.  I can relate to a lot of stuff he’s going through.  The only difference between me and him is that he progressing in his life much better than I am, probably because he’s got someone like Ryan to help him out.  For example, he’s making tons of efforts into getting the girl he likes.  I on the other hand am not…one reason being she’s got a boyfriend, who has become a friend of mine.  Ugh…what a horrible situation I’ve gotten myself into.  Well, enough about me, more about Seth.  I also like how Seth plays video games, namely Dynasty Warriors (which is a very good game I might add), and he references Anime too…big plus.  Oh, like some of the other characters, I’ve seen &lt;strong&gt;Adam Brody&lt;/strong&gt; in other TV shows too.  When he first showed up on The OC, I was like, this guy looks familiar.  It wasn’t until I check his filmography (that’s what Pat and I think it’s called) that I found he guess-starred on an episode of Smallville.  I immediately went, “Oh yeah, I remember that episode.”  So, Seth’s the best, and that’s that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106378270496413037?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106378270496413037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106378270496413037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106378270496413037' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106375025480059231</id><published>2003-09-16T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T15:10:54.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though there's something much, much more dire I need to talk about, it's going to have to wait...But don't worry, the problem can't be solved like that *snaps fingers* so it'll still be dire when I get back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about work today, and how it was very unusual indeed.  It started off like the past couple weeks, slow.  I ended up having to go over to the manager's office in Delta to talk about my vacation.  Basically, I learned that I can't get money from my vacation unless I stop working...which is what I plan to do sooner or later anyway.  Anyway, it ended up just being three of us at work because the other guy called in sick.  Odd thing was, today's slowness, which was at some points slower than the usual slow, didn't bother me as much today.  I wasn't as incredibly bored as I was before.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were two other upsides to my day.  First, some of my relatives were at the airport.  Surprisingly enough, they were the same people I saw last time.  In case you forgot, they were Tito Bomboy, Tita Nandette, Ate Bon-Bon, Ate Bec-Bec, Kuya Omar, Ashely, and a new addition...Father Pico, who's an uncle.  This time, it was he who was going back to the Philippines.  It was cool seeing them, but I couldn't spend my break with them like last time because when they came, I only had like five minutes left.  Still, it was good seeing them.  The second good thing about work was my tip at the end of the day.  Being as slow as it was, I was pretty happy that I ended up with $17.  That's probably one of my biggest tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I can't say that things were all good.  In fact, during the last couple hours, things just went crazy.  For some unknown reason, I just became a really bad klutz.  Here are three of the many mishaps that occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mishap 1:&lt;/strong&gt;  When we’re done making coffee, we have to throw away the filter and the coffee grinds.  In order to do this, we have to turn the coffee “pot” upside down, so that the filter falls out.  Well, it didn’t quit happen that way.  When I did it, I didn’t realize that the filter got stuck in the pot, so when away moved it away from the trash can, wet coffee grinds spilled all over the floor.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mishap 2:&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t know if you know how espresso machines work, so I’ll give a little explanation.  Basically, you put the coffee grinds on to this spoon thing.  You stick the spoon into the espresso machine, press a button, and the espresso comes out through a hole at the bottom of the spoon.  Last night, while I was making a mocha, I didn’t realize that I hadn’t put any espresso grinds into the spoon.  I looked away for a second, and when I turned back, I saw water coming out from the bottom of the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mishap 3:&lt;/strong&gt; This happened minutes before I was about to go home.  We have sliding doors for out baked goods shelf/counter.  I noticed that one of the doors was opened, and that’s bad because they’re supposed to be always closed.  So I go over, and I close it a little harder than I normally do, which was very bad because my finger got stuck in the crossfire, and the door slammed right into it.  That thing hurt like hell.  I was jumping up and down like mad, and my co-workers were just staring at me.  When I put my finger under the faucet to let some water run on it, I noticed that it was bleeding, so I wrapped a paper towel around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, those are only three out of the multiples things that happened last night.  There was something else I wanted to blog about, but since I’m finishing this now, and not last night, I’ve already forgotten, so…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106375025480059231?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106375025480059231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106375025480059231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106375025480059231' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106361671771556397</id><published>2003-09-15T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T02:03:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh...I cannot believe how incredibly boring work is.  Things have been so slow, and it's really making me quite lethargic.  I ca't believe my "last" days of working at the airport are going to end like this.  Not to mention there are going to be a lot of people who I'll be missing, and I say a lot because I've gotten to know a bunch of other people who work at the airport, and not just my co-workers.  Besides, it's kinda cool working at the airport.  Okay, I know this is going to sound a bit freaky, but I've always wondered what it would be like if something happened at the airport while I was working there.  Remember the time when some crazy dude started shooting people in teh international terminal, well, I was supposed to go to work that day, but, of course, I didn't...In case you can't remember, this happened last year on July 4...Anyway, I've always thought it would exciting if something happened was I was actually working...Don't get me wrong, I really don't want something bad to happen because...well that would just be wrong.  I'm getting off topic now, so I'll try to get back on track...Yeah, so work's been really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap!  There's something else I wanted to blog about, but I just can't remember.  I'm always doing a bunch of other things while I'm blogging, so my mind get side-trakced easily...if you know me, you know how often that happens...and I forget stuff.  Ah well, I guess I'll just have to leave my blog as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106361671771556397?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106361671771556397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106361671771556397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106361671771556397' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106352771301566470</id><published>2003-09-14T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T01:21:53.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, In N Out didn't call me on Friday...*tear*...but we can't give up hope.  There's still a cahnce they'll call me sometime next week for second call backs.  I so hope they do becuase it would take such a huge load off my back. Well, we're jsut going to have to wait ans find out.  I hate the suspense, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106352771301566470?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106352771301566470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106352771301566470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352771301566470' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106338807029921515</id><published>2003-09-12T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T10:34:30.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today is the day I find out if In N Out is going to hire me, and since tehy'll be calling, I'm going to stop using the internet at 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I too can remember a lot of what happened during Spet. 11, two years ago, but so much of what happened after I went home.  I, honestly, wouldn't want to talk about it, so I won't...see, simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did spend yesterday at work though, and 9/11 did come up in a conversation between my coworkers and me.  We talked about how, if tv stations would show footage of the Twin Towers being attacked, why anyone would want to do that.  I don't even know why people would want to see that.  I don't care if it's the two year anniversary, people shouldn't have to watch that.  Now, I was at work, so I didn't watch any TV yesterday.  One of my coworkers even brought up how she was listening on teh radio, and this lady was asking this doctor's advice.  She said that her daughter's school (and I'm guessing this happened last year) kept showing the destruction of the Twin Towers, and now her daughter was traumatized.  You know what the doctor said?  She said that it was a good thing for her daughter to see because it would help her daughter learn how to cope with later struggles and stuff.  I was like, what!  That's so stupid.  How is that going to help a little girl later in life.  She's already fightened nuts by what happened!  Anyway, I think that doctor person was on crack, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have other things I need to take care of before I get off the internet so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106338807029921515?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106338807029921515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106338807029921515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338807029921515' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106330494559339048</id><published>2003-09-11T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T11:29:05.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that I've finished with my AIM trilogy, I can finally start blogging about other things, like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went back to UCI for my interview at UCI.  I left around 1:50, and do you know what time I got there...2:30!!!  That's freaking early.  Seriously, there was no traffic at all.  Now, I had an hour and a half to kill, so I head over to teh library to write down my books.  I also wrote down Pat's books becuase I'm nice like that.  ^_^  Anyway, I spent the rest of the time at the library e-mailing Pat his book information.  Phew, that was a lot of writing, and he can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then make my way to the University Center, and I try out this place called &lt;strong&gt;Cha For Tea&lt;/strong&gt;.  They sell other stuff, but I went there for teh Boba, which was pretty good.  And the Boba was nice and soft and not hard and stuff.  After buying my drink, I walk over to In N Out, where I meet the manager George.  He seems very friendly, and he was pretty cool during the interview.  I think things went pretty well, but I won't find out if I got hired until Friday.  He said that if I don't here from them by Friday, there's still a chance that they will call me next week.  Still, it would be load off if they hired me on Friday.  I'd be very happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's really nothing else to blog about, except for one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Recent Downloads&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Branch- "Goodbye to You" (Music Video)&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park- "Faint"&lt;br /&gt;ATeens- "Dancing Queen"&lt;br /&gt;Flickerstick- "Beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;Muse- "Plug In Baby"&lt;br /&gt;Matchbox Twenty- "Unwell"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106330494559339048?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106330494559339048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106330494559339048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330494559339048' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106325772936714270</id><published>2003-09-10T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:22:09.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I want to blog about other things today, I promised you a trilogy, so I'm here to deliver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85 [12:42 AM]:  go back here...it's better &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:42 AM]:  chat rooms suck...i remember that's why i hate AOL now &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:43 AM]:  they do &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:43 AM]:  UGH! &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:43 AM]:  you cant get files? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:44 AM]:  what do you mean &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:44 AM]:  i tried sending you a file, but it said that you cant accept files &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:44 AM]:  hold on &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:45 AM]:  you mean through aim &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:46 AM]:  yeah &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:46 AM]:  through AIM &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:47 AM]:  well, i don't know why i can't &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:47 AM]:  try e-mailing it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:47 AM]:  hmmm, it's too big for emails &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:47 AM]:  plus its easier when you direct connect &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:47 AM]:  oh well &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:47 AM]:  what is it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:47 AM]:  some funny video &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:47 AM]:  wait...why dont you try this... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:47 AM]:  how do you send stuff through aim anyway &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:48 AM]:  ok &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:48 AM]:  lemme tell you... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:48 AM]:  pull down the PEOPLE menu in this IM &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:48 AM]:  then click on OPEN DIRECT IM CONNECTION &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:48 AM]:  dunno if you can though... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:49 AM]:  you mean on the IM screen &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:49 AM]:  yeah.. &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:49 AM]:  right above  &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:50 AM]:  there isn't a PEOPLE thing, but let me try something &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:50 AM]:  grrr &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:50 AM]:  you growl a lot &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:51 AM]:  GRRRRRRR &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:51 AM]:  damn straight &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:51 AM]:  too funny &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:51 AM]:  here, try this... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:51 AM]:  go to your buddy list and press F3 &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:52 AM]:  that should take you to IM preferences &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:52 AM]:  ok &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:52 AM]:  then what &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:53 AM]:  ummm... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:53 AM]:  go down to FILE TRANSFER in the category menu &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:53 AM]:  sure...if there was one &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:54 AM]:  ugh, i think you have a retarded version of AIM &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:54 AM]:  err wait...are you using AOL software? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:54 AM]:  yeah &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:54 AM]:  i thought you were on AIM for a sec &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:54 AM]:  blah, nevermind &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:54 AM]:  that's why it wont work &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:54 AM]:  i was about to say that&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:55 AM]:  let me get on AIM &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:55 AM]:  alrighty... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:58 AM]:  taking longer than i expected &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:58 AM]:  oh well &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:58 AM]:  just wait till UCI then &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:58 AM]:  it's not too far away &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:59 AM]:  true &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:59 AM]:  it's coming a lot sooner than i expected &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:59 AM]:  next week! &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:59 AM]:  wow &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:59 AM]:  well...yeah youre right, next week &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:59 AM]:  but it's more like a week and a half still &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [12:59 AM]:  and we still dont start classes until the friday after move in &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [12:59 AM]:  you don't sound too excited &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:00 AM]:  i am... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:00 AM]:  but it just seems so far away &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:02 AM]:  in some ways i feel that way too &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:03 AM]:  yeah...some part of me is just extremely excited about it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:03 AM]:  me too &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:03 AM]:  but then another part of me wants to cling on to summer &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:03 AM]:  i can hardly contain it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:03 AM]:  i feel ya &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:04 AM]:  *sigh* i really cant wait &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:04 AM]:  everyone else seems to be having fun at school &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:05 AM]:  i just wanna get in on that &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:05 AM]:  i can't wait to see how our room turns out &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:05 AM]:  me too &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:05 AM]:  should be nice &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:05 AM]:  i need to buy posters &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:05 AM]:  i only have linkin park... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:06 AM]:  and the natalie portman calendar &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:06 AM]:  i have tapestries of anime, but they're too big &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:06 AM]:  yes...the calendar &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:06 AM]:  ooo yeah &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:06 AM]:  it's hanging right by me right now &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:06 AM]:  lol &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:06 AM]:  cool &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:06 AM]:  i'm trying to get one of michelle branch or sarah michelle gellar &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:07 AM]:  i might have to settle for a buffy one &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:07 AM]:  couldnt find any? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:07 AM]:  ohhh &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:07 AM]:  not in stores anyway &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:08 AM]:  online shopping's the way of the future &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:08 AM]:  yes it is &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:10 AM]:  i suppose it's best if it get some sleep now &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:10 AM]:  don't want to oversleep again &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:11 AM]:  hehe... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:11 AM]:  alright then &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:11 AM]:  later dayz &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:11 AM]:  i guess this means youre ditching &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:11 AM]:  sure thing bub &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:11 AM]:  no, not ditching &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:11 AM]:  later &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:11 AM]:  sleeping &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:11 AM]:  sleeping...ditching...theyre all the same in the end &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:11 AM]:  riiiiight &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:11 AM]:  leffffft &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:12 AM]:  shut up &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [1:12 AM]:  youre the boss &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [1:12 AM]:  later dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106325772936714270?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106325772936714270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106325772936714270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106325772936714270' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106321788758874942</id><published>2003-09-10T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:18:07.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, did you have fun reading Part One?  Anyway, here's Part Two.  Pat decided to start talking in an AOL chatroom, which is why I decided Part Two should begin here.  I wanted to say that this part include Theo, but, for some reaosn, AOL doesn't allow me to retrieve everything in the chatroom.  So, you basically missed on a bunch of stuff, but, hey, this is long enough, don't you think?  Just so I make myself clear, this sin't the end, even though I said it would be.  There will be a part three, and I'll probably get to it later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: 	im guessing theyre gonna go ballistic if they find out im not&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	maybe&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	seee....and that's the stuff that makes me feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	cuz i hate it when parents get mad because of someone else&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i'm just spiting you&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	ha&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	got ya&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	well hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	not mad are oyu&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	nahh&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	you*&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	just thought it was cruel cuz of what you told me about your mom and the bed incident&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	ok then&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	ah well&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	say...what happened to theo&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	say...i dunno&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	why don't you find out&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	you're the curious one&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	we're the renegades of funk&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	you betcha&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	boozer&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	whatever...&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	ditching suckkah&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	now you're getting a little weird&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	weirod&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	weirdo&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	lol...your typing's just too hilarous&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	hilarious*&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i know...i know&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i'll have to see if daniel can go tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	hopefully he can...crossing my fingers for you&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	i dont wanna leave you completely in the cold&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	hey...did you get an e-mail about job opportunities at mesa court&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	yes&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	and screw that&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	why&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	dunno...&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	that sounds just like doing clerical work&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	boring stuff&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	it's money&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	it's boring&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	and boredom leads to less productivity&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i think i'll apply, in case i don't get in n out&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	sounds like a plan...&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	yup&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	what time do you plan on sleeping&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	not for a long wihle&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	while*&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	taking after me now, are you&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	what are you talking about?&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	ohhh&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	typos...i get it&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	that's right&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	you got quiet all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	busy?&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	nahh&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	im just sitting here trying to make the room cooler&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	if i move a lot it gets all warm all of a sudden&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	lol&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i'm in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	nice and cold&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	grrr....im upstairs where all the heat goes&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	only one story in my hosue&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	ha...i miss having a little house&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	err, one story house&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	this house aint all that big&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	big enough&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	ehh, i guess with one less person&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	dude, i just posted teh stuff we talk about before the chat room&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	it is looooooooooong&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	yeah, i figured&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	and i just cant wait to read it&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	all of it&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	im actually reading it&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	i wasnt sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	there's a lot of stuff that doesn't make sense&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	if you read it line by line that is&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	cause a lot of other stuff gets mixed in&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	well, i figured out how to read IMs&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	it requires jumping up and down&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	i mean, the lines at least&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	not physically&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	lol&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	yeah&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i know&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	tomorrow, you'll see this conversation up&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	give me a song to download&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	ummm....?&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	hmmmm&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	calling all angels&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	lol&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	matchbox 20&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	unwell&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	great song&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	quite possibly their best song&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i like matchbox twenty too&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	i like disease better than unwell though&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	ehhh&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	i like it second best&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	then 3am&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	then real world&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	then push&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	then the difference&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	then so sad so lonely&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	and that's about it&lt;br /&gt;AvinRM8: 	what's the one where, in the music video, he's walking like there's wind against him&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	hmmm, i dunno&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	ewww, a wind&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	what else is in the music video&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	cuz i only know the unwell music video&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	i havent really seen their other ones&lt;br /&gt;UNiBombr85: 	oh wait, how can you forget about the song he did with carlos Santana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106321788758874942?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106321788758874942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106321788758874942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321788758874942' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106317881811490568</id><published>2003-09-10T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T00:26:58.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember how I said I blog again tonight?  Well, here it is.  This blog will come in two parts.  The second part I'll post tomorrow because each one is really long.  Anyway, here's the first part of Pat's and my online conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:26 PM]:  good, you on &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:27 PM]:  you're &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:28 PM]:  cone on pat, answer me &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:28 PM]:  come* &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:28 PM]:  ohhh....sorry, i was away for a sec... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:28 PM]:  hold up again &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:29 PM]:  ok &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:35 PM]:  *rolls thumbs* &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:36 PM]:  *whistles* &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:37 PM]:  dude, a little patience... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:37 PM]:  but im back now &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:38 PM]:  lol &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:38 PM]:  just passing the time &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:38 PM]:  do you even know who this is &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:38 PM]:  so what's on your mind &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:38 PM]:  i guess you do &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:38 PM]:  how'd you know &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:39 PM]:  dude...of course &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:39 PM]:  i only read your tagboard &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:39 PM]:  ok &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:39 PM]:  cause apparently, jp doesn't &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:39 PM]:  youre just cruel &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:39 PM]:  i hate when people do that to me &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:39 PM]:  that wasn't my fault &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:39 PM]:  i just ignore them &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:40 PM]:  dude...i have something to tellyou &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:40 PM]:  uh oh... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:40 PM]:  *sigh* &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:40 PM]:  you know how you wanted the bed by teh window &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:40 PM]:  the* &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:40 PM]:  mmmhmmm? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:40 PM]:  well, i told my mom that i was going ot let you have it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:40 PM]:  to* &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:41 PM]:  and wow...what a reaction &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:41 PM]:  uh huh... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:41 PM]:  she went ballistic &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:41 PM]:  but ssshhh, don't tell her i told you &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:41 PM]:  why such a reaction? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:41 PM]:  i wont...but why? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:41 PM]:  i mean, dude... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:41 PM]:  because she thinks the bed by teh door is a really bad spot &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:41 PM]:  no offense, but she seems to get pissed at the slightest things &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:42 PM]:  i was like, i don't care &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:42 PM]:  lol &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:42 PM]:  so she wants you to have it? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:42 PM]:  you have no idea &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:42 PM]:  well whatever... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:42 PM]:  no, you can still have it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:42 PM]:  i'm just telling you how she reacted &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:42 PM]:  i thought she was overboard, and so did ian, but oh well &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:43 PM]:  that just makes me feel bad about having it... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:43 PM]:  i told...it's just a bed &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:43 PM]:  i was worried you would be &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:43 PM]:  which is why i was thinking about not telling you &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:43 PM]:  but there's some negativity behind the bed now &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:43 PM]:  but i was going to blog about it, so you would have found out anyway &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:44 PM]:  hmmm, oh well...i was told and now i know &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:44 PM]:  don't worry, she'll get over it once we're all mpved in adn everything &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:44 PM]:  damn, look at all those typos &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:44 PM]:  it coulda been cuz of what you told her &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:44 PM]:  you said you were gonna "let me have it" &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:44 PM]:  i hope... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:44 PM]:  i should really watch what i type &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:45 PM]:  oh well...no need for correction &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:45 PM]:  you really should &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:45 PM]:  yeah...she thinks i should have just gotten the bed &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:45 PM]:  dont tell me you type by looking down at they keyboard still &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:45 PM]:  she thinks i should've asked you before you asked me &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:45 PM]:  what if i do &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:45 PM]:  *sigh* oh well &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:46 PM]:  i never really learned how to type "correctly" &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:46 PM]:  loyola summer school didn't do jack for me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:46 PM]:  at least if there's an earthquake, you wont have glass in your face &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:46 PM]:  tsk  &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:46 PM]:  shameful... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:46 PM]:  oh well...i guess mavis beacon isnt for everyone &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:47 PM]:  lol &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:47 PM]:  so, how was shopping &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:48 PM]:  t'was alright &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:48 PM]:  all we ended up getting was some desk lamps &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:48 PM]:  im gonna have to wait for computer stuff until another day &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:48 PM]:  my mom wanted me to tell you that the printer i have is still on sale at staples &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:48 PM]:  what kind is it? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:48 PM]:  she also said you might get a better deal at office depot too &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:48 PM]:  cuz i want an epson &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:48 PM]:  i just have a bias for those &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:48 PM]:  oh...i see &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:48 PM]:  it's hp &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:48 PM]:  hmmmm, well...ill look all around &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:49 PM]:  never mind then &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:49 PM]:  grrrr....hp &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:49 PM]:  well, ill look into it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:49 PM]:  what's wrong with hp &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:49 PM]:  nothing &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:49 PM]:  suuuuuuuuure &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:49 PM]:  i have one even...but i like epsons better &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:49 PM]:  i just like the quality better &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:49 PM]:  that;s your choice &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:49 PM]:  i've had hp for most of my life &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:50 PM]:  thanks for pointing out the obvious... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:50 PM]:  hehe &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:50 PM]:  i started out with a lexmark...horrible &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:50 PM]:  and now this HP one...blah &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:50 PM]:  never even heard of it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:50 PM]:  i love epson... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:50 PM]:  then marry it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:50 PM]:  well youre missing out &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:50 PM]:  it's a bigggggg brand &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:50 PM]:  well obviously it wasn't good enough for you &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:51 PM]:  nope &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:51 PM]:  so i'm not missing out &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:51 PM]:  no you are... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:51 PM]:  riiiiiight &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:51 PM]:  ugh &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:52 PM]:  what &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:53 PM]:  dunno.. &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:53 PM]:  just thought random ugh-ing should come in &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:53 PM]:  thank you india &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:54 PM]:  are you going ot keep putting in random things more often just because i mentioned it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:54 PM]:  nope &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:54 PM]:  im just doing it for my own sake &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:54 PM]:  uh, huh, rihgt &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:54 PM]:  right* &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:54 PM]:  do you know who pat benatar is &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:54 PM]:  well...just like you have this urge to put riiiight and suuuuures everwhere, i have the urge to put random things in  &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:54 PM]:  nope i dont &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:55 PM]:  she's a singer, and she has this one really cool song &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:55 PM]:  just so you know, she was famous in the 80's &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:55 PM]:  what kinda song...like what genre? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:55 PM]:  Rock i guess &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:55 PM]:  hmmmm, *shrugs* &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:55 PM]:  it's call "invincible" if you want to check it ou &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:56 PM]:  ummm....hmmmm &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:56 PM]:  ill d/l it in a sec &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:56 PM]:  it better be good &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:56 PM]:  i swear i'm going to kill myself over those typos &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:56 PM]:  i like it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:56 PM]:  besides, it's only a second of your time to download &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:56 PM]:  ehhh... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:56 PM]:  hold up &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:58 PM]:  well you should download some phantom planet songs &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:58 PM]:  i was planning on getting the one from the oc &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:58 PM]:  did you see tongiht's episode &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:58 PM]:  california &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:58 PM]:  yup &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:59 PM]:  good stuff &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:59 PM]:  yes sir i did &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:59 PM]:  good stuff as well &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:59 PM]:  unfortunately, i can't download as quickly as you can &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [10:59 PM]:  so i do things one song at a time &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:59 PM]:  oh well... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [10:59 PM]:  it's alright so far... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  where'd you get this song from? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:00 PM]:  i actually first heard it watching an anime music video &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:00 PM]:  yes, i watch that stuff &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  figures... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  oh i got that impression &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:00 PM]:  yup &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  i mean, with all those animes youre into... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:01 PM]:  you have no idea &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:01 PM]:  i wish i can say the same...i mean, i used to...but then it just got bleh to me &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:02 PM]:  you just have to find the right ones &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:02 PM]:  i guess... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:02 PM]:  but my friend gets all excited about showing me anime and they all turn out being crappy &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:02 PM]:  it's amazing how into it he is &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:02 PM]:  like what &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:03 PM]:  i dont remember &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:03 PM]:  but one of 'em is on comedy central right about now &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:03 PM]:  errr, the cartoon network &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:03 PM]:  not comedy central &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:03 PM]:  most of the stuff on cartoon network isn't that great anyway &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:04 PM]:  cartoon network was cool in the old days &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:04 PM]:  i never even really watched it then... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:04 PM]:  scooby doo &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:04 PM]:  psh &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:04 PM]:  they do have great stuff right now....family guy &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:04 PM]:  the movie was cool &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:04 PM]:  i wonder why you say that?! &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:05 PM]:  well, you know me quite well don't you &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:05 PM]:  i guess... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:05 PM]:  of course, i'm kind of obvious when it comes to that certain thing &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:05 PM]:  of course... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:05 PM]:  of course &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:05 PM]:  you cant hide that... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:05 PM]:  sarah michelle gellar &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:05 PM]:  hmm... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:06 PM]:  cruel intentions was one of her good movies &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:06 PM]:  i agree &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:06 PM]:  now i cant think of other movies she was in... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:06 PM]:  never got to see the entire hting though &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:06 PM]:  perhaps you know... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:06 PM]:  once again, you missed out &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:07 PM]:  scream 2, i know what you did last summer, harvard man, simply irresistible...among others &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:07 PM]:  missed out on what &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:07 PM]:  ohhhh riight &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:07 PM]:  last two i never heard of &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:07 PM]:  you wouldn't &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:07 PM]:  on finishing cruel intentions &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:07 PM]:  it's like that natalie portman movie you just downloaded &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:07 PM]:  selma blair...funny stuff in that movie &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:07 PM]:  i saw that much &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:07 PM]:  i think that was selma blair &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:08 PM]:  it was &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:08 PM]:  it was her first movie &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:08 PM]:  from 1994 &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:08 PM]:  yes sir &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:08 PM]:  she and jean reno are in it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:08 PM]:  i just realized that jean reno isnt even really french &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:08 PM]:  ah well, can't do anything about it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:08 PM]:  that prick &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:08 PM]:  maybe i could.... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:08 PM]:  okaaaaaay &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:09 PM]:  they say faith can move mountains... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:09 PM]:  i bet it can &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:10 PM]:  im yet to see it happen &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:10 PM]:  you know who else you should listen to...music-wise &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:10 PM]:  ummm...? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:10 PM]:  michelle branch &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:10 PM]:  wait...was the anime you got invincible from called gundam wing? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:10 PM]:  she's my number 2 &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:11 PM]:  yes &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:11 PM]:  why &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:11 PM]:  grrrrr, that was one anime that my friend was trying to show me but i had no interest in &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:11 PM]:  gundam wing's alright &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:11 PM]:  i had to sit through countless hours of him explaining stuff to me &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:11 PM]:  i didnt even want him to explain to me... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:11 PM]:  he'd just do it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:12 PM]:  i liked the music video though &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:12 PM]:  and also evangelion &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:12 PM]:  but i guess that was alright &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:12 PM]:  have you seen the music video &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:12 PM]:  nopez &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:12 PM]:  then why'd you guess gundam wing &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:12 PM]:  of all the anime &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:13 PM]:  i dont watch AMVs &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:13 PM]:  cuz...that's what kazaa said &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:13 PM]:  i see &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:13 PM]:  maybe i'll show it to you then &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:14 PM]:  show what? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:14 PM]:  gundam wing? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:14 PM]:  it's gonna be an instant walk out... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:14 PM]:  or the music video? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:14 PM]:  im lost... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:14 PM]:  music video &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:14 PM]:  unless you want to download it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:14 PM]:  that's your choice &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:15 PM]:  naah...why bother downloading something i probably wont keep &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:15 PM]:  ill wait &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:15 PM]:  show me on the 21st &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:15 PM]:  or sometime thereafter &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:15 PM]:  alright &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:15 PM]:  now...back to michelle branch &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:15 PM]:  she's got good stuff &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:16 PM]:  that i know &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:16 PM]:  cool &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:16 PM]:  i'm going to start downloading like crazy all her stuff &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:16 PM]:  but vanessa carlton is soooooo much better &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:16 PM]:  lol....jk, just thought id spite you &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:16 PM]:  i hate vanessa carlton &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:16 PM]:  back to that again....and then i stop &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:16 PM]:  lol &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:16 PM]:  sad to say that ihave her cd &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:16 PM]:  cuz she's good competition to michelle? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:17 PM]:  ha... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:17 PM]:  youre just like theo and whitney houston &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:17 PM]:  no...most of the songs on her cd suck &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:17 PM]:  you have a rival's CD &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:17 PM]:  seriously &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:17 PM]:  amazing... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:17 PM]:  it was free &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:17 PM]:  that's the only reaosn why i have it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:17 PM]:  reasonP &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:17 PM]:  reason* &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:18 PM]:  uh huh....i believe you... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:18 PM]:  whatever &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:18 PM]:  lol... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:18 PM]:  i still don't see what's so great about calling all angels &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:18 PM]:  i do &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:19 PM]:  i just like it....i didnt say you had to... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:19 PM]:  i know &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:19 PM]:  you know, i'm watching a michelle branch music video right now &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:19 PM]:  well i know what im gonna be blasting in the dorm &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:20 PM]:  when arent you watching michelle branch &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:20 PM]:  im just gonna assume she's there right now &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:20 PM]:  too true &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:20 PM]:  that would be nice &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:20 PM]:  ha... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:20 PM]:  if only... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:21 PM]:  you know what i'm gonna do &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:22 PM]:  ummm....? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:22 PM]:  i'm going to post this conversation on my blog for fun &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:22 PM]:  unless you have any objections &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:22 PM]:  alright... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:22 PM]:  i dont care &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:23 PM]:  the whole thing? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:23 PM]:  cool &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:23 PM]:  yes &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:23 PM]:  cause i feel like it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:23 PM]:  kind of spur of the moment you know &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:23 PM]:  damn, whatever... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:23 PM]:  it's sooooo long &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:23 PM]:  that way everyone can see all my typos &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:23 PM]:  ha, i guess that's worth showing off &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:24 PM]:  i'm downloading california now &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:24 PM]:  excellent &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:24 PM]:  it's such a california song... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:24 PM]:  i mean, obviously &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:24 PM]:  if you want to check my blog, i posted part of the conversation already &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:25 PM]:  ill check it out later &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:25 PM]:  alright &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:25 PM]:  so, still willing to go tomorrow &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:25 PM]:  eek...it's feeling stuffy in my room all of a sudden &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:25 PM]:  willing... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:25 PM]:  why &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:25 PM]:  willing.... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:26 PM]:  willing... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:26 PM]:  well, i can play the stick game... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:26 PM]:  ok, i can play the stick game too &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:26 PM]:  ugh....so? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:26 PM]:  but i think that if you start it, you still have to say "ok" &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:26 PM]:  *sticks out tongue* &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:27 PM]:  ok, no need for something as obscene as that &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:27 PM]:  that's rated PG13 &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:27 PM]:  we're trying to keep it G here &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:27 PM]:  i'm sorry, are you 6 &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:27 PM]:  keep that in mind... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:27 PM]:  possibly &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:27 PM]:  well, you giggle like one &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:27 PM]:  no i dont...i giggle like a school girl &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:28 PM]:  but not necessarily 6 &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:28 PM]:  maybe it's just an airhead &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:28 PM]:  fine...if that's what you want to be &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:28 PM]:  alright... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:28 PM]:  im fine with that &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:29 PM]:  do you still talk to that person i used to know? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:29 PM]:  anyways, let me rephrase my previous question for you &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:29 PM]:  funny you hsould mention &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:29 PM]:  lalallalalaallalaa &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:29 PM]:  lalalalala &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:29 PM]:  lalalallaa &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:29 PM]:  lalalala &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:29 PM]:  why funny? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:29 PM]:  i talks to him last week &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:29 PM]:  talked* &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:29 PM]:  online that is &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:30 PM]:  hmmm, good to see you two are talking &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:30 PM]:  yeah &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:30 PM]:  it was cool &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:31 PM]:  why'd you ask about him &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:31 PM]:  miss him &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:31 PM]:  ;-) &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:31 PM]:  ha, no...i just saw his sn pop up &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:31 PM]:  really &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:32 PM]:  why do you still have it &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:32 PM]:  some ray of hope &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:32 PM]:  no, i just never got around to deleting it &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:32 PM]:  but then again, i might have a purpose for it sometime later on &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:32 PM]:  i never know... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:32 PM]:  mmm, hmmm &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:33 PM]:  anyways, since the subject has been changed twice already... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:33 PM]:  ouch...phone call &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:33 PM]:  phone call? &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:33 PM]:  speak of the devil...it's theo &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:34 PM]:  ah &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:37 PM]:  tell him i said hi &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:37 PM]:  alright... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:37 PM]:  he says hiiii &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:38 PM]:  cool &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:40 PM]:  anyways, about tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...quite a challenge to read, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106317881811490568?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106317881811490568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106317881811490568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106317881811490568' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106317454806525104</id><published>2003-09-09T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T23:15:48.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As much as I wanted to blog, I just don't really feel like it.  It might be because I'm doing other stuff right now, so maybe we'll just have to wait and see if I'll blog some more later.  Then that'll be a record of three blogs in day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I just wanted to say that I was able to download two more things today.  Man, I love Kazaa and my laptop.  It'll even be better once I get to UCI, so I can download even more quickly.  Anyway, I download Michelle Branch's music video for my favorite song "Are You Happy Now," and I was finally able to get my hands on Pat Benatar's "Invincible."  It's a rockin' song, and, as I just told Pat, I first heard this song watching an Anime Music Video.  See:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  where'd you get this song from? &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:00 PM]:  i actually first heard it watching an anime music video &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:00 PM]:  yes, i watch that stuff &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  figures... &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  oh i got that impression &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:00 PM]:  yup &lt;br /&gt; UNiBombr85 [11:00 PM]:  i mean, with all those animes youre into... &lt;br /&gt; AvinRM8 [11:01 PM]:  you have no idea &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I wasn't lieing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106317454806525104?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106317454806525104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106317454806525104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106317454806525104' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106314865017971297</id><published>2003-09-09T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T16:04:10.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was supposed to go to UCI today, but my plans got all messed because: 1. I overslept and 2. My brother doens't have any keys to the house, so if I leave, he can't get in.  This all just means that now, I have to go tomorrow.  Hopefully, things will turn out better.  That manager guy better be there tomorrow, cause if he's not, well, then that just plain sucks.  Also, I was talking to Pat, online earlier today, and he said that's he'd go with me tomorrow.  well, at least I think he's going to go because I couldn't really tell if he was giving me a serious answer or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back on my laptop fixing all my files and stuff.  I might blog again later tonight because nothing's going on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106314865017971297?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106314865017971297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106314865017971297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106314865017971297' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106309688053965670</id><published>2003-09-09T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T01:52:14.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am, once again using my laptop in the wee early hours of the morning.  Today had to be one of the slowest work days in Bradley history, and by that I mean, for as long as I've been there.  It was a little busy when I first got there, but after getting stuff from Delta, the terminal was pretty much deserted...well, not really deserted, but you know what I mean.  I still made $11 out of tips, which is pretty good for a really slow day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another comment about work...I received a huge shock today.  Upon entering, I looked at the sink and saw...*dun dun dun*...a whole bucket full of dirty rags. I was just like, "How could they have dirtied up all these rags so quickly?"  I mean, not even 24 hours had passed sinced I washed them all.  This pretty much put me in a sour mood, and I had just started.  Things only got worse when the store was pretty much in a mess, and we were running low on certain things.  I , therefore, agreed to go to Delta to replenish our stock supply.  Anyway, I started to wash the rags again.  After I finished about eight of them, I decided to quit.  I figured that, if they were going to just get them all dirty again, what was the point.  Besides, I have the next two days off, so I wanted to see if anyone was going to have them cleaned by the time I come back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much lighter note, I just finished downloaded "The Rememdy" by Jason Mraz, so it is officially the second song to be downloaded on to my laptop.  Yay!  Which brings me to something.  Late Senior year in Loyola, my friend JP promised to burn me Jason Mraz's CD.  Everytime I asked him about, he told me he didn't have time or he forgot, but he get right to it as soon as he could.  Well, he finally burned it for me, but it was after we graduated.  He was planning to give it to me at Kris' party, but I didn't go because I had work.   Therefore, I just want to say that, yes JP, you still owe me that CD. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding stuff to blog about these days has been so hard.  I could blog about nothing like Pat does, but how can you blog about nothing?  Answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by teh way, I'm going to go back to the In N Out by UCI tomorrow, so wish me luck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "The rememdy is the experience&lt;br /&gt;This is a dangerous liason&lt;br /&gt;I said the comedy is that it's serious&lt;br /&gt;This is a strange enough new play on words&lt;br /&gt;I said the tragedy is how you're gonna spend&lt;br /&gt;The rest of your life with your light on&lt;br /&gt;So shine your light on all of your friends&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all amounts to nothing in the end"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106309688053965670?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106309688053965670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106309688053965670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106309688053965670' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106301388465741603</id><published>2003-09-08T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T03:06:08.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know.  It's been quite awhile since my last post, but, how am I supposed to blog when nothing happens?  Fortunately, I do have stuff to talk about today.  I don't know how much you guys like to hear about my work because that's what's coming up, as well as some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't what's been going on lately, but business at work has been rather slow since last Thursday.  I mean, it picks up late at night, around 10:30-11:00, but before that, it's pretty much just boredom city.  There was one day when there were six of us, and there was nothing to do.  People didn't want to take their breaks becuase we had already taken them, and to take another so early would be pointless.  Yeah, so that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, work turned out a little differently than usual.  You see, we use rags to wipe stuff.  It just so happened that the pile of dirty rags in the sink was piling up to unnatural purpotrions.  Becuase it was taking up space, I decided that, since no one else was going to do it, I would clean them.  Realizing how many rags there were, i even told a co-worker that my goal for the day would be to finish cleaning the rags by teh time I got off of work.  Of course, I wasn't about to clean all the rags at once becuase I still had to help do other stuff, so I cleaned them in bundles of about 8-12.  Let me tell you, washing those rags really gives you a work out, not to mention, it gets you really wet.  Anyway, I was able to finish just as it was itme for me to go home.  In the end, I probably washed about 40 rags.  That's a lot of work if you odn't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all know about how I have to go back to UCI because of the whole In N Out situaiton right?  Well, I'm going to go back this Tuesday because that's my next day off.  Which brings me to this.  Pat, if you're reading this, I wanted to let you know that, if you want to come along wiht me, that'd be cool.  If not, let me know what classes you're taking because I'm going to go the UCI bookstore.  I'm going to write down all teh books I need and their prices, so I can do the same for you if you'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just downloaded this Anime Music Video that's not even a minute long, and I wanted to say that it was the most pointless AMV I've ever seen.  First of all, the song was the one Ariel's sisters sing in The Little Mermaid.  Second, it's not long enough to make any sense at all.  I guess I downloaded it out of curiosity, but now I wish I hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if you're all acquainted wiht my obssession for the song "Stuck" by Stacie Orrico, so I'd like to let you know how obssessed by telling that it's the first song I've downloaded on to my new laptop.  Yay!  Now, I'm not saying she's my favorite artist or anything, it's the song I can't get out of my head.  Anyway, that's just a little tid bit of info I wanted to give, since I just downloaded the song right now, and am currrently listening to it since it's the only song I have on my laptop at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to let you all know that I'm adding a new section to my links.  As you all know, I'm a writer, and writing is what I do.  So, if you're interested in the stuff I write, I'm goign to be putting up links to them.  Right now, I've only got fanfiction available for viewing, but I'll get other things up as soon as I can too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just want to say how much fun I'm having wiht my new laptop.  I'm currently...well, i don't mean right at this moment...trasferring file bewteen the computer in my house to my laptop.  True, it's kind of a pain since I've got a lto fo stuff to transfer, but I'm having fun doing it too, so it's all good really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;What am I waiting for&lt;br /&gt;My heart's still breaking&lt;br /&gt;I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fake it&lt;br /&gt;The way I could before&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106301388465741603?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106301388465741603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106301388465741603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106301388465741603' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106269934897571819</id><published>2003-09-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T13:04:17.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; I forgot to put this earlier.  There are two new additions to my online album &lt;strong&gt;cast of characters&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;bacalaureate&lt;/strong&gt;.  Go check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho, mucho to talk about today.  First off, I want to say that the pst two days have been weird because I've bee seeing a lot of familiar faces.  Two days ago, I was at the mall (&lt;strong&gt;Westside&lt;/strong&gt; to be exact) and I saw my former theology teacher &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Sampson&lt;/strong&gt; with one of her daughters.  Then, yesterday...well, I'll got to that a little later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was no other.  I'm sure you all know that I have a loan to pay off for college, which means I need to find work.  Yes, I do have a job, but it'll be rough having to come back every weeked just to work.  Anyway, so yesterday was the day that I went to look for a job at Irvine.  I wish there were other people with me because it would have been more fun, but it wasn't so bad actually.  It got even better when my cousin &lt;strong&gt;Jovie&lt;/strong&gt; was with me.  He'll be a Sophomore next year...but I'm getting a head of myself.  I'll start from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my house at about 7:20.  Traffic was pretty good actually, and it wasn't until maybe halfway when it satrted to slow down.  The part I hated the most about the traffic form that point on was that I couldn't use the carpool lane, even though I was greatly tempted to...but I didn't!  I don't do illegal things like that you know.  By the time I got to irvine, about an hour and ten minutes had passed by.  Now, I wanted to park accross from the &lt;strong&gt;Student Center&lt;/strong&gt;, but, never having driven there before, I missed a couple turns and ended parking all the way by &lt;strong&gt;Social Sciences&lt;/strong&gt;.  Again, still not used to the layout of the campus, I took a huge loop to get to the Student Cetner.  It wasn't unitl I arrived at teh Student Center that I realized I could have just walked straight form the parking lot to there.  Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the Student Cetner, which is a really nice place actually, and get on to the computer.  I do some business on the internet before I tried to access the job listings in the &lt;strong&gt;Career Center's&lt;/strong&gt; website.  It wouldn't work at home, so I thought it might work here.  Well, it didn't.  And then, I checked my e-mail because I e-mailed the Career Center, and they said that, because I'm a new student, I wouldn't be able to have access to it until Sept. 22.  Now I didn't know what to do because most of the stores and stuff on campus were still closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only place open at the time was the &lt;strong&gt;Bookstore&lt;/strong&gt;, so I go there.  I've only been in the bookstore once, adn i didn't realy get a chance to look around, so I thought this would be a good time to do that.  I checked a couple books beofre I headed towards the back of the store to where all the UCI paraphinalia...Did I spell that right?  I've never spelled it before...Anyway, the first thing that came to me was, "Wow!  They sure do have a lot of sweatshirts!"  And I'm not kidding.  The sweashirts were like took up 50% or more of what they sold.  They so many different kinds to choose from, but there was one that really stuck out.  I didn't buy anything yet because I was saving that for before I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do, I decided to walk around the &lt;strong&gt;University Center&lt;/strong&gt;.  It's teh places with all the shops and restaurants and stuff.  Well, only a couple of stores were open.  Most of the stores weren't going to open until 10:30 or 11:00.  I spent my time just wandering around, until my cousin called me and told me he was still getting his car fixed, so if I wanted, I could go pick him up, and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by his house to get some breakfast, and, let me tell you, his hosue was excatly what I imagined a college hosue would look like.  I mean, it wasn't a disaster messy, but it wasn't spiffy clean either.  Then again, I can't blame him and his housemates for the mess because they just had a party not to long ago.  Plus, I'm sure it's hard to keep a house clean with two dogs living there as well...Their names are &lt;strong&gt;Roxy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bruno&lt;/strong&gt;...I had &lt;strong&gt;Frosted Flakes&lt;/strong&gt; and Jovie had a tuna sandwhich.  He told me that tuna was the only thing he had eaten for an entire week.  We then go upstiars to show me his room.  It's not very big and not very furnished.  He tried to get on the internet to help me look for a job, but for some reason, it wasn't working.  One of his housemates went to investigate the problem and found that the dogs ahd chewed up their &lt;strong&gt;ethernet cable&lt;/strong&gt;.  I thought it was kind of funny.  Well, since the internet was out of the question, Jovie and I just went back to UCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the University Center because most of the stores had opened by now.  Unfortuntately, most of the places we went to weren't accepting applications.  Then, we walked into this store that sold Anime, comics, cards, and other stuff...remember when I said that I saw familiar faces, well here's the second one...Pat, remember that one &lt;strong&gt;SPOP&lt;/strong&gt; leader who didn't know &lt;strong&gt;Alice Cooper&lt;/strong&gt;?  Well, he works at that comic store.  Jovie and I finally go to &lt;strong&gt;In N Out&lt;/strong&gt;, and I get an application there.  I fill it out, hadn it back,a dn they tell me to come between 3-5 for the interview.  With lots of time to kill, Jovie decides that we should go to the bookstore to look at my school books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive out of the University Center, and I park in the correct parking lot this time.  We use a computer in the bookstore ot find out what classes both he and I have...and man does he have a lot of classes...Before we go downstairs to where the text books are, we check out some backpacks because we both need one.  The cheapest one we ould find was $40, and then I even found one that was $80.  I didn't even know that backpacks could cost that much.  We go downstairs and wrote down the prices and ISBN numbers because he said that sometime we can find the books cheaper online.  Here's how much I'd have to spend if I bough the books at UCI (including used books): &lt;strong&gt;$253.10!!!&lt;/strong&gt;  That's a lot of money!  So we head back upstairs to look online.  Unfortunately, the websites wouldn't work with the ISBN numbers we had, so we went downstairs to look at the titles.  We put the titles in, and they worked.  I have a book that costs $81 dollars.  Online, we found teh same book for about $7.  Of course, we're not sure if it's exactly the same book or what condition it's in.  I'm sure we did stuff after this, but I cna't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, by this time, we were hungry, so we drove back to In N Out.  Here's where I saw another familiar face.  Pat, remember the guy who I said look like Jeff, he was there.  Joive and I spent quite some time there becuase we thought we could wait until three.  After we ate, we started reminiscing about video games, our family, and other stuff.  Eventually, we decided to see if his car was fixed.  When we got to the gas station, however, his car was still parked in the same place it was when he brought it in, so we didn't know if they even touched it.  He told me that he'd wait here for his car, while I went back to take the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to the interview, I stopped by the bookstore again because I don't have any UCI clothing yet.  Unfortunately, I didn't have a lot of money with me, so I was pretty limited as to what I wanted to buy.  In teh end, I got the sweatshirt that I saw earlier and a keychain.  there was this long-sleeved shirt that I really wanted, but not enough money to get it.  Oh, and it was at this time that I found out my new laptop came because I called my brother and he told me.  As I left the bookstore, I saw another familair face.  This guy was also a SPOP leader, and he was the one who had to do all that community service and stuff for drinking or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time for the interview, so I went back to In N Out, and here's were I saw my final familiar face of the day.  This guy, and otehr SPOP leader, graduated from Loyola and works at In N Out, so that it.  He's the last one.  Anyway, I get interviewed by the Assistant Manager     &lt;strong&gt;Brian&lt;/strong&gt;, who was Asian and looked young enough to still be in college.  Anyway, he said he liked me, but, unfortunately, it wasn't in his power to hire people.  Only the Managers could do that, and both had a day off.  He wanted me to come back today, but I told him I was going back home and I wouldn't be able to come back until my next off day.  He said that it was okay, and jsut to ask for either of the two managers or him, and he said he keep my application.  He was pretty cool, and it would be fun to work at In N Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call my cousin after the interview, and he tells me that there were a lot of things that needed to be fixed on his car, so his dad just told him to bring it home.  I drive over to the gas station, adn we both head back to his house.  I wait there because the traffic at the time was deadly.  I finally leave at around 6:20.  It was good going for about ten mintues, but after that...traffic.  It wasn't horribly slow, but slow enough.  And there really wasn't any good reason for there to be traffic because it began to pick up speed awhile later.  Basically, it tookme the same amount of time to get home as it did to get to UCI.  Adn that's the end of that crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want ot say that things turned out pretty great when I was at UCI.  I got to hang out with my cousin, which I don't get to do very often.  Plus, walking around teh campus made me feel like I was alread a part of the school.  I'm sure I'll feel that even more come &lt;strong&gt;Welcome Week&lt;/strong&gt;, so until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "No one can see anything &lt;br /&gt;On the other side of me&lt;br /&gt;I walk, I crawl, loosing everything &lt;br /&gt;And waiting for the downfall&lt;br /&gt;No one can see everything &lt;br /&gt;On the other side of me&lt;br /&gt;I walk, I crawl loosing everything &lt;br /&gt;On the downfall"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106269934897571819?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106269934897571819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106269934897571819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106269934897571819' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106244388298822225</id><published>2003-09-01T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T12:18:02.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I just learned on Saturday that Pat and I will be roomates, so that's cool.  Which, of course, now must mean we have to talk about what we put in our dorm.  You said you've got the frige, I've got the microwave, a fan large enough for both of us, and, if thre's room, I've even got a TV.  I don't know what else we're going ot need, so if oyu can think of something, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat, you know your way around html.  Could you help me out a litte?  Do you know how to link using pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really isn't anything else I wanted to say becuase I've been ublieveably tired lately.  The only other thing I can think of bloggin about is the week's &lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week: Linkin Park&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: In the End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It starts with&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;Time is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings&lt;br /&gt;Watch it count down to the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;It's so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Didn't look out below&lt;br /&gt;Watch the time go right out the window&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on but didn't even know&lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to&lt;br /&gt;Watch you go&lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside and &lt;br /&gt;Even though I tried it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually &lt;br /&gt;Be a memory of a time when I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how hard you try&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself how&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your property&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you fought with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised it got so far&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't the way they were before&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't even recognize me anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not that you knew me back then&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;You kept everything inside and &lt;br /&gt;Even though I tried it all fell apart&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually &lt;br /&gt;Be a memory of a time when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as far as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And got so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fall&lt;br /&gt;To lose it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Don't leave me in all this pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Come back and bring back my smile&lt;br /&gt;Come and take these tears away"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106244388298822225?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106244388298822225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106244388298822225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106244388298822225' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106226956790820260</id><published>2003-08-30T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T12:19:58.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are a couple final comments I want to add about my last blog.  First off, I just want to let that guy know that our friendship means a great deal to me.  I don't think he knows just how highly I htink of him.  He's done a lot for me over the years, and I'm grateful.  With everything I've said, I just want to let him know that he really shouldn't take what I've said too seriously.  It's just a sudden outburst that's been building up inside me, and I just had to let it out.  So, like I said last time, you can either reply to me, or we'll just forget it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I wanted to talk more about &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;, well, now's the time.  I really don't want to spoil the plot of the latest book because I want everyone to read it.  Seriously, I haven't been this excited about a book in awhile.  It's actually become my second favorite book of all time.  Of course, if you havenr'e read the other four books, you might not get everything that goes on.  On second thought, I think the only things you wouldn't understand is if it refereneces stuff from the other books.  Anyway, back ot what I wanted to talk about.  Still struck by the death of my favorite character in the book, I've decided to reread teh thrid book because it when he first appears, and it was my faovrite Harry Potter book before this recent one.  I don't want you to think that I'm obssessed with Harry Potter...Okay, maybe I am a little, but if you read these books, you'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'm going to talk about work.  When I first started, about 1 year and two months ago, my schedule was at night.  I was then switched to the monring, which is actually the schedule I prefer.  I just thought that it was ironic that I'm going to "end" my working das just as I had begun them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next two sections are geared towards &lt;strong&gt;Pat&lt;/strong&gt;, so you can read them if you want, but I don't think they'll interest you much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, if we do end up being roomates, there's a couple htings I need to tell you.  I've bought stuff for the dorm that we can probably share, so here they are.  I have a fan for our room that's beging enough for the both of us.  Believe me, that's one hting I know you don't have to bring.  I also have a three-hole puncher, an electronic pencil sharpener, and a gigantic shurge protector for our laptops.  Ummm, I think that's it so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I need to explain to you my relationship with &lt;strong&gt;Justine&lt;/strong&gt;.  In grade school, we were pretty good friends...well, maybe not as good as I thought we were.  I think it happened in Freshman year.  You see, In 8th grade, Justine had a boyfriend her mom didn't know about, and no one was supposed to tell her.  So, the summer after 8th or 9th grade, I was at a friend's party.  It was there that two of my other friends asked me what was up with Justine and me.  Of course, not knowing anything, I asked them what they were talking about.  They then told me that they heard that Justine was mad at me because she thinks I told her mom about her secret boyfriend.  I was shocked because I knew that it wasn't true, but I was more hurt by the fact that Justine didn't even tell me about this.  Considering how you know me, Pat, I wanted to ask her about this, but I didn't want to confront her if she was angry at me.  Basically, for the past three or four years, the subject was never brought up between the two of us.  Now, thie thing is, Justine has me all confused.  There are times when she just ignores me or acts like she "hates" me...But then there are times when she's really nice.  I think she may have softened up a little now that she's with Philip, but our friendship isn't what it used to be.  On my part, I'd like to mend things, but I don't know whow she feels.  See Pat, your illusion of Justine and I being really good friends was just that...and illusion.  We're still friends, but, like I said, we're not that close any more.  I'd have to say that, even though you've only gotten to know her Senior year, you're probably better friends with her right now than I am.  I sitll htink of Justine as one of my best friends, but it's a rocky realtionship when you don't know how the other person feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm being forced to eat lunch now, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When the rain starts to pour&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;Like I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're there for me too"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106226956790820260?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106226956790820260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106226956790820260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106226956790820260' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106218973791207244</id><published>2003-08-29T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T14:15:24.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wanted to blog more about &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;, but certain things have come to my attention, so Harry Potter will just have to wait for another day.  First off, I'm going to warn you all now that I'm going to get personal now, more so than I have been in quite awhile anyway.  Alright, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that, no matter what you do or how hard you try, you're never good enough for someone?  I'm talking about friendship here.  There's someone I've been friends with for a good amount of time, and I feel like we're pretty close.  To me, this person is one of my best friends.  To this person, it seems more like I'm better than a good acquaintance, but not as good as a real friend.  Do you understand what I'm trying to say?  And it's not like this person makes it obvious because I figure this person is just trying to spare my feelings, which really sucks.  Honestly, screw my feelings.  I'd rather the person tell me what he really thinks about our friendship than have me feeling all the things that I don't want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, maybe I'm just paranoid.  Maybe I'm taking everything out of context, but I can't help it!  Like I said, he doesn't make things obvious for me, but it's the little things that I notice.  I don't know if he knows that I notice these things, but I do.  For example, I can tell that sometimes, when we're on the phone, he'd rather be doing something else because of the way his voice sounds.  I also know that sometimes I go overboard a bit, I do stuff that either annoy him or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time I try to make up for things I've done wrong or whatever, he seems oblivious to those attempts.  Sure, he says thanks and all, but it seems like he'd rather I just left him alone.  And maybe I should.  I'm sure life will go on just fine for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I think the problem is...communication...We hardly ever talk to each other, and when we do, our conversations don't last much longer than a couple minutes.  I mean, what kind of communication is that?  I know, all this time I've been saying that I wish he was more open with me, but, truthfully, I haven't been that open with him either.  I want to tell him how I feel about this because I don't want to end up being wrong, and then screwing up our friendship becuase of this...And that's the very last thing I'd ever want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, if you know who you are, and you feel the same way I do, or you think that any of what I'm saying has any truth in it, let me know.  Otherwise, we can just pretend this never happened, and we'll just let our friendship be whatever it's going to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; This is the last day of this week's &lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week&lt;/strong&gt;.  I have to say that, considering the context of this blog, the song for today couldn't be more fitting.  Anyway, it's my favorite Michelle Branch song, so it's ironic that I wanted to save it for last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week: Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: Are You Happy Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, don't just walk away&lt;br /&gt;Pretending everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;And you don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;And I know there's just no use&lt;br /&gt;When all your lies become your truths&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're happy now&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face&lt;br /&gt;Or have I been erased&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took all there was to take&lt;br /&gt;And left me with an empty plate &lt;br /&gt;And you don't care about it&lt;br /&gt;And I, I've given up this game&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you with all the blame&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you're happy now&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell it to my face&lt;br /&gt;Or have I been erased&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really have &lt;br /&gt;Everything you want&lt;br /&gt;You can never give&lt;br /&gt;Something you ain't got&lt;br /&gt;You can't runaway form yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;And tell me that you happy now&lt;br /&gt;Come one tell it to my face &lt;br /&gt;Or have I been earsed&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Could you look me in the eye&lt;br /&gt;I have all that I can take&lt;br /&gt;I'm not about to break&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm happy now&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Chances thrown&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's free&lt;br /&gt;Longing for what used to be&lt;br /&gt;Still it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Fragile lives, shattered dreams"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106218973791207244?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106218973791207244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106218973791207244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106218973791207244' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106209281932847493</id><published>2003-08-28T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T10:46:59.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  I'm just half asleep right now, and my will to blog is waning.  It is, however, important for you to know why I'm so tired.  I stayed up until 4:00 this morning finishing &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;, and let me tell you, it's a horrible, horrid, and dreadful book for ending the way it did.  Granted, there was a bunch of excitement all, but I was very disappointed.  Why?  It seems like all my favorite characters were being picked off one at a time.  First, &lt;strong&gt;Professor McGonagall&lt;/strong&gt; gets blasted in teh chest by four Stun Spells, so it wasn't until the very end of the book that I found, to my relief, that she had fully recovered.  One character, my favorite in fact, wasn't so lucky.  &lt;strong&gt;Sirius Black&lt;/strong&gt;, Harry's godfather and the coolest guy in the book, died while he was battling his cousin &lt;strong&gt;Bellatrix Lestrange&lt;/strong&gt;.  She hit him the the chest with some spell, and it knocked him into some mysterious archway, and he never came back.  Man, I was so angry!  Who would have thought a book could have gottten me all riled up like this, huh?  But that's the thing about books.  Sometimes they powerful enough to drawn you into the story, so that you feel exactly what the characters feel.  Anyway, I'm still angry that Sirius is dead, do, unless &lt;strong&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/strong&gt; is going to bring him back to life or something, I'll continue to be very unhappy.  But then again...there's always fanfiction.  Oh, and I have to say that, even though the book ended in a fashion I didn't like, I have to say that this is the best one so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week: Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: Goodbye to You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Of all the things&lt;br /&gt;I've believed in&lt;br /&gt;I just want to&lt;br /&gt;Get it over with&lt;br /&gt;Tears form behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But I do not cry&lt;br /&gt;Counting the days&lt;br /&gt;That pass me by&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Words that I'm hearing&lt;br /&gt;Are starting to get old&lt;br /&gt;It feels like&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting all over again&lt;br /&gt;The last three years&lt;br /&gt;Were just pretend&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on to"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to get lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it seems that&lt;br /&gt;I can't live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;You chase my thoughts away&lt;br /&gt;To a place where&lt;br /&gt;I am blinded by the light&lt;br /&gt;But it's not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hurts to want everything&lt;br /&gt;And nothing at the same time&lt;br /&gt;I want what's yours&lt;br /&gt;And I want what's mine&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not giving in this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to everything&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;You were the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars fall&lt;br /&gt;I will lie awake&lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "May it be an evening star&lt;br /&gt;Shines down upon you&lt;br /&gt;May it be when darkness falls&lt;br /&gt;Your heart will be true"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106209281932847493?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106209281932847493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106209281932847493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106209281932847493' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106202538115487692</id><published>2003-08-27T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T16:07:04.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now, the compelling conclusion to this epic trilogy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in a Camp on the Bay: Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 3 (Sunday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian wanted to run early again in the morning, but, since neither of heard the alarm this time, it didn't happen.  When we finally awoke, we ate dinner and started fixing up our tent.  We didn't take them down yet, but we had to fix our bags and everything else inside.  When the time came, we went to the Marina because we rentend a &lt;strong&gt;Pontoon&lt;/strong&gt; for two hours.  For those of you who don't know what a pontoon is...It's shaped like a normal boat, but the front is rounded and not pointed, and their are two ski-like things on the bottom of the boat.  Also, it doesn't go as fast as a normal boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for two hours, we went around the bay, which is actually very big.  I didn't realize how far it was from the ocean.  So, things we saw: a bunch of dogs playing on a beach and in the water, a houseboat (first time I've seen one), parts of Sea World, the ocean, and other fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, that's when we finished taking down camp.  Once everything was all packed away, we spent our last aracde money...I say that because the arcade is like Gameworks, where you have to use a card to play the games...so, we spent the rest of our card money, and then we left.  My family left before Ryan's friend's family, and we stopped at a Mcdonald's for lunch, which wasn't that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trip home, I once again read...&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt;...See, not a day goes by where I didn't read that book.  But the ride was quite long, and was getting tired, so after finishing a chapter or two, I went to sleep.  Nothing else interesting happened that day, except that I had to go to work...And that's the end of that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week: Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: All You Wanted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanted to be like you&lt;br /&gt;I wanted everything&lt;br /&gt;So I tried to be like you&lt;br /&gt;And I got swept away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that it was so cold&lt;br /&gt;And you needed someone&lt;br /&gt;to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;So I took your hand and we figured out&lt;br /&gt;That when the tide comes&lt;br /&gt;I'd take you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sinking slowly&lt;br /&gt;So hurry hold me&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you wanted was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;If you need me you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to&lt;br /&gt;I can save you&lt;br /&gt;I can take you away from here&lt;br /&gt;So lonely inside&lt;br /&gt;So busy out there&lt;br /&gt;And all you wanted&lt;br /&gt;was somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Under the pale moon&lt;br /&gt;For so many years I've wondered&lt;br /&gt;Who you are&lt;br /&gt;How can a person like you bring me joy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106202538115487692?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106202538115487692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106202538115487692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106202538115487692' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106195994595992468</id><published>2003-08-26T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T21:52:25.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And here's the continuation of my last blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in a Camp on the Bay: Part Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2 (Saturday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ian and I were supposed to run early in the morning, but considering how late we slept, I just ignored my alarm when it turned on.  Anyway, after breakfast, I htink my brother and I hit the arcade again.  I think that when we went back, I spent more time reading Harry Potter.  It was going to be a little longer before Ryan's other friend arrived, so we just went back to the arcade.  I'm sure we must have done other stuff than that, but I can't remember.  Oh...I just remembered.  Before that second time we went to the arcade, we also Paddleboated.  In my boat were my two brothers.  Ryan got a cut from the steering stick thing, so we had to take him back, and my mom took his place.  People, I tell you.  Paddleboating is one hell of an exercise, especially if you partner isn't exactly helping you out.  Anyway, that's what we did until lunch, when ryan's friend's family came.  They were original supposed to camp too, but Ryan's friend's mom couldn't get out of work, so they just came for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, feeling to stuffed to do anything else, I went back to my tent and...read.  Are you getting tired of me readding yet?  Anyway, everyone decided to go to the pool so I stopped reading and went with them.  Only thing was, neither Ian nor I swam.  As much as I wanted to, it was just so hot that I really didn't want to leave the chair I was sitting on.  I even had to cover my face with my towel because the sun was beating down me so harshly.  We finally decide to just go back to camp, and on the way, I bought some &lt;strong&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's&lt;/strong&gt; ice cream: &lt;strong&gt;Chunky Monkey&lt;/strong&gt; to be exact (the best flavor there is) and a strawberry smoothie.  While Ian went to teh arcade, I went back to my tent and enjoyed my time alone by...reading...How predictable am I, right?  Anyway, I htink I just read until dinner.  After dinner, just about everyone played a rather amusing game of &lt;strong&gt;Catch Phrase&lt;/strong&gt; that was filled with nonsense and hilarity.  Ryan's friend's family left after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although eveyrone else went to sleep, Ian and I again stayed up to play cards.  because we didn't feel like playing Uno, we just set it up so that the cards resembled just a regular deck of cards, and we played a bunch of different games that ranged from &lt;strong&gt;Pusoy Dos&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Matching&lt;/strong&gt;.  When Ian went to sleep, I once again stayed up even longer to read one more chapter of...Harry Potter.  After that, then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week: Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: Here With Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's been a long, long time&lt;br /&gt;Since I looked into the mirror&lt;br /&gt;I guess that I was blind&lt;br /&gt;Now my reflection's&lt;br /&gt;Getting clearer&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Things will never be&lt;br /&gt;The same again&lt;br /&gt;There's not a minute&lt;br /&gt;That goes by&lt;br /&gt;Every hour of every day&lt;br /&gt;You're such a part of me&lt;br /&gt;But I just pulled away&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not the same girl &lt;br /&gt;you used to know&lt;br /&gt;I wish I said the words&lt;br /&gt;I never showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to go away&lt;br /&gt;I died just a little&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it now&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;I believe that&lt;br /&gt;I would cry just a little&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back now&lt;br /&gt;Here with me&lt;br /&gt;Here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that silence is loud&lt;br /&gt;When all you hear is your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted so badly&lt;br /&gt;Just to be a part of&lt;br /&gt;Something strong and true&lt;br /&gt;But I was scared and&lt;br /&gt;Left it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to go away&lt;br /&gt;I died just a little&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it now&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;I believe that&lt;br /&gt;I would cry just a little&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back now&lt;br /&gt;Here with me&lt;br /&gt;Here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm asking&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wanting you&lt;br /&gt;To come back to me&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget&lt;br /&gt;That look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;How you turned away&lt;br /&gt;And left without a trace&lt;br /&gt;But I understand that&lt;br /&gt;You did what&lt;br /&gt;You had to do&lt;br /&gt;And I thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to go away&lt;br /&gt;I died just a little&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it now&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;I believe that&lt;br /&gt;I would cry just a little&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back now&lt;br /&gt;Here with me&lt;br /&gt;Here with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I wish I could scream out loud&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say to you&lt;br /&gt;Don't go "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106195994595992468?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106195994595992468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106195994595992468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106195994595992468' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106184100888963619</id><published>2003-08-25T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:18:57.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm baaack!  Wow, you guys must have missed me terribly...I mean, who wouldn't?  Anyway, this si the blog where I recap my camping days.  Plus, there's going to be a new feature to my blogs, which you will also see today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camping On The Bay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 1 (Friday)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to leave at ten in the morning, but, as usual, things got delayed.  So, we left around eleven or twelve.  The van was completely packed, allowing only the most minimal amount of movement.  Now, since the drive was going to a very long one, I spent most of the time reading &lt;strong&gt;Hary Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/strong&gt;...And for those of you who have never read a Harry Potter book, don't criticize adn say it's a children's book.  They're actually very fascinating, and I cahllenge any of you to read all 800 something pages of the most recent one and thent ell me it's a children's book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for lunch at a &lt;strong&gt;Taco Bell&lt;/strong&gt;, which was good because I haven't eaten there in awhile.  It was at this time that my dad remembered he forgot to pack our toothbrushes, so Ian and I had to walk to the nearby &lt;strong&gt;Ralphs&lt;/strong&gt; and buy some.  We then continued our drive, and I continued reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, it didn't take us very long to check in, considering the line.  In fact, here's how fast it was.  My youngest brother Ryan needed to go to the bathroom, so I took him there.  I then showed him where the Game Room was and where we were going to be camping.  All that only took us probably a little over five minutes, and by that time, my parents were already on their way to the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up camp, which always takes longer than it has to because my dad gets really moody during these things.  When we finally get everything set up, my parents begin to cook lunch, and my brothers and I got to the arcade.  Man, that place is expensive!  I came into this camping trip with maybe $60 or more, and by the end of the day, I had already spent half of it.  Oh, not to mention I spent another $20 buying slippers for Ian and me, which my mom said she'd pay me back for.  Other things my parents had my buy were ice and wood, which I am going to reimbursed for as well.  Lunch was pretty good: salad, steak, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn...yum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, actually, I should have said dinner because lunch was at Taco Bell.  Besides, I think it was around 5:00 when we ate...So, after dinner, we had to wait for Ryan's friend's family to arrive because they were going to go camping with us.  Unfortunately, they were just leaving their house when we were eating.  So, to pass the time, we played a couple games of &lt;strong&gt;Uno&lt;/strong&gt;...A really great game, except for the fact that it can sometimes last as long as &lt;strong&gt;War&lt;/strong&gt;.  I think Ian and I even went back to the arcade.  Oh yeah, ryan's friend's mom drives a hummer, and we saw one passing by.  Therefore, Ian and I ran after it because we all thought it was them...and it wasn't...Wow!  That was just so embarrassing.  Anyway, when they finally came: Melan (Ryan's friend), Darius (M's brother), Josefa (M's mom), Tanzania (a.k.a TI, M's aunt), and Jerome (M's uncle)...They still had to eat.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while they ate, you know what I did?  I went into my tent and...read.  See, I just can't get enough of that book.  I really don't remember what hapened after that.  I know that, even after they finished eating, and they had to set up their tent and stuff, I was still reading.  When everyone went to bed, Ian and I ended up staying up for awhile, playing Uno.  When he decided to go to sleep, I decided to read another chapter before I went to sleep.  Adn that's how that day ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I promised a new feature in my blogs, and here it is.  I call it &lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week&lt;/strong&gt;.  Basically, everyweek, I'll be picking a new arist that I deem honorable enough, and, for that week, I'll be posting up songs from that artist...And to start it off, here's the first  &lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week&lt;/strong&gt;, my favorite singer of all time...&lt;strong&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist of the Week: Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song: Everywhere &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn it inside out so I can see &lt;br /&gt;The part of you that's drifting over me &lt;br /&gt;And when I wake you're never there &lt;br /&gt;But when I sleep you're everywhere &lt;br /&gt;You're everywhere &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me how I got this far &lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why you're here and who you are &lt;br /&gt;'Cause every time I look &lt;br /&gt;You're never there &lt;br /&gt;And every time I sleep &lt;br /&gt;You're always there &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;That makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I recognize the way you make me feel &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think that &lt;br /&gt;You might not be real &lt;br /&gt;I sense it now, the water's getting deep &lt;br /&gt;I try to wash the pain away from me &lt;br /&gt;Away from me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;That makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am not alone &lt;br /&gt;Whoa, oh, oooh, oh &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And when I touch your hand &lt;br /&gt;It's then I understand &lt;br /&gt;The beauty that's within &lt;br /&gt;It's now that we begin &lt;br /&gt;You always light my way &lt;br /&gt;I hope there never comes a day &lt;br /&gt;No matter where I go &lt;br /&gt;I always feel you so &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I close my eyes it's you I see &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;That makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're everywhere to me &lt;br /&gt;And when I catch my breath &lt;br /&gt;It's you I breathe &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I know &lt;br /&gt;That makes me believe &lt;br /&gt;I'm not alone &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You're in everyone I see &lt;br /&gt;So tell me &lt;br /&gt;Do you see me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "It's a night for passion&lt;br /&gt;But the morning means goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Beware of what is flashing in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;She's going to get you" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106184100888963619?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106184100888963619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106184100888963619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184100888963619' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106157298865189409</id><published>2003-08-22T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T10:27:29.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm about to leave for camping soon.  We're just waiting for my mom to get back.  Umm...I guess that's pretty much everything there is to say for now.  Before I go, however, I just want to say that there are two new Wallpapers up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Cause it hurts me so &lt;br /&gt;Just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Around with someone new&lt;br /&gt;And if I know you &lt;br /&gt;You're doing that thing&lt;br /&gt;Every day just do that thing&lt;br /&gt;I can't take you&lt;br /&gt;Doing that thing you do"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106157298865189409?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106157298865189409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106157298865189409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106157298865189409' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106144017767501113</id><published>2003-08-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T22:02:07.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehe...&lt;strong&gt;Paradise Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; is such great show.  I don't care what you people think.  I know that's it just another run-of-the-mill reality show, but have oyu actaully seen it?  It's hilarious!  Anyway, that's what I'm watching right now.  There's another show I'm also watching, but I'll get to that at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times are heading in my direction.  My family's going camping this weekend with some of my little brother Ryan's friends' families.  Basically, that means I only have Ian to hang out with, but that's fine.  We're leaving on Friday, and the camping is at &lt;strong&gt;Campland By The Bay&lt;/strong&gt; in the San Diego.  Ever heard of it?  If you have, then you know why camping at that place really isn't "camping."  If you've never heard of it, well, then you're out of the loop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm jumping around to different topics, so, hopefully, you don't get lost.  Anyway, this part of my blog is about work.  In my line of service, a certain degree of respect and politness is required.  What do I mean by that?  I'm basically talking about how customers address.  Now, it makes sense when my co-workers are addressed this way, but it's a little weirder for me.  Do you know what it feels like for an 18 yr. old to be called &lt;strong&gt;"Sir"&lt;/strong&gt;?  The first someone called me that, I was jsut in shock.  I'm still not used to hearing it, especially from people older than me.  I'm just like, "Dude, you're older than me.  I should be calling you 'Sir'."  Of course, there was this one time when someone called me &lt;strong&gt;"kid."&lt;/strong&gt;  That was absolutely horrifying, especially since the guy only looked like he was in his twenties.  I was thinking, "Kid?  Who're you calling 'kid'?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else is worth talking about.  Oh, yeah, I just saw a preview for next week's &lt;strong&gt;The OC&lt;/strong&gt;.  This commercial just goes to show how unbelieveable actors can be.  The main girl says that she's 16.  16?!  Yeah, right.  She looks like she's at least 18, which is what I thought all the teens on that show were.  Anyway, that kind of pointed out just how unrealistic TV can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another summer song that I can't really get of my head.  Now, it's not really about summer, but it rocks anyway.  I was reminded of it because, besides watching Paradise Hotel, I'm also watching  &lt;strong&gt;Smash&lt;/strong&gt; on the WB, and the band played.  So, here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Swing, Swing" by All-American Rejects&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Days swiftly come and go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of her&lt;br /&gt;She's seeing other guys&lt;br /&gt;Emotions they stir&lt;br /&gt;The sun is gone&lt;br /&gt;The nights are long&lt;br /&gt;And I am left while the tears fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I would cry&lt;br /&gt;On the phone&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like,&lt;br /&gt;Being alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll find someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;To carry on again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish cast into the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on&lt;br /&gt;Sweet beginnings do arise&lt;br /&gt;She knows I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;The notes are old&lt;br /&gt;They bend, they fold&lt;br /&gt;and so do I to a new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that I would cry&lt;br /&gt;On the phone&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Being alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll find someone new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;To carry on again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bury me&lt;br /&gt;(you thought your problems were gone)&lt;br /&gt;Carry me&lt;br /&gt;(away. away, away...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swing, Swing, Swing from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;My heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;To carry on again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I've added two knew albums: &lt;strong&gt;"Justine's Debut" and "Last Night Out"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "And I'm all mixed up &lt;br /&gt;Feeling cornered and rushed&lt;br /&gt;They say it's my fault &lt;br /&gt;But I want her so much&lt;br /&gt;Wanna fly her away &lt;br /&gt;Where the sun and rain&lt;br /&gt;Come in over my face &lt;br /&gt;Wash away all the shame"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106144017767501113?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106144017767501113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106144017767501113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106144017767501113' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106132383243259319</id><published>2003-08-19T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T13:21:49.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo!  The past couple days at work have like no other.  I've been seeing family.  Two days ago, my cousin Mike, who works for the US Agriculture something or other...I can't remember the actual title and stuff, but he used to be stationed at the airport.  Now, I htink he works at the main office, so he's ahrdly at the airport anymore.  Anyway, he stopped by to say "hi".  Now, yesterday, I saw quite a lot more people.  They actually shocked me because I was blending stuff, so it was really loud.  All of a sudden, I hear my name being called.  I turn my head to see a group of people bunched up together waving at me...You'll have to know the set of my store to know why they were "bunched together."  I was so taken aback because now two other customers were saying hi to me.  Anyway, the ones who showed up were my Tito Bomboy, Tita Nandette, Ate Bonbon (Kara), Ate Bic (Mary), Ashely (Ate Bic's best friend), and Kuya Omar (Ate Bon's boyfriend).  Apparently, Tita Nandette was going to the Philippines, and itw as cool that I got to spend my break with them.  Needless to say, I gave them some stuff, but, "ssshhh" don't tell anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing about work.  Working at night is like hell.  Why?  Because I'm tired all the time.  No matter how many hours of sleep I get, I'm always tired.  People at work even joke about how I'm always sleeping during my breaks...Yes, that's how tired I am...I was never this tired when i worked in the morning.  Still, working a night has it's own rewards...well, I should say reward because there's really only one thing I can think of that's worthwhile about night shifts.  It sounds kind of shallow, however, so I won't tell you what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, here's a song that should be the anthem of summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Boys of Summer" by The Ataris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody on the road&lt;br /&gt;Nobody on the beach&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in the air&lt;br /&gt;The summer's out of reach&lt;br /&gt;Empty lake, empty streets&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes down alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm drivin' by your house&lt;br /&gt;Though I know you're not at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can see you-&lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;You got your hair combed back and your sunglasses on, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong&lt;br /&gt;After the boys of summer have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will forget those nights&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it was a dream&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you made me crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I made you scream&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't understand what happened to our love&lt;br /&gt;But babe, I'm gonna get you back&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you what I'm made of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you-&lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I see you walkin' real slow and you're smilin' at everyone&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you my love for you will still be strong&lt;br /&gt;After the boys of summer have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the road today, I saw a BLACK FLAG sticker on a Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;A little voice Inside my head said, "Don't look back. You can never look back."&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew what love was&lt;br /&gt;What did I know?&lt;br /&gt;Those days are gone forever&lt;br /&gt;I should just let them go but-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you-&lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;You got that top pulled down and that radio on, baby&lt;br /&gt;And I can tell you my love for you will still be strong&lt;br /&gt;After the boys of summer have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see you-&lt;br /&gt;Your brown skin shinin' in the sun&lt;br /&gt;You got that hair slicked back and those Wayfarers on, baby&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you my love for you will still be strong&lt;br /&gt;After the boys of summer have gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "My heart's at a low&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much to manage&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that&lt;br /&gt;I've been damaged&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love&lt;br /&gt;There's one disadvantage&lt;br /&gt;I think you should know that &lt;br /&gt;I've been damaged"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106132383243259319?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106132383243259319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106132383243259319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106132383243259319' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106123992758335906</id><published>2003-08-18T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T13:58:42.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's something that happened a couple weeks ago that I forgot to blog about, and I just remembered it.  One night, I got this phone call from a guy named David, who wanted to talk to my mom.  His voice sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure, unil my mom said that I knew him.  I instantly realized it was David Nguyen (is that how you spell his name).  I took the phone form my mom and asked him why he wanted to talk to my mom.  Apparently, he works for some company called Vector, and he was trying to sell stuff to my mom.  Guess what he was trying to sell...Cutlery.   Yes, I said cutlery.  I don't know why he wanted to sell us cutlery, but my mom said she wasn't interested, and that was the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm really excited about college, but there are two things right now that are really bumming me out.  First, my friends are leaving me.  I don't know how I'm going to handle it.  I know, I'm probably blowing things out of proportion, but they're a big part of my life, and I'm going ot miss them terribly.  Things just won't be the same without them, but I promise that no one will ever replace them.  And to start things off, Angelo is leaving today.  I'm working tonight, so he might come to see me before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing that's ruining what could be an incredible college experience is...my loan.  I hate college and their loans!  Stupid people don't consider other expenses, like my brother go to private schools!  It's so unfair!  Now, not only do I have to concentrate on school, but I have to make sure I pay for my loan.  So, basically, that means i have to work as many hours that's humanely possible.  But, I can't let that get the best of me.  I'll just have to deal with it the best I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's actually something I really want to get off my chest, but it's kind of personal, and I don't know if this si the most appropriate place for it.  I don't want to offend anyone, and that's what I feel would happen if I blogged about what's bothering me.  Thing is, I can't keep it inside any longer.  I've been holding it in for so long that it's taking a great deal of control just to keep it suppressed.  Now, I don't want you to think that I'm going to go insane or anything, it's just that...Well, I don't really quite know how to explain it.  Wow! This blog is just not fun to write, so it's probably not going to be fun for you to read either, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "So am I still waiting&lt;br /&gt;For this world to stop hating&lt;br /&gt;Can't find a good reason&lt;br /&gt;Can't find hope to believe in"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106123992758335906?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106123992758335906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106123992758335906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106123992758335906' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106106327969825406</id><published>2003-08-16T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T13:56:40.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was so action-packed, and I had an incredible time.  It was so great seeing everyone, especially since some of them are leaving for college next week...so sad, so sad...but I'm glad I took the initiative to do this.  Everyone thanked me in the end for setting it all up, and some even said they would never would have had the idea to do something like this and that just really made me feel like I was special.  You know what I mean?  It's like, by organizing the whole night, I was able to reunite a bunch of people who have been friends forever, and now that we're going our separate ways, that night has made them realize how important we all are to each other...and that was the purpose for last night.  I don't want to lose my friends over distance, and I'm sure last night helped ot ensure that that would never happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  There was so much reminiscing going on last night.  We had so many stories to retell.  some of the stories were just wild and crazy, but that's us back then...wild and crazy.  For example, some of the stories included: burning off mustaches, a nun who stopped being a nun and got married, breaking a bathroom sink by sitting on it, teachers who had mood swings, a girl who fell into the toilet and got stuck, and much, much more.  Now, you have to understand that some of the stories didn't necessarily happen to us, but they were old school memories none the less.  What made things more hilarious was when people didn't quite get what was happening in the story.  For instance, in the mustache story, there were a bunch of us who thought that the people burning off their mustaches were litterally trying to burn them off, you know, with fire.  It wasn't until the storyteller said that they were using chemicals and not fire that everyone started cracking up.  That was one of the best stories ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was great too.  We only had time to play one game, but that was cool.  We had two lanes, and, unfortunately for my team, the really good bowlers were on the other team.  they finished bowling about two turns before us, and they still won.  because pat and Maria had to leave early...and I'll get to more of this later...Adnrea and Cynthia took turns playing for Pat.  It was interesting because Justine, Cynthia, and Andrea bowled without the "proper" shoes, and they were still doing pretty well, especially considering how they sometimes used the granny-style of bowling.  The people who worked there, however, noticed that they weren't using the right shoes, so they were like, "You have to were the proper shoes.  If you don't, we'll have to turn off your game (or something like that)."  The dude even added at the end, "You know who you are."  All of this was on an intercom thing too, so the entire bowling alley could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finished bowling, I joined in on a already over due UNO game.  And by over due, I mean, the game was started while we were bowling, and still hadn't ended.  It started off with jsut two people, but then it turned into five.  The game started getting so long, that people resorted to cheating, and that's how the game ended.  We then tried a little Catch Phrase, which is basically a guessing game, but we stopped because we thought the timer for the game sounded like a bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, we had to leave because the bowling alley was closing.  Actaully, we didn't even leave until they started closing the lights.  Jessica, who was seriously debating on whether to take a bowling ball with her finally decided to put it back because she didn't want to get caught.  There were a couple of interesting ideas of how we were going to try to pull off the heist, but Jessica said it was alright and put the ball back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you think we all said our goodbye and left...Well, you're right, at least partially.  We did say goodbye and gave our hugs, but we just ended up hanging out at the parking lot, talking, and taking pictures.  Little by little, people broke off.  First, it was Jessica and Andrea.  Then Philip and Justine.  Then Daniel and Chris.  Finally, it was just Jennifer, Cynthia, Alonso, Angelo, my brother, and me.  We all left at the same time.  We got home past 12, and took one final picture with Cynthia, Alonso, and Angelo...Angelo drove everyone to my house because Cynthia parked her car there, and he dropped my brother and me off.  And that was the end of my night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Side Note:&lt;/strong&gt; There are two things I forgot to mention.  First, when we ate ice cream, Jenn got one that was super chocolatey, meaning chocolate ice cream with chocolate ships and brownie pieces.  Jenn really wanted the brownie pieces, but they gave her too many chocoalte chips, so she spent most of her time searching for those brownies.  It was pretty funny.  Secondly, Leaj and Krista left before we went bowling because Leaj lives in L.A. and Krista had to take her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal Apology:&lt;/strong&gt; I want to give Pat and Maria my sincerest apology.  I never expected what happened to happen, but should've known, considering the signs that God was flashing in front of my eyes the entire night.  First, my friends arrived late to my house.  Apparently, they all run on Filipino time, and I should have learned this already from my outing to Knott's.  yeah, so we left late, and when we got to the restaurant, there was a lot more catching up to do, so we didn't order for like half an hour.  Still, most of us shared our orders, while the other just ate appetizers.  They were more interested in talking.  After dinner, some wanted to get ice cream at Coldstone's, but then it turned out that eveyrone else wanted some too.  We ate the ice cream outside, and that's when things turned "worse."  There was just so much talking and stuff that i didn't want to interrupt.  As much as I wanted to for Pat and Maria's sake, it's not that easy for me.  I'm not what would you would call the best leader.  In fact, I don't like being leader.  I'm so caught up in what other people think that it's hard for me to be authoratative.  So, I'm very, very sorry, especially to Maria.  Pat, you know me.  When I feel bad about something I really feel bad.  I know you say your'e not mad, but I know there has to be some part of you that's at least a little ticked off.  In fact, I would prefer that you be mad at me than you pretend to not be mad.  I'm really so very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Special Thanks:&lt;/strong&gt;  I just wanted to thank everyone who could make it: &lt;strong&gt;Krista, Leaj, Angelo, Alonso, Cynthia, Jessica, Andrea, Daniel, Chris, Justine, Philip, Jennifer, and my brother&lt;/strong&gt;.  I especially want to thank &lt;strong&gt;Pat and Maria&lt;/strong&gt; for being cool about everything.  I owe you two big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Look for the rainbow in every storm, &lt;br /&gt;Find out for certain &lt;br /&gt;Love's gonna be there for you, &lt;br /&gt;You'll always be someone's baby" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106106327969825406?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106106327969825406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106106327969825406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106106327969825406' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106099672184075174</id><published>2003-08-15T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T18:22:43.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, I have to keep this brief because people are going to start arriving at my hosue in about 20 minutes, so here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had doctor sppointments.  Now, before I go to college, and I had to get a physical and all that un-cool stuff.  All in one doctor visit, I had to piss in a cup, which I haven't done in years (it came out normal) and I got three shots in the same arm...eeewww...All in all, I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, you guys can't beleive how ecstatic I am right now.  I haven't been this happy since....well...I can't remember, but I'm really, extremely happy.  Why?  Because my outing for today turned out a lot better than I expected.  Finally, something really good happens in my life.  Anyway, Just about everyone I invited is coming, and, in total, there are between 15-20 of us.  This is going to be such a great night.  Unfortuntanely, some people have to leave early, and some are going to arrive late, but that's all coolio with me cause I still get to see everyone...YAY!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Sometimes I don't speak right &lt;br /&gt;But did I know what I was talking about &lt;br /&gt;I know you're working for the CIA &lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't have you in the mafia" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106099672184075174?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106099672184075174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106099672184075174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106099672184075174' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106082634878340522</id><published>2003-08-13T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T19:03:50.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are actually a couple things I need to get to today.  First off, about my whole Friday outing.  This basically to let you all know how things are going.  These are the people who:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said "yes":&lt;/strong&gt; Daniel, Angelo, Alonso, Leaj, Jennifer, and Jessica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said "no":&lt;/strong&gt; Krista and Brittani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Said "maybe":&lt;/strong&gt; Chris, Eric, Andrea, and Pat (and whoever else he wants to bring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I haven't talked to yet:&lt;/strong&gt; Cynthia, Gaby, and Justine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppse there are enough people who said yes, but it would really make my day if everyone else said yes too.  I won't be seeing most of these people very often once college starts, so this may be my last chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, even though I said there were a couple things I wanted to talk about, I can only remember of one other thing.  You know how sometimes you just can't think of something to talk about?  Well, it happens to me to.  Therefore, I have come up with a solution, at least it is for me.  I've decided to just post song lyrics that I, not only can't get out of my head, but also have some type of significance in my life.  And since today atually is one of those days when I can't remember what to blog about, here's a song that has been "&lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt;" in my head for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choice Song: "Stuck" by Stacie Orrico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get out of bed today&lt;br /&gt;Or get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to find a way&lt;br /&gt;To leave the love behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't trippin&lt;br /&gt;I'm just missing you&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kept me hanging on a string&lt;br /&gt;While you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;I tried to give you everything&lt;br /&gt;But you just gave lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't trippin&lt;br /&gt;I'm just missing you&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been wishing you would &lt;br /&gt;Call me on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Say you want me back &lt;br /&gt;But you never do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;What am I waiting for&lt;br /&gt;My heart's still breaking&lt;br /&gt;I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fake it&lt;br /&gt;The way I could before&lt;br /&gt;I hate you but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;It's true &lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now love's a broken record that's&lt;br /&gt;Been skipping in my head&lt;br /&gt;I keep singing yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Why we've got to play these games we play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't trippin&lt;br /&gt;I'm just missing you&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Say you want me back &lt;br /&gt;But you never do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;I've been wishing you would &lt;br /&gt;Call me on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;Say you want me back &lt;br /&gt;But you never do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a fool&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it&lt;br /&gt;What am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;My heart's still breaking&lt;br /&gt;I miss you even more&lt;br /&gt;And I can't fake it&lt;br /&gt;The way I could before&lt;br /&gt;I hate you but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I hate you but I love you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you &lt;br /&gt;It's true &lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; I put up three more wallpapers under the Prompapers section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "When everything is goin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, it won't last for long&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's all gonna come around&lt;br /&gt;Don't go let it get you down&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep on holding on"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106082634878340522?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106082634878340522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106082634878340522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106082634878340522' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106072776456445250</id><published>2003-08-12T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T16:32:10.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much to talk about today, except for the fact that it's really, really hot.  I can't believe how hot it is today.  At least I'll be inside a nice cool mall later on.  Why?  because it's my mom's birthday on Saturday, so my brother and I are going to go get her something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also using this blog as an update.  I've finally finished my prom gallery, so you can go check out the final page.  Plus, I've also added more wallpapers so check those out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I've already planned it &lt;br /&gt;Here's how it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you &lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna fall in love with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106072776456445250?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106072776456445250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106072776456445250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072776456445250' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106066321436063253</id><published>2003-08-11T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T22:05:14.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  Big shocker everyone!  I've just done something that I haven't done since early June...I finally talked to Jeff.  That's right, I talked to Jeff.  You know, finally being able to talk to him has made me realize just how much I've missed our friendship, but I still don't know how that's going to work out in college.  I'm sure we'll see each other around campus, but UCI's a big place, and I'm sure he'll have a ton of other friends.  Man, I just ended something that was supposed to be a good thing on a rather sour note.  Ah, well, that's life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My enrollment window opened today, and I signed up for my three classes.  Now, I don't know how it'll turn out, but I htink everything went off without a hitch, and I won't have a problem getting the classes I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm finally going to get to blog about something I forgot to blog about yesterday.  My dad rented this Chinese martial arts movie called &lt;strong&gt;The Master Swordsman&lt;/strong&gt;  I thought it was just going to be another run of the mill martial arts flick, but I was dead wrong.  I love this movie, and it ranks as one of my favorites.  I strongly suggest that everyon see it.  Now, I don't want to spoil the plot because, well, I don't think I'd be able to anyway.  Here's why.  The movie is at least three hours long, and the plot it start out wiht is only a prelude to real, much bigger plot.  To make things even more complicated, there are a bunch of smaller plots that are mixed in.  And, you know what?  The movie's complexness is part of it's appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, so you know what I'll be talking about, I'm goign to get you acquainted with teh main characters of the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lu Xiao Feng and Xi Yi (Lu's wife)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ximen Chuixue and Xiuquing (Ximen's wife)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hua Manlou and Feiyan (Hua's wife)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest Monk (Friend to the three main guys)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ye Gucheng (The villain)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite character is Lu Xiao Feng.  He's just so cool.  He's one of the best movie characters I have ever had the pleasure of watching.  Now, although he isn't &lt;strong&gt;The Master Swordsman&lt;/strong&gt;, he can still be considered the main character because most of the plot revolves around him, and he probably has the most screen time too.  Now, I'm going to do some spoiling.  The climax of the movie, or, at least it's what I think is the climax, is also the biggest shocker of the movie.  When Lu Xiao Feng defeats Ximen Chuixue in a duel, he challenges Ye Gucheng next.  The reason he did so was because Ximen was supposed to fight Ye, but if Ximen lost to him, tehn Ximen would surely die fighting Ye, who is the best swordsman.  Now, for the shocker...LU DIES!!!  I was going to jump out of my chair and start screaming.  I didn't want my favorite character to die!  It wasn't fair!  Of course, Lu, being the great character he is, faked his death.  During the duel, Lu and Ye came to a stand still.  Lu then asked Ye...no one knows that Ye is the bad guy, just to let you know....to help him fake his death.  Ye agreed because both of them knew that Lu's "death" would turn Ximen into the warrior he once was.  To clear things up even more for you, the reason why Ximen is no longer  the fighter he used to be is because he was about to become a father, and it softened him up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lu's brilliant plan worked.  In the end, Ximen and Ye battle each other.  This is after everyone finds out that Ye is the bad guy.  Anyway, like the previous fight I talked about, Ximen and ye also came to a standstill, but it was pretty obvious that Ye would be able to kill Ximen first.  Surprise!  Surprise!  Ye does something so unexpected.  He moves so that Ximen's sword goes through him.  That's right, he intentionally loses, which shocks everyone else in the movie.  So, by Ye's death, Ximen becomes  &lt;strong&gt;The Master Swordsman&lt;/strong&gt;, even though I htink Lu Xiao Feng should be.  Now, I didn't talk about the other characters I listed because if I did, this blog would be really, really, really long.  There was one other rather shocking event in the movie.  I was expecting all the good guys to live, but it didn't happen that way.  Sadly, one of the wives died.  Feiyan to be exact.  She was captured by teh bad guys and tied by her hands over a pit of some type of boiling liquid.  Hua Manlou, her husband, tries to save her, but he couldn't catch her in time when her rope gets cut.  I was so disappointed because, of all the wives, she had the most character, fo laf a better word.  Plus, her story was somewhat better than the other wives.  Xi Yi, however, is still me favorite wife, for various other reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can tell by the length of my blog how much I loved this movie, and I even refrained from goign even further into the storyline to keep things short.  I loved the movie so much that, when I get the chance, I'm going to go buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; This movie reminded me of another martial arts movie that i saw at my cousin's party.  It was also at least three hours long and starred Jet Li and Zhang Zi Yi.  This movie was amazing in its own right, and I want to purchase it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; I just saw a preview for Eliza Dushku's new series, and I have to say that I like it.  Even though I'm disappointed she didn't want to do a Buffy spin off, I think that her new show has a lot of potential.  Seriously, it looks like a really good show.  Plus, it gets extra points for having Hudson Leick in the first episode.  For those of you who don't know, Hudson Leick played Callisto in Xena: Warrior Princess, and she's hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everyone,  that's it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I don’t need a ring on my finger&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like bein single&lt;br /&gt;Commitment don’t fit me&lt;br /&gt;It bit me one time&lt;br /&gt;And I still don’t know"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106066321436063253?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106066321436063253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106066321436063253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106066321436063253' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106053707108467529</id><published>2003-08-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T10:47:15.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate it when things change and change and change that you must constantly change with it?  Okay, you all know how I decided to just hang out wth my friends instead o going to Soak City on Thursday.  When I went to work yesterday, I found out that they changed my schedule.  I'm not off n Thursday anymore, I'm on on Tuesday now.  So, I was thinking of changing the day to Tuesdy, but I figured that that would be too short notice for people.  Therefore, I had no choice to change it to Friday, my other day off.  The only thing is, I have doctor appointments, so we'll have to do stuff at night, which really isn't a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm about to go to chuch now, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm might have time to ut up my pictures from Knott's, so, if you see a link to it, then check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I'm packing my bags &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's drowning&lt;br /&gt;In their misery&lt;br /&gt;And I'll take that chance&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just want to breathe&lt;br /&gt;And I won't look back&lt;br /&gt;And wonder how it's supposed to be"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106053707108467529?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106053707108467529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106053707108467529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106053707108467529' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106039118286557002</id><published>2003-08-08T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T20:16:44.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much to talk about today.  I do, however, have to comment on something.  THere's been a change in plans.  I was originally going to invite people to go to Soak City, but that would entail spending too much money.  Therefore, I am foregoing that idea for a new one.  Instead, I will be inviting people to go out to lunch and, afterwards, go bowling.  I know, not very extravagant, but, hey, at least I get to spend time iwth my friends before we all go off to college.  The day will either be next Thursday or Friday, depending on when most people can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I wanted to get to was this.  I don't normally post entire song lyrics, but there's a song that I've been listening to alot recentely, and I can relate to it, so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where Are You Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd do better on my own&lt;br /&gt;No one ever seems to understand me&lt;br /&gt;It's easier for me to be alone&lt;br /&gt;But there's still a piece of me that feels so empty&lt;br /&gt;I've been all over the world&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a million different faces&lt;br /&gt;But through crowds and all the faces&lt;br /&gt;I'm still out there looking for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get by &lt;br /&gt;With never knowing at all&lt;br /&gt;What is the chance&lt;br /&gt;Of finding you out there&lt;br /&gt;Or do I have to wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I write about the things I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find a moment just to slow down&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think I'll never have the chance&lt;br /&gt;To figure out what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what it's all about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get by&lt;br /&gt;With never knowing at all&lt;br /&gt;What is the chance&lt;br /&gt;Of finding you out there&lt;br /&gt;Or do I have to wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get by&lt;br /&gt;With never ever knowing at all&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get by&lt;br /&gt;With never ever knowing at all&lt;br /&gt;What is the chance&lt;br /&gt;Of finding you out there&lt;br /&gt;Or do I have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Or do I have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Or do I have to wait forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend this song to everyone because it really is a good song.  Now, I know I said that was the last thing I wanted to talk about, but things have changed, as they usually do.  I decided to take a couple quizzes at Quizilla, and some of the results were pretty amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/SuperCurlz/1059390205_erRangeres.jpg" border="0" alt="CWINDOWSDesktopPowerRangeres.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Power Rangers Movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/SuperCurlz/quizzes/What%20movie%20Do%20you%20Belong%20in%3F(many%20different%20outcomes!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/emeraldsdestiny/1059040847_urespisces.jpg" border="0" alt="Pisces"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should be dating a Pisces.&lt;br /&gt;19 February - 20 March&lt;br /&gt;Your mate is loving and caring, trusting and&lt;br&gt;hospitable, and romantic.  Though he/she can be&lt;br&gt;self-pitying, temperamental or dependent, the&lt;br&gt;fishes are quite romantic in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/emeraldsdestiny/quizzes/What%20Zodiac%20Sign%20Are%20You%20Attracted%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Zodiac Sign Are You Attracted To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/ItalianPrincessLauren/1043975207_ntsJunkIce.jpg" border="0" alt="Ice!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;ICE is your chinese symbol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ItalianPrincessLauren/quizzes/What%20Chinese%20Symbol%20Are%20You%3F%20--%20Updated%20(7%2F21%2F03)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Chinese Symbol Are You? -- Updated (7/21/03)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/wgryph/quizzes/What%20Finding%20Nemo%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/wgryph/1054595074_ndoryframe.gif" border="0" alt="You are DORY!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Finding Nemo Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think those are enough quizzes for one day.  Now, I just want to bive me reactions to these results.  THe first test I took was the movie one, and I was so surprised at the result that it had me laughing.  I honestly don't know how I ended up with that movie, but, oh well.  The next result was also amusing because I'm a Pisces.  Does that mean I should date myself....*shrugs shoudlers*...I don't know why I'm the Chinese symbol for ice.  I'm not a cold person...am I?  Finally, I'm proud to say that I'm Dory.  She's the most awesome character in the movie, so I'm happy with that result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; I have a new wallpaper up, so go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I will remember you&lt;br /&gt;Will you remember me&lt;br /&gt;Don't let your life pass you by&lt;br /&gt;Weep not for the memories"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106039118286557002?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106039118286557002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106039118286557002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106039118286557002' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-106006731810799262</id><published>2003-08-05T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T00:08:38.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In response to the two smart alicks who recently tagged my board, I didn't get a chance to copy my blog to Word.  Now, I'm not saying that you don't have a point because I probably should've written my blog on Word first, but we're not going to get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm at my Uncle's house, using his computer.  Obviously, if I was at home, I wouldn't even be on the internet.  Tomorrow, I'll be going to my other Uncle's house.  The women of the family are all going to go to a spa, so guys will have to wait at the house.  When they come back, everyone's going to go to Pachonga (don't know if that's spelled correctly).  I've never been there before, so this'll be a new experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, before my blog got messed up, I wrote about how I wanted to to Soak City with people before everyone left for college.  Now, because I can't fo it this week, I'll have to do it next week...Which brings me to somethign else...My family is planning a camping trip, and I thought it was going to be on the same week as my Soak City trip, which would have been bad, because I have to ask for days off for that trip.  I just realized, however, that the camping trip is going to be the week after my trip, so that'll be good.  Once I find out my schedule for next week, I'll start inviting people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Pat right now, so it's kind of hard to concetrate...Seriously, he's such a distraction...J/K...You all know I'm kidding, right...Geez, people, lighten up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't think of anything else to blog about.  Besides, I know that a certain someone is just dying to read this, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Where are you now&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get by&lt;br /&gt;With never knowing at all&lt;br /&gt;What is the chance&lt;br /&gt;Of fidning you out there&lt;br /&gt;Or do I have to wait forever"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-106006731810799262?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106006731810799262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/106006731810799262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106006731810799262' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105997308185464735</id><published>2003-08-03T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T21:58:01.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!  I'm so pissed off right now.  I was about to finish a blog, and then something messed up had to happen.  How close was I to finishing?  I just had to put my quote.  That's it!  Considering that something like this has happened in the past, I'm no longer in the mood to re-blog everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105997308185464735?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105997308185464735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105997308185464735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105997308185464735' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105984350102292988</id><published>2003-08-02T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T09:58:20.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa!  My schedule for Thursday was 3-11:30.  It started alright, not too busy.  A little bit before 10:00, thinks went from okay to worse.  It was the busiest night I've ever experienced.  To make matters worse, we had this new girl with us.  She's only been here at least a week, so handling such a huge amount of people isn't for her yet.  Not to mention, that she's very loud, never stops talking, and constantly drops things.  Just to give you an idea of how busy it was, after I came back from my half an hour break, which was around 8-8:30, I didn't stop working until 12:30.  If you notice, I was only sceduled to work until 11:30, so I worked an hour's worth of over time.  I'm not ocmplaining because I get paid for it, but still, the things I had to go through.  Umm, there's nothing else overly exciting to blog about, so I guess this is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I leave you with your misery&lt;br /&gt;a friend who won't betray&lt;br /&gt;I pull you from your tower&lt;br /&gt;I take away your pain&lt;br /&gt;And show you all the beauty you possess&lt;br /&gt;If you'd only let yourself believe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105984350102292988?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105984350102292988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105984350102292988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105984350102292988' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105962768898914250</id><published>2003-07-30T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T22:01:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, everyone, like Pat, I too am getting my share of visitors.  My tita Emily form the Philippines arrived tonight.  After picking her up, we ate at this Thai place that we always go to in El Segundo.  Afterwards, we stopped by at the Coldstones next door for some ice cream.  Just so you all know, my brother was accepted, so he'll be working there very soon.  I suggest that every go there and humiliate him by tipping him so that he has to sing.  Seriously, it'll be funny.  Anyway, I don't want to sound like I'm being mean to my brother, but that's what brothers do, right?  We try to find as many ways to make fun of each other.  That's cool with us though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here I am, and I decided to take some of those quizzes, so check out my scores...please realize that some of these quizzes are really pointless, but here are the scores anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a &lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF0000"&gt;50%&lt;/FONT&gt; on the "How white are you??!" Quizie! &lt;a href="http://www.quizie.com/test.php?testid=41490&amp;rn=%n"&gt;What about you?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a &lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF0000"&gt;13%&lt;/FONT&gt; on the "How Pittsburgh are you?" Quizie! &lt;a href="http://www.quizie.com/test.php?testid=186828&amp;rn=%n"&gt;What about you?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a &lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF0000"&gt;64%&lt;/FONT&gt; on the "How Southern are you?" Quizie! &lt;a href="http://www.quizie.com/test.php?testid=67658&amp;rn=%n"&gt;What about you?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "LA told me, "You'll be a pop star, &lt;br /&gt;All you have to change is everything you are." &lt;br /&gt;Tired of being compared to damn Britney Spears &lt;br /&gt;She's so pretty, that just ain't me "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105962768898914250?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105962768898914250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105962768898914250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105962768898914250' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105953690627033279</id><published>2003-07-29T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T21:09:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see, there's not much here today.  Because Pat suggested I take the Asian quiz thing, I did.  I decided to try out some other quizes, but I was only able to finish one more.  Why?  Because I'm about to go offline after I finish this, so here are my results, and try out the quizzes.  Also, don't forge tto check out my wallpapers.  There's a link for them on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a &lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF0000"&gt;67%&lt;/FONT&gt; on the "how asian are you?" Quizie! &lt;a href="http://www.quizie.com/test.php?testid=102228&amp;rn=%n"&gt;What about you?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scored a &lt;FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#FF0000"&gt;15%&lt;/FONT&gt; on the "Addicted To AIM??" Quizie! &lt;a href="http://www.quizie.com/test.php?testid=89241&amp;rn=%n"&gt;What about you?&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I ran away today &lt;br /&gt;Ran from the noise, ran away &lt;br /&gt;Don’t wanna go back to that place &lt;br /&gt;But don’t have no choice, no way"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105953690627033279?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105953690627033279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105953690627033279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105953690627033279' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105944263286618302</id><published>2003-07-28T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T20:35:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy, folks!  I just got back from a very long day at UCI...but, why don't we start at the beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm for 6AM or something, but I was too lazy to get up.  I finally hop out of bed fifteen minutes later.  I finish getting ready about five minutes before Pat gets to my house, which is around 6:45.  After me, we picked up Daniel and off we were to UCI.  Traffic was okay.  It took us about 40-45 minutes.  We ended up getting there half an hour early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the course of this time, we began to wonder if I could join them in their little SPOP (Student Parent Orientation Program), or, in their case SOP, since they didn't have their parents with them.  Anyway, because I didn't sign up or pay for SPOP, I wasn't originally going to go wiht them.  I had a couple of other things I had to take care of, so I thought I'd do them while they were gone.  With the help of their persuasion, I agreed to go along with them as far as I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an actual check in, but I stayed away from that.  Then, we had to get name tags, so, to fit in as best I could, I got one too.  So far, no one, even though there were multiple student leaders, even suspected.  Of course, this being so early in the day, my conscience was killing.  I was so afraid of getting caught that I didn't know if I could go through with this.  I even had to pull of a little more lieing later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast wasn't all that great.  They pretty much just had a bunch of pastries.  Nothing really special.  It was at this time that we met David Farnan (I think that's his last name) form Corona.  He seems like a pretty cool guy, and we even sat next to him at the Welcome, which was over an hour of nothing but boredom.  I'm not going to go intothe Welcome because nothing too interesting happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we broke off into smaller groups.  I, not having a group to go to in the first place, followed Pat.  Luckily, the leaders didn't have a list of names or anything, so, once again, I was safe.  By this time, my worries subsided.  To start off, the leaders introduced themselves.  Before the could, however, one of the leaders makes a surprise entrace by popping out of a trash can...we're inside a room called Emerald Bay D....which wasn't all that funny and kind of stupid.  After the leaders gave their introductions, they made us play a different version of "Rock, Paper, Scissors" called "Man, Woman, Bear"  Anyway, we had to walk up to someone we don't know, introduce ourselves, and then play the game.  The loser would then have to crawl under the winner's legs, and then stay behind him/her.  I can't say I purposely lost to pat, but the point is that I didn't want to win and have to keep on playing the game.  Unfortunately, Pat lost against the next guy, who lost against the next guy, and the same thing happened until we got to the last chain of people.  so, as you can see, I had to crawl under a bunch of people's legs.  Next, some of the other Freshmen began asking questions, until another leader arrived late.  She decided that we Freshmen should introduce ourselves, but they had a format.  We had to give our name, where we're from, our major, and something interesting about us.  I won't say what I said, but throught he course of this, we learned that, in dorms, people piss in the showers, which very unsanitary and highly disgusting.  This is why the leaders recommended wearing sandals in the shower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next game we played was called the "Stick Game."  Now, I'm not about to spoil how to play the game because that would take the fun out of it.  I have to say, only until the leaders made it really obvious that I figured out how to play the game.  Still, there were other people who took a longer time at figuring out how to play than me, so I don't feel so bad.  We then played the "Picnic Game," which I aslo didn't get at first, but I got the hang of it soon enough.  By the time we decided to stop playing, only one guy couldn't figure out how to play it.  After giving us some final words of wisdom, the leaders let us back to the Student Center, where we had lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lines, however, were too long, so we decided to get our ID pictures taken.  While in line, David came up to us and showed us his.  He told us that it only took a minute for them to make the ID after the picture was taken...Wow, technology these days...My ID didn't come out as bad as I expected it too, and my only real problem is that the lady didn't center my picture, so I'm closer to the left side.  By the time we got out of the UCItems, the lines for lunch were much shorter, so Pat and I got a sandwhich.  Daniel just at some fruit.  We then sat down for awhile and hung out with one of the leaders.  When the leader left, we went to the bookstore so that Pat and Daniel could get their General Catalogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then decided to rest inside the Student Center.  When Pat went to check if it was time to go to the advising, we realized that his group already left.  Daniel went to the Social Sciences advising.  We then went with the other people who were left behind to the Arts advising.  It took just as long as my advising, which was three hours long.  Daniel finished his earlier than we did, and was able to go on teh tour of Middle Earth dorms.  When Pat and I finally finished, I called Daniel, and he said that he was just going to come back and meet us.  Hwen i saw Daniel, I took him with me to the testing Office so that I could get a form that would exempt me from taking the Japanese placement exam, since I don't know any japanese.  I signed my name on this paper, and then the guy gave me another paper.  After looking at it, I saw that is said Korean instead of japanese, so I go back to the guy.  He does some checking and then he says that I don't need another for, so I left.  We met up with Pat, who was waiting in teh Student center, and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I didn't want to, I took a little nap on teh way home.  I slept for at least ten mintues, but, after that, I stayed awake.  daniel, however, slept through the entire ride.  Oh, there was this one guy who illegally got on to teh car pool lane in front of us.  Not only was this illegal because he crossed the double yellow line, but also because he was hte only rider.  This was also stupid of him, since he got back into the other lane a minute later.  Anyway, it took us about an hour to get home.  Pat dropped off Daniel first, and then me.  Upon getting home, I immediately took a shower, and a feel more refreshed because of it.  And, now, here I am.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time guys, and college will definitely be an experience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; There's a new link.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "And they say that a hero can save us&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna stand here and wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold onto the wings of the eagles &lt;br /&gt;Watch as they all fly away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105944263286618302?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105944263286618302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105944263286618302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105944263286618302' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105936413256797578</id><published>2003-07-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T20:48:52.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I've finally come to the realization of why I sometimes don't blog as much or as often as I'd like.  Why, you ask?  Because, when I'm online, there's a bunch of stuff I try to do, and, since blogging does take awhile, I usually end up leaving it for last.  By that time, however, I'm so bored witht he internet that I odn't feel like blogging.  See, simple logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised that I would return to talking about work, but there are much more important matters that need to be discussed.  See, I'm prioritizing.  Don't worry, if I don't get back to work today, I'll do again...oh...some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday July 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was my plan upon waking up.  Wash my car.  Take Ian to his "audition" at Coldstone's.  Watch Tomb Raider.  And go home.  It's safe to say that my planned day didn't exactly turn out the way it was supposed to...no surprise....I wake up, and I find that my dad is about to leave to run some arrands, meaning that I can't wash my car.  I bet you're thinking, "Why would you need your dad to wash the car?"  Because, people, he has the key to the gate on our driveway.  Now, If we had a place to put a hose on the side where mycar is, this wouldn't have been a problem.  The only faucet we have, however, is in the back yard.  When my dad came back, he had to get ready for work, which didn't help either.  Now, I had no choice but take Ian to his "audition" without having my car cleaned.  Now, you must be thinking, "Why not take it to a car wash?"  Honestly, I'm too lazy to do that.  Besides, I don't want to have to waste money on a car wash, when I can clean my car myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can head to Coldstone's, which is El Segundo, by the way, we had to go pick up Ian's friend R.J.  I take them both, but we end up getting there almost half an hour early.  So, to pass the time, my brother and R.J. go to Drop Zone, one of those computer gaming places.  I, on the other hand, decided to get some ice cream.  Holy Cow! The ice cream was so expensive.  I spent six bucks...SIX BUCKS!  Not to mention I even gave them a dollar tip because I know what it feels like when people are too stingy to tip you.  So, all in all, I spent seven bucks.  The ice cream would have tasted better, if my stomach didn't start hurting.  Here's a little fact about me.  If I haven't eaten anything all day, and then I eat something that's simialr to a normal meal, then just about anything I eat won't agree with my stomach.  Luckily, my stomach calmed, and everything was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a total of nine people auditiong for Coldstone.  First, they went around saying who they were and why they wanted to work there.  Next, the owner, who is quite an "eccentric" guy, had them dance, one by one.  To save embarassing my brother, I won't say what or how he danced.  Next, they each had to sing a song that they would have to sing if they were workers and got tipped.  Next, he split htem up into three groups.  The groups had ten mintues to pick a "Coldstone's song" and create a routine for it.  Watching all of this was just too funny.  I've never seen anything like it before.  Finally, they had to fill out an actual application.  This application, much liek the rest of the interviewing process, was unique.  Why?  Because it had a math section.  Why it has a math section?  Your guess is as good as mine.  After that, the audition was over.  Before I gon on, however, I must add stuff that happened during the audition, but it has nothing to do with the audition itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; I just got off the phone with Pat, and, like I said before, there's not a conversation goes by where the topic of spiting each other, comes up.  I brought that up just to prove a point.  By the way, Pat does most of the spiting.  I, on the other, tend to be the bitter, sarcastic one...And person can clearly see why, considering all the spiting I've received.  But that's alright.  We've learned to get along that way, and it's really not as bad as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, while i was watching the audition, I get a phone call from none-other-than Pat, himself.  Pat, had a question for me.  He wanted to know if I wanted to go see Seabiscuit at 10:45 at Marina Del Rey.  I said, "Sure.  Why not?"  He also asks if I could find other people to go, so I call people, but I get mostly answering machines, so that didn't help.  In the end, I couldnt' get anyone to go, except for my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when my brother and I finally get home, we wait and wait and wait until, finally, Pat and Maria come to pick us up.  It was actually surprising to see her driving a van because she just doesn't seem like a van driving person.  I don't know if that made any bit of sense, but whatever.  When we got to the theater, i realized that it wasn't the one I thought we were going to go to.  I thought we'd be going to teh one closer to Ruby's  That's why, when I called Pat earlier and asked if he saw Justine at work, he said that he didn't exactly go in to look for her.  Now I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; I almost forgot, as usual.  remember how I was planning on seeing Tomb Raider.  Because I could only see it after my brother audition, the only time I could go was at 7:15.  The movie is over two hours, however, so, if we had gone to see that, then my brother and I would have been late for Seabiscuit.  So there's another plan that didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seabiscuit was a pretty good movie, actually.  There was one very violent scene that still has me shaking.  You other three (Pat, Maria, and Ian) should know what I'm talking about.  That movie also made me realize something...How short jockey really are.  Two scenes come to mind...Sorry if I'm spoiling this for you people reading this...wait...what people?  No one reads this anyway, so I'll spoil all I want...The first scene is when all the jockey are in a bar.  They're so much smaller than the women.  there were also two of them riding on two women's backs, riding them as horses.  Another scene is where the jockeys are around Tobey Maguire, and you can just see how short they are.  Speaking of Tobey Maguire, I thought he did a pretty good job, even though I htink he looks horrid witht hat kind of hair, and even though he's not exactly one of my favorite actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  Look at the time!  I've ranted on so long about Friday, that i have no time for Saturday.  Oh, well.  You'll just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "You were everything I wanted&lt;br /&gt;But I just can finish what I started&lt;br /&gt;There’s no room left here on my back&lt;br /&gt;It was damaged long ago&lt;br /&gt;Though you swear that you are true&lt;br /&gt;I still pick my friends over you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105936413256797578?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105936413256797578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105936413256797578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936413256797578' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105907086110870610</id><published>2003-07-24T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T12:01:02.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to blog about this, but there are always other things that keep getting priority.  Since I have nothing else to blog, about, however, this is the perfect opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at the airport is definitely an expierence.  One of things working there has done to me is make me want to travel.  Even if I wasn't working there, I'd want to travel, but that place just really, really wants to make me do it.  I odn't want to say that I'm jealous of the people leaving me behind on their little planes, but I do feel left out.  I haven't been on a plane since I was 12, and that's six years ago.  There are so many places I want to go to, and it's killing me that I can't...not literally of course...you know, the killing...Anyway, that's what the airport does to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time to talk about the customers.  Customers are...very interesting people.  On the whole, I'd have to say that most customers are a okay to deal with, but there are definitely more frustrating customers than there are really nice ones.  For example, people keep saying that the prices are too high.  God!  I'm so tried of hearing people complain about that.  Sometimes, it's amusing to see the looks on their faces, but after hearing it at least a couple tiems every day, you just can't take it anymore.  These people need to realize that they&lt;br /&gt;re at the airport, and nothing...NOTHING...is priced as it usually is.  You know what surprises me even more.  Americans who complain about the prices.  I mean, come on!  I'm sure they've been to theme parks and the airport before.  High prices shouldn't be new to them, so they shouldn't make such a big deal about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing people complain about is that the bottled drink we sell (i.e. water, orange juice, snapple, etc.) aren't cold.  You see, at work, we put the drinks in tubs, and to keep them cold we just put ice over them. Sometimes, however, we run low on ice, so we can't be putting ice on the drinks as often as we'd like.  You'd think people would understand that we have to save the ice for the drink we have to make (i.e. iced cappucinos, anything frozen, etc.).  Another reason why the drink arent' always cold is that we get really, and I mean really, busy sometimes.  Not to mention that there are usually only four of us at work, so none of us have time to put ice.  All I have to say to the people who give attitude is that there are people who don't care if the drinks are cold or not, so it's not like we can't do business without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Ah, yes.  People hate the fact that they have to pay for extra cups.  We have courtesy cups, but they are kind of small, and aren't made to hold coffee.  But think about it.  If we gave extra cups to everyone who asked for one, we'd run out of cups before the day was over.  Of course, people can only think about themselves, and they always have the nastiest looks on their faces.  Another thing, related to cups, that people complain about is the size of our cups when we give them water.  There are actually a good number of people who don't care about he size and are very grateful that we give them water, and i appreciate those people.  Anyway, the people who complain about the size of the cups shouldn't complain because their are other restaurants int eh airport that charge for a cup of water.  Get it people?  Our water is free.  Meaning, you can always come back for more, or you can ask for as many cups as you like.  It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't nearly finished this blog, but I'm worn out.  I will get back to this another time, mind you.  You'll just have to wait though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ever since I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in my life has been the same&lt;br /&gt;I walk around just saying your name&lt;br /&gt;Without you my world would end, yeah"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105907086110870610?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105907086110870610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105907086110870610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105907086110870610' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105892953370440380</id><published>2003-07-22T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:05:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry folks, but I've decided not to continue blogging about my &lt;strong&gt;Adventure in a County of Oranges&lt;/strong&gt;.  Sad, I know, but we'll all learn to move on.  Now, I'm guessing you want to know why I've decided to stop.  Simple really.  Based on the time and effort it took me to complete my Knott's adventure, I'm sure it it's going to take proabably just as much time to finish this one.  Besides, there are other things I wish to speak about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, reading Pat's blog about movies reminds of how many times I've seen a movie this summer.  Movies have been coming almost every week, and it's mind boggling.  It all started with X2: X-Men United...And I'm still mad that some people haven't seen it *hint hint*...Loving that movie a great deal, my expectations of the upcoming movies were very high.  Now, I can't remember every movie that I saw, but I'll try to put them in order.  The next movie I saw was Matrix Reloaded.  Because it's the first Matrix I've seen I was probably more impressed by the special effects than most people, but the storyline needed work.  This movie couldn't even hold a candle to X2.  I think Finding Nemo was up next.  That was a hilarious movie.  I can't get over how funny Dory was, especially when she talked to the whale.  One of the most memorable scenes of the movie was when teh fish finally escaped from the tank and couldn't get out of the bags.  That just had me cracking.  I think the next movie was The Hulk, but I'm not sure.  The movie wasn't bad.  I thought it was like Spider Man, both, of which, are no match for X2.  I almost forgot about Bruce Almighty, which just goes to show what I thought of the movie.  I thought the movie was funny, but not really.  Only when Jim Carey messes with his co-worker is it really funny.  Next would be Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.  I have to say that I fully enjoyed this move more than Matrix and almost as much as X2.  The movie itself was just alot of fun.  The only drawback would have to be the storyline, which was ok.  The last movie I saw was Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines, which I also enjoyed very much.  It turned out much better than I thought it would.  A movie I have yet to see is Pirates of the Caribbean.  I don't know when I'll be able to watch that, but I do know that the next movie I'll see is Tomb Raider: Cradle of Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on the topic of movies, because Pat is so obssessed with Donnie Darko, I am now curious enough to see it, even though I don't personally like Jake Gyllenhal.  I don't know why I don't like him, I just know that I don't.  Now, to try and prevent getting a tongue lashing by none other that you-know-who, I will say this.  I don't recall ever seeing a movie with Jake Gyllenhal, so I shall reserve judgement when I'm around you, or, I could just tell it to your face to SPITE you. LOL.  Anyway, I took that Whoe in Donnie Darko are you test, and i ended up being Gretchen Ross.  I think that the description is quite true of me, and in case you want to know what it was, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very perceptive of the world around you. You are a good person with strong morals. Although your life hasn't been exactly the way you would like it, you still think the world is beautiful. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me and that's where I'll end it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Do you really have &lt;br /&gt;Everything you want&lt;br /&gt;You can never give&lt;br /&gt;Something you ain't got&lt;br /&gt;You can't run away from yourself"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105892953370440380?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105892953370440380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105892953370440380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892953370440380' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105884870528423644</id><published>2003-07-21T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T21:38:25.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, isn't this exciting?  It's my first blog in awhile that has nothing to do with Knott's.  Here's something else I can talk to you about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in a County of Oranges&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all occurred las Thursday.  My family and I were going to go with some relatives to the Orange County fair, but first, I had to go to UCI for an advising.  My mom and I drop off my brothers at my cousin's house because they didn't want to go to UCI with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The advising at UCI wasn't too bad.  That lady doing the presentation, who was in a wheelchiar I might add...Reminds us all of another wonderful teacher...was pretty funny at times.  After she gave her schpeel about Humanities and classes and stuff, we had to make a predetermined schedule for ourselves.  Now, the lady said that three classes is what they reccommend for the first quarter, which is 12-13 units.  This pretty much schoked my mom, especially since she had me try to make a schedule fo myself before-hand.  I ended up with about seven or so classes, ending with over 20 units.  My mom was even more schoked to learn that, if my real schedule turns out like the one we made on that day, my schedule would be like this: Monday- 3 classes, Tuesday- 1 class, Wednesday- 3 classes, Thursday- 1 class, and Friday- 2 classes.  She really couldn't get over the fact that Tuesdays and Thursdays would only have once class.  All this is pretty good though, considering that I'm going to have to get a job.  Still, I want to try and sign up for one more class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the the advising, I went to the Career Center to see if there were any jobs on campus.  The lady at the front desk asked if I was a student, and I said I was going to be.  She then said that, since I hadn't paid my fall fees yet, I don't have access to the list of jobs that are on a website.  So, I just have to wait until then.  On my way back to my mom, who waited at the Humanities buildings instead of going with me, I called Pat.  You see, Pat asked if I wanted to go with him and Daniel to this tour of UCI on the 28th.  At first, I wasn't too keen on going because 1. You had to $60 and 2. My cousin showed me around already...I'm still not all that used to the campus, but I'll get the hang of it...Yeah, so i call him and ask if I can still go with them because there are things I needed to take care of.  Pat asked me what, and, I agree, I gave him the most vagues answer a person can give.  Okay, here's the deal.  I want to go with them because 1. I have to get my picture taken for my ID, 2. I have to get this for form the Testing Center, and 3. Maybe the three of us could go do something afterwards.  Pat, however, being the spiteful friend that he is...won't give me a stragiht answer, and instead is making me a guess password in order to get an aswer...Why?  Your guess is as good as mine, but then again, you'd have understand how Pat works, and only someone as equally spiteful as him can...meaning me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt;  This really has nothing to do with the overall topic, but I've always wanted to blog about this.  Pat and I have been friends for quite some time now, but unlike most friendships, which are based on love and kindess, ous is based on spite...yes, spite.  You should see all of our IM's.  There's not single one where we haven't talked about spiting each other.  Even on the phone or in person.  It's quite funny actually.  Now, I don't want you to think that we hate each other because we don't...it's all in fun...Of course, Pat won't admit that.  He'll deny it and say it's pure spite and nothing but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know I didn't even go anywhere near of talking about my Adventure in a County of Oranges, but there are other things I must attend to now so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Please can you tell me&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally see&lt;br /&gt;Where you go when you're gone "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105884870528423644?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105884870528423644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105884870528423644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105884870528423644' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105876270454137408</id><published>2003-07-20T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T21:45:04.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in a Berry Farm: Part 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! Ha!  Can you believe there's actually a part five?  Well, at least, I htink the will be the last one...which I'm sure will please at least one of you...*hint hint*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we leave Knott's, Angelo drops off my brother and me at our house, so we can get our swimming trunks.  We then drop off Alonso, and go to Angelo's house, so he can get his stuff.  Pretty exciting since I've never seen Angelo's house.  We almost got lost trying to find Krista's house, but, luckily, I remembered enough to know how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By teh time we arrived, everyone was already changing to get into the pool.  Contrary to what Tim and Krista said, the pool was freezing!  Everyone else seemed to think so too.  Krista even looked at the thermometer and said that the pool was 80 degrees.  Everyone else was like, "On the surface!"  Krista and Tim were right, however, when they said that moving around would make us warmer...Of course, that is just common sense.  There was a battle in the pool.  Krista carried her brother on her shoulders, and tim carried my brother on his shoulders.  Needless to say, Tim and my brother won.  We also played limbo.  Unfortunately, I got out pretty quickly because a lot of water ended up going up my nose, and you all know how annoyingly painful that is.  I can't remember if either Cynthia or Brigid won, or if they got a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering it was getting late and pretty dark, we got out of the pool.  The pizza was going to come soon anyway, so we just changed and looked at NDA's yearbook while we waited.  When the pizza came, we listened to 70's music.  We even listened to songs written and performed by my friend Leaj.  There's one song that she wrote with Cynthia that we hear, and it had to do with...getting into someone's pants...That's right, Leaj actually she says something like that.  It's also funny how she laughs during certain parts of the song.  The most interesting part of dinner was our conversation about being lactose intolerant.  Ican't remember who brought up the subject, but it was firected towards Cynthia.  People were telling her, "You can't have cheese or chocolate or milk."  At one point, Dana said, "You can't have ice cream."  Unexpectedly, Cynthia goes, "Oh, no! I love yogurt!"  Everyoen starts to crack up when Dana points out the fact that ice cream was brought up and Cynthia just goes to yogurt.  Yeah, yeah, doesn't sound all that funny the way I explain it, but it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when dinner was over, we went upstairs to do some kareokeing (really don't know if I spelled that correctly).  Krista started off by singing us the Bumblebee song by Aqua.  That song is so dirty.  It talks about being "ready for pollination" and "waiting for you invasion" and "wham-bam thnak you mam"  Nasty little ditty.  We all take turns doing a bunch of different songs.  We all even did "Bohemian Rhapsody" together.  That sounded interesting.  By the way, Dana fell asleep about halfway through the kareoke part of the day.  She must have been really tired.  Okay, back on topic.  As the night dwindled on, our voices began to tire and ache, not just because we were singing all night, but also because of all the screaming we did earlier in the day.  It was at this point when we decided to go our separate way and return home.  I think it was about 11:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look everyone!  I've finally finished my Knott's Saga.  Can you believe it?  Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed reading this.  I put a lot of effort into it, so you'd better appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt;  After reading the blogs on my site, I realized just exactly how many mistakes I've made.  And by mistakes, I mean grammar.  I have only one thing to say about this.  Whenever I finish writting a blog, I feel like I've done a great deal already, so going back to proofread just makes it seem like more work.  I know, it doesn't look smart when I have all those mistakes, but who are you to judge? (j/k)  You can think what you want...stil won't change the mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, with all that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I know you had to go away&lt;br /&gt;I died just a little&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it now&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I need&lt;br /&gt;I believe that&lt;br /&gt;I would cry just a little&lt;br /&gt;Just to have you back now&lt;br /&gt;Here with me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105876270454137408?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105876270454137408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105876270454137408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105876270454137408' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105867474262205476</id><published>2003-07-19T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T21:30:23.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I almost forgot to blog today...Good thing I didn't, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Advetnures in a Berry Farm: Part 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I only thought this would be a trilogy type thing, but things don't always turn out the way their supposed to.  Now, where did I leave off?  Oh, yeah, so, we're following the Drum Bums and we come upon this big circular thing with plants in the middle, you know, the one close to the dinosaur ride and the bumper cars.  So, the girls, who are still not dry, decide to just sit there and wait.  The guys...well, Angelo stayed, so I called him a girl...went on Hammerhead.  That was the first time I ever saw Tim pick out a flower and put it on his ear...Hawaiian style...and I later find out that he does that a lot.  This was also his first time on Hammerhead, so it was funny watching his expressions.  He also brought up a good point about how the seats must have been made by a woman...you'll know what I'm talking about if you've been on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ride, we return to the circular plant thing, only to find Cynthia with paper towels wrapped around her legs.  Yes...it was odd.  Once again...no surprise here...we decide to go back to the lockers.  About halfway there, everyone notices that Dana's socks were missing.  You see, when the girls sat to dry themselves off, they took off their socks.  Well, we weren't about to go back, so we continued on our way.  While everyone changed and stuff, Dana decided to go back to try and find her socks, and Birgid went with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was here that Krista came up with the idea to go to her house.  We couldn't decide at first, so Cynthia said we should "rock, paper, scissors."  Before we could try it though, we already made a decision to go.  I then told Cynthia, "How can we do "Rock, Paper, Scissors" if there are three possibilities in that game, and we only have two choices?"  She was like, "Oh, yeah!  Good point."  It was funny.  Well, Dana did find her socks, and we head off.  First, however, we stop by the picture place, and I buy our group portrait...Me and pictures, go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we exited, I came up with the idea to have our hands stamped.  Krista was like, "Why?"  Some of us said, "Just in case," even though we all knew we weren't going to go back.  We almost forgot to get funnel cake, until Cynthia was like, "We have to get funnel cake!"  So we get a plain sugar one, and a strawberry one too.  We sit out in a table, and start reminscing about the past.  we actually spent quite some time there, much longer than I had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; There's one thing cool at Knott's.  When you ask them for a cup of water, they don't give you some puny cup like we do at work, they give you a large-sized cup.  I thought that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on track, so when we get back to the cars, we check up on our donuts.  The ones in Krista's car were in pretty good shape, but the ones in Angelo's car were all melted and stuff.  Still, food's food and we still ate them.  Next stop....Part 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "And when the stars fall&lt;br /&gt;I will lie awake&lt;br /&gt;You're my shooting star"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105867474262205476?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105867474262205476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105867474262205476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105867474262205476' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105855478903474066</id><published>2003-07-18T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T16:19:46.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in a Berry Farm: Part 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being completely soaked from head to toe, except for Alonso that is, we decided to go back to the lockers to dry off and change...Notice how we keep going back to the lockers?  Strange isn't it?  So, while we waited to dry off, we drank the much needed Capri Sun that we brought.  Tim, Krista, and Cynthia even had a contest on who could stand barefoot the longest on the very hot floor.  Krista was out pretty quickly, and, in the end, the other two had to settle for a tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure the next thing we did was watch another show, and you'll never beleive what is was..."The World According to Snoopy...ON ICE"  I know, you must be wondering how there could be an ice show during the dead-heat-middle of summer.  Well, it was inside, fo course...God, you people can be so naive sometimes.  Anyway, as corny as the shows sounds, it was actually pretty good, especially since it was put on by Knott's  The ice skaters where incredible, especially the the person in the Snoopy outfit.  That job must be really hard.  Then there were these pair skaters, and the guy was just swinging the girl around and around and around.  On more than one occassion it looked like she was going to hit her head on the ice.  They were very talented people.  The show stealer, however, was this really buff dude doing those gymnastic type feats using those long pieces of fabric that hang from the ceiling...I don't know if that makes any sense, but the thing he did can be seen at circuses and stuff.  Anyway, the house was dead silent because everyone was in awe.  After the show, as we exited the theater, Someone said that is was funny how all the guys changed after Perilous Plunge, but none of the girls did.  We all thought that was interesting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way (I know, I say that a lot), teh show was in the Charles Schultz Theater, so as we walked down the ramp, we heard odd drum beats, and saw a crowd gathering near the entrance of the Bumper Cars.  We all gather around too, and see that it's the Drum Bums.  The Drum Bums are four guys who, besides perform on stage, walk around with folding chairs, using buckets as drums.  They did a bunch of neat tricks, like passing the buckets around to each other, while still keeping the beat, so that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like my adventure entries keep getting shorter, even though I'm not even done yet, but other people must use this computer too, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "I recognize the way you make me feel &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to think that &lt;br /&gt;You might not be real &lt;br /&gt;I sense it now, the water's getting deep &lt;br /&gt;I try to wash the pain away from me &lt;br /&gt;Away from me" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105855478903474066?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105855478903474066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105855478903474066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105855478903474066' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105846540375836461</id><published>2003-07-17T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T11:27:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't have a lot of time because I'm about to leave for UCI, so here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in a Berry Farm: Part 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so we get off the rather slow Mine Ride and decide to have lunch because...that's what people do when the get hungry...We ate at this 50's diner place next to X-celerator.  In case you're interested, I ordered a hot dog and a strawberry shake (which was very, very thick).  While we ate, we began to talk about this so-called "Berry Farm."  We tried to figure out how a berry farm could become the theme park it is today...so remember, we talked about how this used to be a "berry farm."  A little later on (still during lunch) we began to wonder how old the theme park was.  Angelo, being the slow-eating...I'm not kidding, he's one of the slowest eaters ever (no offense)...absent-minded person that he is, said, "You know, this used to be a berry farm."  That pretty much had everyone cracking up, except for Angelo, who was confused.  It wasn't until someone had said that the topic of "berry farm" had already been brought that Angelo understood.  We finally decided to watch a show that way our stomachs could settle.  Now, all we had to do was wait for Dana, who took a really long time in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first show we watched was the Indian dance one.  It started off with this one guy chanting, and then explaining the drum he was using.  The first actual dance was done by this girl, and it was called "The Pretty Shawl Dance."  The next dance was done by a guy with really long braided hair, and his dance was called "The Hoop Dance"...I know, not the best names, but, hey, they were very straightforward.  "The Hoop Dance" was the more impressive of the two because the guy did a bunch of "tricks" with several hoops, and it was amazing that his hair didn't get all tangled up.  I know, the way I describe it doesn't sound all that impressive, but it's one of those things that you had to see in order to believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat was next to unbearable by that time, so we make our way to the highly anticipated Big Foot.  For a line that long, the ride was very disappointing.  I got next to not being wet at all.  Why Knott's didn't turn on the waterfall is beyond me.  I mean, isn't the point of a water to get people really wet?  It really baffles the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angry" that we didn't get wet...well, some people did...we head towards Perilous Plunge because everyone, especially Krista (she's the wild one of the bunch), wanted to get really wet.  Line wasn't so bad.  I think we watited half an hour or something.  By the way, Alonso didn't go on the ride because he didn't want ot get &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; wet.  So there we are, waiting for the "Drop of Death" and, all of a sudden, "AAAHHH!!!"  The drop on that ride is the freakiest drop ever, and everyoen else agreed.  When we hit the water, I had to close my eyes to protect my contacts, but when I opened them up again, the water was still coming so I had to quickly close them.  That's how much water was coming down on us.  After the ride, we all get on teh bridge for a double dose, except for Cynthia, who decided she was wet enough already.  Honestly, people, we got more wet on the birdge than on the ride itself.  We wanted to stay on the bridge, but the mean Knott's people wouldn't let us.  That rid emade everyone's day because, although we were all drenched, we weren't hot anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm about to go so stayed tuned and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;"Sometimes I find another world&lt;br /&gt;Inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;When I realise the crazy things we do&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel ashamed to be alive&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wanna run away and hide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105846540375836461?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105846540375836461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105846540375836461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105846540375836461' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105824325280192303</id><published>2003-07-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T21:41:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, everyone, get ready for one hell of a blog.  There's a lot I have to say, and I'll be as descriptive as possible...but that's not promising anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adventures in a Berry Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on Saturday July 12 at about 6:00 in the morning.  I took a shower, got dressed, and the waitied for my brother.  Once eh was finished, we drove to Winchell's (is that how you spell it) on Airport and Manchester and bought 2 dozen donuts.  We returned home a little before 7:30, and the waiting began.  Angelo and Alonso arrived not long after, but it was interesting how they got to my house.  Angelo ha sbeen to my house about a million times because he used to take me to school.  Unfortunately, he forget, and instead of turning on 79th, he turned on 76th...And anyone who is familiar witht he area knows how easy it is to get lost in my neighborhood.  They wre able to find their way back to Sepulveda, and, eventually, to my house.  So there we are, waiting for everyone else to arrive.  It's almost 8:00, and we were supposed ot meet at 7:30.  My mom and my brother kept bugging me to call them, but I was like, calling them won't make them arrive any faster.  When they finally arrive, everyone else realizes why they were late...Krista picked everyone up...Everyone meaning tim, Cynthia, Dana, and Brigid... Now everyone congrgates to my kitchen were we feast on the yummy donuts I had bought earlier.  We left later than we expected, but that was alright since we got to Knott's pretty quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to Knott's was an adventure all on it's own.  Since no one knew how to get to Knott's, we had to use Map Quest, meaning we'd have to pay attention to the signs on the freeway.  well, sometimes, when you're having a conversation, and the navigator isn't...well, navigating...you tend to miss out on things.  simply put, we were about to go on the wrong freeway, so we had to pull a fast one and make the necessary changes.  There were other mishaps, but i can't remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention that we took the reaminaing donuts with us, on box in each car.  when we finally got to Knott's, we had the dilemma of not knowing what to do with the donuts.  Angelo left his box in the back seat, and Krista left hers in her trunk (Krista and Angelo drove).  Upon entering teh gates of the Berry Farm, we take the much needed group picture...you know, the one taken by the Knott's staff.  Considering this entire trip was my idea, i was made the unofficial leader...that and i was one of two people who had a park map...We make our way to the lockers, throw our stuff in, and head off to our first ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing how very little people there were int he morning.  The closest ride to the lockers was Ghost Rider...And let me tell you, it was a great way to start the day.  The was increidbly short, and the ride woke everyone up, boosting up our morale and energy.  People decide they want to leave stuff in the locker, so we go back then decide to go on Montezuma's Revenge.  Unfortunately, in order to get there, we had to pass by Camp Snoopy, which we all agreed upon had a different and rather unpleasent smell in every section of Camp Snoopy.  The line for Montezuma's revenge was even shorter than that of Ghost Rider's.  Don't believe me?  Well believe this, we rode on Montezuma's three times in a row.  Of course, doing so doesn't go without it's consequences.  By the end of the thrid ride, we all just wanted to take a breather and go on somehting more mellow...And what ride is more mellow than Jaguar?  Jaguar wasn't all too bad, even though it is the slowest roller coaster on teh earth, and some of the girls liked it.  No one wanted to go on Supreme Scream because they didn't like the fact that the ride brings you so high up, only to drop you.  It was getting pretty hot too, so we decided to go on the Log Ride (is that it's name?)  I'm sure everyone is aware of the part of the ride where there is a pipe that shoots out water, but it turns off before you get to it, right?  Well, it didn't quite work out that way this time.  I was so prepared for it to turn off, that, when it didn't, it completely caught me off guard.  Actually, it did turn off, but not before hitting our log, and me, being the wone sitting in front, got splashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt; Here's something I forgot to mention.  While waiting in line for the Log Ride, for some reason, we started to go around and say where we got our clothes from...Weird I know, but I hvae kooky friends like that, and I love them for it...You all know that they have those fake rock walls around the line.  Well, I was leaning on one side, as it got to my turn to say where I got my clothes form, I slipped and scrapped my arm on the wall.  Luckily there was no blood, but talk about embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Log Ride, we wanted to go on something exciting, and X-celerator caught our eyes.  It's the newest rie int eh park, so we all wanted to try it, that is, all of us except Dana and Brigid.  The line wasn't too bad, but Krista and Cynthia were able to get on before the rest of us.  when us guys finally get on, we had no idea of what we were getting ourselves into.  That ride is freaking...I don't know...I can't seem to find the right words to describe it...THe ride starts off so fast that it feels like you're being compressed into the seat, and your insides can feel it too.  It's that crazy.  Of course, with a ride that can affect you like that can, we need some recovery time, meaning a slow ride was next.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost lunch time, and the nearest slow ride was the Mine one.  Suprisingly enough, that's were we first encountered our first long line.  Even though those little mine trains can fit a lot of people, a lot of time was wasted because, even though a train had already left, it would take like another five minutes before the other train would arrive.  We had the last car on the train, and we had a great time making fun of the driver's speech...Honestly, you couldn't understand anything he was trying to say because of the accent he was trying to use.  This was also the ride where Krista thought the ride would have been funnier and more interesting if the fake miners were all naked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  That's a really long blog, and I'm not even halfway done.  I, however, don't have time to finish it today, so I decided to leave you with Krista's lovely thoughts on the Mine ride. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "'Cause you are the face&lt;br /&gt;That heaven showed me&lt;br /&gt;When I needed someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105824325280192303?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105824325280192303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105824325280192303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105824325280192303' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105797998316396676</id><published>2003-07-11T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T20:19:43.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe God doens't hate me.  Even though things didn't turn out exactly as I planned...but, tehn again, when do they ever do...I'm finally going Knott's.  YAY!!!  Of course, even after multiple tries, a certain somebody still refused to go.  Talk about party pooper, right?  J/K I don't blame him.  If a guy dosn't like a certain theme park, then you can't force him...or can you?  Naw, I'm not that kind of guy.  I was going to use the whole guilt card too, but what kind of a friend would I be if I did that?  Okay, that's all I wanted to report on today.  See, I can blog about happy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "When you call my name &lt;br /&gt;It's like a little prayer&lt;br /&gt;I'm down on my knees &lt;br /&gt;I wanna take you there&lt;br /&gt;In the midnight hour &lt;br /&gt;I can feel your power&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer &lt;br /&gt;You know I'll take you there"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105797998316396676?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105797998316396676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105797998316396676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105797998316396676' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105789549471236043</id><published>2003-07-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T20:51:34.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know, but I think God doesn't like me.  It sounds like a very serious accusation, but I have proof.  It's like I'm cursed or something.  Everytime I try to plan a get together, things backfire one me.  Whne I'm free to do stuff, people aren't.  When other people are free to do stuff, I'm not.  What's up with that?  I'm getting so tired and incredibly angry.  Of all the people I invited, only three are for sure going, and about two or three are maybes.  This is driving me insane.  Why can't I have one day of planned happiness?  Is that too much to ask for?  I'm getting desperate people, and desperate times call for desperate measures.  I'm willing to do alomst anything to find more people to go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also come to my attention that someone...you know who you are...finds my blogs, and I quote, "repitive."  That is the exact word my friend used in our IM conversation.  He thinks I complain to much about work...but can you blame me?  So today, I won't complain about work.  In fact, work wasn't all too bad.  I was in teh Delta terminal today, and the highlight of work was the $16 tip, which is double what I usually get at Tom Bradley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know people.  right now, I'm too emotionally messed up and angry to think straight.  In fact, I'm only blogging to get this stuff off my chest.  Believe me, it's helping.  I want to pour everything out, but I won't because I odn't want to drag down your lives when you read about mine.  Take care of yourselves, and never...ever...give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "There's nothing left to try&lt;br /&gt;There's no place left to hide&lt;br /&gt;There's no greater power&lt;br /&gt;Than the power of good-bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105789549471236043?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105789549471236043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105789549471236043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105789549471236043' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105763618951721985</id><published>2003-07-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T20:49:49.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, everyone.  The mystery of Pat's whereabouts...it was a mystery to me anyway...has finally been solved.  Pat is, indeed, back in action.  How do I know?  I called his house.  Pat wasn't home, though, because he was out with a friend.  I tell you, that boy is always going places.  Anyway, that's enough on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what people, I've found a new date for my Knott's trip...well, two actually: Friday or Saturday.  I have both those days off from work, so it just depends on which is better for everyone else.  I've already asked half the people I want to invite, so I'll get a definite date from them, and then I'll ask the rest.  I didn't want to ask everyone and then get half wanting Friday adn the other half wanting Saturday.  Hopefully, everything will turn out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss for words right now.  I always plan on writing a bunch of things, but, when I finally get to blog, it's like I lose insipration or something.  The only thing I can think of writing right now is thanks...Yes, a thanks.  I want to thank Pat and JP for being my only two and true loyal fans and readers.  For the rest of you out there, unless you start tagging, then your existence remains anonymous and unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "And I'll remember &lt;br /&gt;The love that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember &lt;br /&gt;The way that you changed me&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105763618951721985?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105763618951721985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105763618951721985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105763618951721985' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105746597934710249</id><published>2003-07-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T21:32:59.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm telling you people, I've never been so tired from work than I have been in the past two days.  I don't know.  Naybe some of it is due to the fact that I had to work on July 4th.  I know, so are other people, but how many of you guys worked until 10:00 at night?  That's right! No come back now, huh?  Luckily, a friend came from out of town, so i was going to get picked up to see him.  So, Rita, for those of you who like names, picks me up, and she takes me to my house so I can change.  We then go to visit m our friend Matt Horwitz who came down from Berkeley.  He was staying at Mike Hess's house, and I'm sure at least Pat knows who he is.  Matt wasn't there when we arrived at Mike's house, but a bunch of other guys were, and they were lighting fireworks.  We watch until we see Matt arrive, and then he joins in on the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, fireworks aren't unlimited and we were forced to go into the house.  There, we watched a Twiglight Zone marathon on Sci-Fi because Matt and his friends are all Sci-Fi geeks.  Oh, we also saw the last parts of Jason X.  It was funny watching the guys bash the movie.  Oh, you know who else was there?  Richard Lopato.  That name brings back all sorts of memories, doesn't it Pat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Pat?  The mystery still exists on whether he's back or not.  I have two theories. First, he really is back and he's just not saying so because only God knows why.  And second, he's still on his little vacation, and he's wasting his time in paradise using someone else's computer just to tag on people's boards...which I appreciate.  So Pat, if you actually read my blogs, and are not just tagging, read this...BLOG!!!  That's a direct order from       &lt;strong&gt;The Master&lt;/strong&gt;, and I expect ot to be followed.  ^_^  Seriously though, you haven't blogged almost two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright everyone.  I've run out of writing material so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "You're so consumed &lt;br /&gt;With how much you get&lt;br /&gt;You waste your time &lt;br /&gt;With hate and regret&lt;br /&gt;You're broken&lt;br /&gt;When your heart's not open"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105746597934710249?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105746597934710249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105746597934710249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105746597934710249' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105728671347845934</id><published>2003-07-03T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T19:45:13.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been two days since I was last able to blog.  Here's my situation.  I'm currently working the afternoon-night shift.  Now, I usually blog at night because I do other things in the morning, so I don't know exactly how often I'll be able to blog.  The only reason why I have the chance to do it now is because it's my day off.  Unfortunately, tomorrow isn't, so, as you can guess, I get to spend my 4th of July at the airport...Yay!  Lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Terminator 3 today.  Very good movie.  Loads of destructive fun.  I'm telling you, this movie was better than Matrix...and another movie I saw recently that was better than Matrix was Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle...But I think I may have already mentioned that earlier.  So yeah, I won't give anything away about the movie, but I strongly recommend that you all go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot to blog about these day, but that's because there hasn't been a lot going on...So much for my action-packed summer huh?  And you know what, I'm still trying to get my whole Knott's trip together...That's right, it's the same trip that was supposed to happen on my Birthday.  The problem now is that a lot of people are working, so everyone's schedule is different.  I really want everyone to go, but I might have to just accept the fact that I can't have everything I want...which is evident by the fact that I'm still trying to organize this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else to blog about...I have a new song stuck in my head.  Crazy In Love by Beyonce...Now, I want to make it clear that I like the song not Beyonce.  Just like I don't think Jennifer Lopez is hot, I don't think Beyonce is hot either.  I prefer people who are more "down to earth" like Michelle Branch and Sarah Michelle Gellar.  Anyway, the song is very catchy, so I like it.  I guess that's it, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "Mirror mirror hanging on the wall&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to tell me &lt;br /&gt;Who's the biggest fool of all&lt;br /&gt;Mirror mirror I wish you could lie to me&lt;br /&gt;And bring my baby back &lt;br /&gt;Bring my baby back to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105728671347845934?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105728671347845934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105728671347845934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105728671347845934' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105703155938293791</id><published>2003-06-30T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T20:52:39.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HaHa!  I'm so foolish.  I made some changes yesterday, and when I checked my site today, I didn't see the changes I made.  So, I go to check them, and I save  everything, and then I finally see the small print.  I had to republish in order for my changes ot be seen.  I know, all you "veteranos"...I can't beleive I just said that, but I did so just to bring bad memories to all of you who know where I got this from...must think I'm an idiot, and i admit that I was in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather uneventful and uniteresting.  This is going to be one hell of a week though becuase my schedule at work is all over the place...Speaking of work, I just found out yesterday that a bunch of people I know work at &lt;strong&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/strong&gt;...Freaky isn't it?  After all, who would hire them? (j/k) You guys know I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it takes UCI so long to figure roomates and stuff becuase it's driving me to the point of insanity...well, not really, but I would like to know.  Hopefully, it'll be Pat and me because that would be fun.  Just in case you people don't know, Pat's in paradise right now, so let's all hate him while we're all stuck here in hell (can we feel the heat or what?)  Alright everyone, I'm just writing random words, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt; "It's about life&lt;br /&gt;It's about fun"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105703155938293791?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105703155938293791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105703155938293791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105703155938293791' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-105693789035786884</id><published>2003-06-29T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T18:51:30.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well what do you know?  After weeks of not blogging, I finally come back to see that they've done a little remodeling (Blogger that is).  I have to say, it does look nicer and more appealing.  I haven't tried out to see if there are any new functions yet, but I will sometime.  right now, I'm more concerened with blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a wild time since I last blog...And I don't mean wild as in crazy party wild because there hasn't been any of that.  The reason why I wanted to blog today was to let you all now that I broke my Kairos Cross ...&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;...That's right...I said &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I broke it was at work.  I'd like to expalin how, but it's hard to explain.  Anyway, I get it fixed for &lt;strong&gt;$5&lt;/strong&gt;, which is frickin expensive for a small metal ring.  Now, I bet you want to know how I broke my Cross again...Surprise, surprise...I broke it the same way I did the first time...I should have learned the first time huh?  Thing is, I don't like to wear my Cross inside my shirt, but after this time, I'm just oging to have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all probably thinking I'm nutty for fretting over a Cross, but this is no ordinary Cross.  It's got sentimental meaning, so I'm ver attached to it...And that probably even makes me sound more like and idiot.  You must all be thinking, "Look at his guy.  He's attached to a Cross."  Well, I am, so deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alot of information that needs to be shared, but I don't have the time to write them all down, and I'm sure you don't have the time to read them all, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/strong&gt;  Not bad for my first blog in forever, don't you think?  Sorry there's no quote, but I'm not on my desktop, so I don't have any lyrics on hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-105693789035786884?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105693789035786884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/105693789035786884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105693789035786884' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95803420</id><published>2003-06-18T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T13:36:15.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry...You know, I apologize a lot...Well, when you don't have time to blog like me, then you've got stuff to apologize for...So, yeah, you can guess why I'm saying sorry this time.  Unfortunately, I was able to use my computer at all yesterday, and I'm about to get kicked off soon, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95803420?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95803420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95803420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95803420' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95739470</id><published>2003-06-16T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T20:12:45.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry folks, but I'm quite tired today, so I won't be updating you on my so called life.  Stayed tuned though, and don't forget to tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95739470?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95739470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95739470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95739470' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95701216</id><published>2003-06-15T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T19:53:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm supposed to catch you up on the past week, but I just have to blog about today first.  There's really only two things I want to say about today though.  First, I put up a &lt;b&gt;chatterbox&lt;/b&gt; because I'd like to know who reads my blogs.  Seriously, I have no idea if anyone actually reads teh stuff I write.  Secondly, I was at Redondo with my family and some relatives.  I was walking to the parking lot from the place with the arcade (near the pier), and guess who taps me on the shoulder?  This should interest you, Pat, more than anyone else.  No, it's not Ryan, even though I know he's your most favorite person in the world, but this guy is still someone you like...yes, it was &lt;b&gt;Mike Adan&lt;/b&gt;.  He was with his older sister...I think her name is Christine...and she goes to UCI.  Okay, that's all that's really important.  There was a bunch of other things that happened today, and maybe I'll get to that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY JUNE 9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting day.  It's my first time ever to ride a &lt;b&gt;train&lt;/b&gt;.  I was going to my cousin's house, and she lives in Fontana.  The rest of my family would be going two days later.  Anyway, my train left at 5:00.  I got a pretty good seat with a table.  I was planning on doing some writing, but this old guy decides to sit across me, so I figured I'd rather not...I don't like it when people watch what I'm doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train ride was sort of what I expected.  It was pretty comfortable, except for the fact that the train was really loud.  All the squeaking and stuff.  Let me tell you, I've never seen so much graffiti (don't know how to spell it, so don't hate) in my life.  Also, you'd be surprised how many people own pools.  I wasn't on the second floor of the train, so I couldn't see that well and take an accurate account, but there were alot.  I'm going to give you a feeling for how long the train ride was.  When the train left, I started listening to my &lt;b&gt;Final Fantasy IX Soundtrack&lt;/b&gt;.  When I got off the train, my CD was still playing.  Now, you're probably thinking...was the CD short or long...For those of you who don't know, the amount of music placed in a video game, especially an RPG, can be pretty astounding, so it was a very long CD...over an hour's worth of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUESDAY JUNE 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's friends came over to her house for a party.  For awhile, I stayed upstairs because...well, if you know me...you know that I don't like to approach people I don't know.  Anyway, I eventually joined the group whenI heard them singing &lt;b&gt;kareoke&lt;/b&gt;.  I tell you, those people cannot sing.  They made good efforts, and they had a lot of spunk and energy, so you have to give them credit for that.  I went with my Uncle, Aunt, and another cousin to go rent some movies.  We rented &lt;b&gt;Old School, The Hot Chick, and James Bond&lt;/b&gt;.  Most of my cousin's friends had to leave during Old School, but that was alright...And Pat, I knwo you really liked that movie, but I thought it wasn't all that great.  It was funny, but not that funny.  In fact, The Hot Chick was funnier.  I laughed probably twice as much during The Hot Chick as I did during Old School.  Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see James Bong, but I don't think it's that big a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDNESDAY JUNE 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my cousin's graduation.  My Mom and my two brothers arrive, and even my cousin's older brother, who goes to UCI, made a surprise appearance.  (He said he couldn't come because of finals, but he did.)  The graduation was being held at a local college, and it wasn't bad either.  Even though it was a public school, teh ceremony didn't take all that long.  They had two people announcing names.  One for each side (the graduates sat on two different sides).  It took a hell of a long time to get out.  I'm not exactly sure why, but I think it was because there were cars blocking the exit of the praking lot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had dinner at this Chinese buffet.  I forgot to mention.  We bought my cousin five balloons.  One was lost by her Mom during teh graduation.  Another was lost by my brother on the way to the car after the graduation.  And finally, one more was lost at the restaurant by my cousin's older brother.  He had tied it to a chair, but not securely enough, so it "untied" itself and flew up.  The restaurant has a high ceiling, so we couldn't get it back.  When my cousin found out, she was kind of upset and sad because she hadn't been able to even hold the balloons yet, and now there were only two left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, everyone.  I had a splendid time recapping those three days with you...and four if you can't today's account...and I'll blog again tomorrow.  Catch you all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "I've got to get away from here&lt;br /&gt;And it couldn't be too soon&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I see the stars are here with me&lt;br /&gt;Like rockets to the moon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95701216?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95701216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95701216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95701216' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95668958</id><published>2003-06-14T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T15:00:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost, I would like to apologize to all my fans who had to suffer because I haven't blogged in forever.  Anyway, there's a lot of stuff I have to cover, so I don't know exactly know how detailed I'm going to get.  Anyway, this will be pretty long, so be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY JUNE 6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off the day by getting ready for the movies.  Here's who I invited: Pat, Daniel, Angelo, JP, Alonso, Lok Ming, and Dante.  THe movie was supposed to be at 11:45 because Angelo had a doctor's appointment at 2:00.  Around 8:00, Angelo calls me and tells me that his appointment was moved to 11:00.  I had to make the necessary changes, so the movie would now be at 12:15...Sorry, we were going to watch &lt;b&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;/b&gt;...Anyway, as expeceted, not everyone could make it.  JP had just come back form Grad Nite, and he had homework to do...Can you believe he still had homework...Daniel couldn't go because he didn't have his cell phone with him, so I couldn't contact him...Pat couldn't go because he was sleeping (busy party guy that he is)...and Alonso couldn't go because Angelo forgot to pick him up (sad isn't it?).  That basically left Dante, Angelo, Lok Ming, and me.  Although there was only four of us, we had a pretty cool time.  The movie was hilarious.  I don't want to give too much away, but Dory is one of the funniest characters I have ever seen, especially when she talks to the whale.  That just had me cracking up.  Okay, so movie ends and we all go on our separate ways because we had to prepare for Baccalaureate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baccalaureate was fun...Not as much fun as last year, but still fun.  I'm happy to say that this was the choir's best performance this year...Why?...Who knows?  I guess Baccalaureate just bring out the best in us.  It was the same last year.  That's all I have to say about the actually Mass because nothing overly interesting happened...Oh...before I forget...I got sing a song witht he chamber choir, which is a big deal, believe me...The "after party" is what's worth talking about.  Okay, teacher's suck because most of them left after getting some food.  It was so hard trying to look for them for pictures and stuff.  Yeah, so I hung out mosty with Pat and Ryan.  My brother came along and became our official photographer.  Food was pretty good by the way...um...I don't know what else to say.  I know, my account doesn't make it seem like Baccalaureate was fun, but it was...so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SATURDAY JUNE 7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higly anticipated &lt;b&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/b&gt;!  Graduation had tons of excitement.  Granted, it was pretty boring because of all the speeches, but everything else was great...Well, not everything...I couldn't done without all those cigars.  Still, I was able to take a million pictures.  I wish I could've stayed longer, but I had lunch reservations.  I was able to see Jutine, Krista, and Cynthia.  That was cool.  Yeah, so no one threw their caps because we didn't exactly get a chance to.  Too bad we couldn't keep our caps and gowns.  That would have been nice.  I had to turn mine in to Arney, which was kind of awkward.  She congratualted me and everything.  It's nice when teacher's remember you, but...I don't know how to describe what I'm trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay!  Time for lunch.  Here's the guest list, and I'm going to go Filipino on you: &lt;b&gt;Mom, Dad, Ryan, Ian, Tita Gigi, Tito Raffy, Jovie, Jessica, Jeralyn, Jeramy, Tita Angie, Kuya Denis, Ate Analisa, Tita Zeny, Tito Sticky, Tita Candy, Tito Ramon, Ate Cathy, Kuya Ryan, Mia, Raine, Tita Zeny, Tito Jun, Ate Abigail, Kuya George, Kuya Arnold, Tita Cecille, Kuya Mark, Ate Sharon, Shaela, Tito Rolly, Christopher, Marie, Tito Resty, Tita Eder, and Tita Tess&lt;/b&gt;.  I hope I didn't forget anyone.  Lunch was at Macaroni Grill in Torrance or some place like that.  My Mom ordered a cake with my Graduation picture on it...And it was edible to.  Oh, the cake had chocolate covered strawberries around it, which some of us hoarded.  I sat with Jovie, Jessica, Jeralyn, and Ian (we're the original five).  Macaroni Grill covers their tables with paper, and they give you crayons.  We played &lt;b&gt;Hang Man, C-Mash, a number game I learned in Calculus, drawing a person without looking, and other stuff.&lt;/b&gt;  I had an incredible time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the busy day that Saturday was, my adventures were not over.  Now I had to get ready for &lt;B&gt;NDA's graduation&lt;/b&gt;.  I got home a little later than I had planned, so I was late to teh graduation.  When my brother and I got there, we found out that we needed to get tickets to get in (the graduation was in a gym at LMU).  Of course, the girls failed to mention this to me...Thanks girls.  Luckily, Leaj's sister was waiting outside for her cousin to come.  She told us that she had an two extra tickets, but one of us had to go out once her cousin came.  Leaj's sister is so sool like that.  Every time I've been around her, she's always been nice and fun.  Ian and I go in, and that gym is pretty much packed.  There were definitely more people than I expected, especially since there's only about 100 something girls graduating.  When the time came, Ian went outside.  He called me, using Jael's (Leaj's sister) cell phone.  I turned around and noticed a door leading outside.  I walked out and saw that there were stairs.  I told Ian to walk to me, he realized what I did...&lt;b&gt;We didn't need tickets after all&lt;/b&gt;.  The graduation...at least what I was able to catch...was pretty good.  It would have been better if the lady announcing the names spoke louder because it was hard to hear who she was calling up.  In the end, I had to find all the people I wanted to take pictures with.  The only one I couldn't take a picture with was Leaj because she left right after graduation in order to make it to her younger brother's graduation form 8th grade.  One of the things I liked best about their graduation was that I was able to see people I hadn't seen in the lognest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, ends my Saturday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUNDAY JUNE 8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time months, I went to Church.  I know, it makes me look bad, but I can't help it if I work in the morning on weekends.  Afterwards, we ate at this Dim Sum place, which wasn't bad, but I've had better.  My family then went to the Beverly Center, where my brother and I bought some new clothes.  I can't remember if it was yesterday or today, but we rented Darkness Falls, which only my brother amd I watched.  It wasn't the scariest movie in the world, but I still liked it a lot...more than I liked The Ring anyway.  I know today's adventures seem short, but that's all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, folks.  I just realized how much time I'm going to have to spend on writing over a week's worth of blogs, so I'm just going to blog about a couple of days at a time.  Besides, I know you'r enot going to take all that time to read what would be an incredibly long blog.  What I've written already seems like a sufficient lenght, so, have fun reading this, and I'll blog more again later (maybe some time again today even).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "I will never know myself &lt;br /&gt;Until I do this on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I will never feel anything else &lt;br /&gt;Until my wounds are healed&lt;br /&gt;I will never be anything &lt;br /&gt;Till I break away from me&lt;br /&gt;I will break away, I'll find myself today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95668958?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95668958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95668958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95668958' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95471203</id><published>2003-06-09T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T10:02:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you know what really, really sucks.  Taking pictures and then findinout that your camera has no film in it.  Now, I can't remember what pictures I tried to take with it.  I'm so angry.  Stupid camera.  That's pretty much why I usually only use disposable ones.  At least you don't have to worry about them having film.  UGH!  Anyway, I just wanted to get that off my chest so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95471203?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95471203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95471203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95471203' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95450248</id><published>2003-06-08T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T21:16:16.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really, really wanted to blog about baccalaureate and graduation, but I'm just not feeling up to it.  I've been tired lately, so maybe I'll get to it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95450248?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95450248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95450248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95450248' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95353440</id><published>2003-06-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T19:50:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh...my...God!  Graduation is in two days.  If you asked me how I felt, I wouldn't know what to say.  I'm feeling so many emotions that it confuses me.  I"m excited because it's graduation, and graduation itself is an exciting occassion.  I feel sad because I'm going to have  to leave everything behind when I go to college.  Loyola will just become something of my past.  I had such a wonderful experience there, and I don't feel I'm ready to live it.  I feel schocked and surprised.  I can't belive graduation is actually coming.  High school just feels like it flew past me, and left me behind.  I feel like there's so much I still have yet to accomplish.  But teh oddest emotion I'm feeling is that I'm scared...yes, scared.  Of what?  I don't know.  That's jsut how I feel, and I have a hard to explaning it, even to myself.  Honestly, I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baccalaureate (no clue if I spelled that correctly) is tomorrow night.  It'll be fun.  I had a great experience last year, so it should be even more fun this year, since it's my class that is celebrating.  I'm also going to go watch Finding Nemo tomorrow.  For sure, Angelo and Alonso are coming.  JP is most likely going to come, but he's going to Grad Nite tonight, so he might not.  Other people I'm waiting to hear from are Pat, Daniel and Dante.  I hope everyone can come.  It'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...There's still people I need to sign my yearbook.  I'm going to be taking a million pictures tomorrow and graduation.  I'm not going to let anyone ruin those two days because I'm going to have the perfect High School ending even if I have to kill everyone on the planet to do so...Just you know, I don't mean that.  It's something Buffy said in the Prom episode...Of course, I switched some of the words to fit my situation.  Okay all, I doubt I'll be able to blog tomorrow, but I'll try for Saturday.  Even then is not a for sure thing because there's NDA's graduation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "He was always such a nice boy&lt;br /&gt;The quiet one &lt;br /&gt;With good intentions&lt;br /&gt;He was down for his brother&lt;br /&gt;Respectful to his mother&lt;br /&gt;A good boy&lt;br /&gt;But good don't get attention&lt;br /&gt;One kid with a promise&lt;br /&gt;The brightest kid in school&lt;br /&gt;He's not a fool&lt;br /&gt;Reading books about science and smart stuff&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough, no&lt;br /&gt;Cause smart don't make you cool, whoa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95353440?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95353440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95353440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95353440' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95267987</id><published>2003-06-03T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T20:53:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I get to what I want to write today, I must take a moment to reflect on a rather touching blog made by none other than Pat.  Pat, no one else knows more about what you went through with that friend than I.  Afterall, what happened between you two pretty much happened to us too...But I haven't gotten to the point where've I've given up.  I'm happy that you've been able to find new friends, and, like you, I'm sorry that the relationship between you and him have become practically none existent.  Even up till now, I'm trying my hardest to patch things up between you and him, meanwhile trying to patch thing up between him and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right, when he has a problem, he never tells how he feels.  He'll either hide it, or just blog about it.  The way you found out was the same way I did.  I even appraoched the guy about this, but he was just distant.  He's so frustrating, but it kills me to see our friendship (I'm talking about us three) god own the drain.  Our friendship began like the very first day of Freshman year.  We will always have Pickett and Roots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, we didn't hang much for the next two years...you and Jeff were like brothers though...but everything changed Senior year.  I joined the Island, and we were like the Three Musketeers...okay, not really, but that's the only thig I can think of right now.  For the first time ever, we hung out together outside of school.  Unfortunately, those two times would be our last.  Despite many attempts, complications arrose...Yes, mainly because of him, but sometimes because of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I even said to his face, "You have to patch things up before Graduation.  We've been through so much, especially you and Pat."  I even said how much you wanted to patch things up with him...And you know what...he really didn't seem to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what pisses me off more is that, even though we'll all be going to same college, I know we're not going to see as much of each other as we did in high school.  In my yearbook, he wrote how he was looking forward to hanging out in college, but I really don't see that happening the way things are turning out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've &lt;b&gt;ranted and raved&lt;/b&gt; about this subject far too much now.  I don't want to end my high school career on a sad and unhappy note.  Unfortunately, I'm no longer in the mood to blog about what wanted to because it just doesn't seem so important anymore.  There are a lot of things that need to be adressed, and I will get to them in due time.  Until then, thanks Pat for the shout out because you've been the greatest...and to you &lt;b&gt;Mr. Getting Rid Of All Your Friends Before Graduation&lt;/b&gt;...I just want you to know that...even though you may no longer want to be my friend...I won't give up and I will always be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "I know that they say&lt;br /&gt;That somethings are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't like you only talked &lt;br /&gt;To him and you know it&lt;br /&gt;(Don't act like you don't know it)&lt;br /&gt;All of these things people told me&lt;br /&gt;Keep messing with my head&lt;br /&gt;(Messing with my head)&lt;br /&gt;You should've picked honesty&lt;br /&gt;Then you may not have blown it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95267987?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95267987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95267987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95267987' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95167068</id><published>2003-06-01T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T16:06:19.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty spiffy...yes, that's right...spiffy.  Work started off as drag...pretty much like it usually does since I'm always dead tired...but it got better.  Despite that it got inhumanely busy, there were a couple pick me ups.  The first was when Miss &lt;b&gt;Laura San Giocomo&lt;/b&gt; stopped by and ordered &lt;b&gt;4 bluberry muffins, 2 cinnamon donut puffs, a cherry danish,and a cheese danish&lt;/b&gt;.  For those of you who don't recognize that name, she plays Maya Gallow on the TV comedy &lt;b&gt;Just Shoot Me&lt;/b&gt;.  You know, I never thought she was all that hot, but seeing her in person has changed my mind.  She looks a lot prettier in person.  She isn't as busty or big looking as she does on TV.  She's got that natural beauty.  She's also very energetic, much like her character.  During the entire time she was at my "store" she saounded and acted really excited.  Seeing her made my day.  The other thing that made work bearable was the $11 tip I got at the end of the day.  Normally, I'd only get around $6, so today's tip was a nice change.  Alright, that's all I wanted to report today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "Hey, don't write yourself off yet&lt;br /&gt;It's only in your head you feel left out &lt;br /&gt;Or looked down on.&lt;br /&gt;Just try your best, try everything you can.&lt;br /&gt;And don't you worry what they tell themselves &lt;br /&gt;When you're away"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95167068?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95167068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95167068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95167068' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-95102781</id><published>2003-05-30T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T17:39:47.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to relate my &lt;b&gt;Adventures at Grad Nite&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Nite started last night, for those of you who don't know.  In preparation, I tried to sleep, but I could only do it for half an hour.  I get ready around 8:15.  I then pick up Pat around 9:05 because my mom was tired, and she wanted to get home as soon as possible.  When we get to Loyola, we are &lt;b&gt;forced&lt;/b&gt; to stay in the parking lot, where we hung out with Jorge and his girlfriend Arlene.  As more people showed up, we began to mingle.  Soon enough, the busses came, and we ended up in &lt;b&gt;Bus #3&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way to Disneyland, Pat and Angelo made I love you signs to people driving by...with Pat being a little more erotic than he needed to be...You know you were Pat!  We also made fun of people who had bigger busses than we did.  I also started nnoying people with the incredibly bright flashes of my camera...And exactly how am I going to take pictures without the flash...Sheesh people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get to Disneyland, we formed a group that consisted of &lt;b&gt;Angelo, Jorge, Arlene, Nava, Emmanuel, Kevin, Ryan, Lok Ming, Pat, Phil, Justine, and Me.&lt;/b&gt;  Of course, we all had to wait in line so that we could get patted down and stuff.  I had to see if it was okay that I had extra contacts.  The guy was like, "You don't have solution though right?" I said yeah, even though the contact case did.  I also heard that people had to throw away their eye drops and stuff.  Didn't happen to me.  Anyway, all the guys get through security pretty quickly.  Now we just had to wait for Arlene and Justine.  The people working at Disneyland kept telling us that we had to wait inside the actual theme park, but Mr. Pascale arranged it so that we were able to wait.  Arlene was the first to arrive, so she and Jorge went to wait for us inside.  When Justine came, we all went it.  It was funny because Pascale was like, "You were all waiting for the same girl?" We all said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first place we went to was Haunted Mansion.  I rode on that with Kevin, and we ended up with teh fat ghost in the end.  Next, we were supposed to go on Indiana Jones.  Some of us were hungry and thristy, so we told the others to save our place in line while we went to get stuff to eat. By the time we got back t the line, they were already to far in the line.  We decided to try Pirates of the Caribbean while we waited for the others, but the ride was broken.  Not to mention, Nava, Joe, and Ryan went to go look for more food and hadn't returned yet.  So, we walk back to Inidana Jones.  Evreyone goes on Jungle Cruise, except me because I wanted to wait for the people who were on Indiana Jones.  I didn't want everyone getting all separated.  Anyway, everyone finally gets back together, although not for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we entered Tomorrow Land, the group split.  We split up at the rocket ride thing.  Pat, Ryan, Justine, and Phil went off to the left, and everyone else went to the right.  Not long after, Lok Ming and I decided to go try and find Pat's group.  We left Angelo and them and tried to track the others down.  We couldn't find them, so Lok Ming and I just get in line for Matterhorn...I have no idea if I'm even spelling these rides correctly....And guess who passes by us.  Pat's group.  Lok Ming and I call out to them, but they don't hear us.  After Matterhorn, we try to go on Thunder Mountain, but that ride broke down too.  We ended up going back to Pirates, which was luckily fixed.  Honestly, the ride's not as fun as used to be.  Next came Jungle Cruise because lok Ming has never been on it.  The guy driving the boat had some pretty lame jokes, but they were so lame that it was funny...a little bit anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lok Ming and I go back to Tomorrowland because we don't know where else to go.  We try out Star Tours, which was not bad, but kind of short.  Next came Honey I shrunk the audience.  It was pretty cool at first, even though I've seen it bfore, but eventually, those glasses started to make my eyes hurt.  Our last ride was Autopia.  I's really a stupid ride ebcause you're on a track, and you  don't go very fast.  I ended up racing these two girls in the lane next to me...and I won, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 5:00 at that time, so Lok Ming and I decide to go back to the bus.  On our way there, we stop at the picture place...Sorry, forgot to mention we had one of the Disney people take our picture...I didn't know how many pictures to get because no one else was with us, so I just bought three since that's all I could afford.  It was about 5:45 when we got to the bus, and I thought we were going to be late, but we were actually one of the first people to get back to the bus.  Anyway, when my former group members got on the bus, I gave a picture ot Justine and Phil, and another to Pat.  The bus ride home wasn't so bad, considering I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to school around 7:00, but Pat and I didn't get picked up until a little after 7:30, which was really not a problem.  By the time I get home, I change my clothes, take out my contacts, and fall asleep on my bed.  I didn't wake up until 3:00, giving me 7 hours of sleep.  And now, here I am, blogging to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had a good Grad Nite experience.  It would have been more fun if Lok Ming and I had been able to hand out with more people...*hint hint*...but we had fun.  Disneyland itself wasn't what it used to be.  Besides the fact that much of the park was closed, teh rides aren't as entertaining or thrilling as they used to be.  Ah well, no use complaining now.  If I had the chance to go back and do Grad Nite over again, I would.  Alright folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "The world is not enough&lt;br /&gt;But it is such a perfect place &lt;br /&gt;To start...my love&lt;br /&gt;And if you're strong enough&lt;br /&gt;Together we can take the world &lt;br /&gt;Apart...my love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-95102781?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95102781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/95102781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95102781' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94971962</id><published>2003-05-27T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T20:45:36.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94971962?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94971962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94971962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94971962' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94719224</id><published>2003-05-21T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T20:43:41.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;AAAHHH!!!&lt;/b&gt;  My life is over!  Buffy has finally ended!  I watched the final episode at my cousin's house.  The episode left me with mixed emotions: anger, saddness, joy.  Also, I don't care if I spoil things for you people, but I'm going to reveal what happened in the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all should know, Angel shows up to give Buffy some super-powerful medallion.  Well, in the first ten minutes of the show, she sends him away to prepare a second front...not to mention she picks Spike over Angel.  My cousin was mad abou this because she loves Angel, but I didn't care.  I was actually glad she picked SPike because Spike has been there for Buffy since forever.  Besides, doesn't Angel love Cordelia now...which he failed to mention to Buffy, so he had no right to feel jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I thought so many people were going to die because theya re going against an army of &lt;b&gt;uber vamps&lt;/b&gt;...hah, Buffy language...but I'm getting ahead of myself.  Since Angel leaves, Buffy has no choice but to give the all-powerful medallion to Spike.  She can't have it because she's human.  Buffy also comes up with a really cool plan.  For those of you who don't know, Buffy posses a pretty nifty axe-thing that she pulled out of a rock.  Anyway, only Slayers can use it, so Buffy has Willow cast a spell on teh axe, enabling all potential Slayers to become Slayers.  Now, all the Slayerettes gain super-strength ans stuff.  Willow gets all glowy and stuff, and it looks pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let's tlak about death.  People I wanted to die: Kennedy, Principal Wood, Andrew, Rhona, Giles (because he "back-stabbed" Buffy), Dawn (I like her, but she annoys me sometimes) and any unimportant Slayerettes.  People I didn't want to die: Buffy (duh), Willow, Xander, Anya, Amanda, The red-head Slayerette who's name I don't know, Faith, and the Chinese Slayerette who's name I also don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the team gets to the school, they split up.  Faith takes the Slayerettes to the basement and wait for Buffy.  Willow and Kennedy prepare for the big spell.  Xander and Dawn head for the atrium.  Anya and Andrew team, leaving Giles and Principal Wood.  Now, I was angry because of them people who died...which would only be three.  Can you beleive it?  They're fighting a war and only three people die.  Principal Wood gets stabbed, but he survives (I'll kill him myself).  Another non-descript Slayerette who gets bitten.  My favorite Slayerette Amanda dies.  Why?  Why Amanda?  She was the coolest!  You don't even get to see how she dies.  She just drops to the ground.  It sucks because Kennedy and Rhona, my least favorite Slayerettes got to wield the mighty axe-thing.  The death that shocked me the most, however, was that of...Anya.  I knew from the beginning that, by pairing up Anya and Andrew, one of them was going to die.  Andrew didn't even put up a fight.  When the vamps came, they slammed him into a wall.  Anya was a killing machine, slaying two ro three of them before she was brutally slaughtered.  Here's how it went down.  She kills a vamp, and another comes up from behind her a makes a diagonal slash that rips through her...EEEWWW!!!  How could they do that to Anya.  Even worse, once she dies, they let Andrew live.  Why?  Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffy also gets stabbed, but she lives.  I forgot, there were actually four deaths.  When Spike finally used the medallion to destroy the hellmouth, he sacrificed himself.  Although, I can't say he's actually dead because I heard that he's going to be on Angel.  Why the Angel team would want him to be on their side, especailly since he and Angel have a bad history together, is beyond me.   I also heard that he was going to be human, but how's that supposed to help him.  Another thing I forgot to mention was that I heard why Anay was killed.  It was because she wanted to leave the show.  Evil bastards didn't have to kill her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the show ends with Sunnydale turning into a crater.  The gang escaped on school bus of all things.  Anywya, the ending was really weird, and I didn't like it.  It does leave it open for multiple possibiliteis.  For that, I'm glad.  Okay all, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "Oh I am what I am &lt;br /&gt;I'll do what I want &lt;br /&gt;But I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I won't go &lt;br /&gt;I won't sleep &lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe &lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;br /&gt;I won't leave &lt;br /&gt;I can't hide &lt;br /&gt;I cannot be &lt;br /&gt;Until you're resting here with me"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94719224?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94719224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94719224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94719224' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94613124</id><published>2003-05-19T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T20:00:05.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only have to things to say today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Matrix: Reloaded beat X2 in Opening Days *tear*&lt;br /&gt;2. Buffy ends tomorrow *cries uncontrollably*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later *sniff* Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "The daylight's fading slowly&lt;br /&gt;The time with you is standing still&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you only&lt;br /&gt;The slightest touch and I feel weak"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94613124?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94613124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94613124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94613124' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94482739</id><published>2003-05-16T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T20:20:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay...so the last blog didn't fix anything either, but I have high hopes for this one.  We'll just have to wait and see.  You know, I really did want to blog about stuff, but, once again, I don't fell like it.  Sorry everyone.  I'll just have to keep you in suspense until next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;  "Look at the stars &lt;br /&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;And everything you do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow&lt;br /&gt;I came along; I wrote a song for you&lt;br /&gt;And all the things you do&lt;br /&gt;And it was called yellow"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94482739?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94482739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94482739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94482739' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94427749</id><published>2003-05-15T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T20:38:09.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, okay, so maybe the problem didn't fix itself on the actual site, but it did on my little edit blog thing...For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, it's the page where I can edit emy blogs, hence...&lt;b&gt;edit blog thing&lt;/b&gt;...Hopefully, this entry will solve the problem.  So, school wasn't all that special today.  Only thing to look forward to was seeing The Matrix: Reloaded.  I had an extra ticket, so i asked Daniel if he wanted to go, and he said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I pick up Daniel around 3:30, and we head to the Bridge.  Unfortuntately, by the time we got there, there were already people in line.  We were about half way I think.  Still found pretty good seats, although that's not really what you want to hear now is it?  I won't ruin any plot lines, but I will tell you this.  There were some very, very cool scenes that I could watch over and over again.  Kind of like the Yoda fight scene in Star Wars: Attack of the Clones, only the Matrix had more of them.  Honestly, though, it didn't blow me away as much as I expected it to.  Partially because some of the language they use confused me.  Still, it impressed me enough that I actually want to check out the first movie...Yes, people, I've never seen the first movie...well, at least not completely.  Now, I don't want you to think the movie's not worth seeing because it is.  I definitely recommend you all watch it.  I just hope I didn't help it surpass X2, and I hope it didn't.  Also, to tell you the truth, I liked X2 better.  There are many reasons why, so I won't bore you with them.  Alrighty kids, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;  "I was scared, I was scared,&lt;br /&gt;Tired and under prepared,&lt;br /&gt;But I´ll wait for it.&lt;br /&gt;And if you go, if you go,&lt;br /&gt;And leave me down here on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll wait for you, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94427749?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94427749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94427749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94427749' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94367677</id><published>2003-05-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T20:49:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, Pat, luckily for me, that entry about UCI has been placed into my archives anf off my page, so, the problem solved itself...Phew...Well, today definitely was full of "adventures."  I'm going to fill in Pat's blanks.  So, today was AP Gov test day, and I got to school the same time I normally do...no surprise...I have to say, that the test was easier than I thought, but, as usual, when I htink things aren't as hard as they should have been, I do bad or semi-bad.  With the test over, I went to leave.  I found that the gate was closed, and their was no guard, so I decided to investigate.  On my way back to the parking lot, I met Pat, Daniel and Kevin.  Pat was supposed to take them home, but I decided that I should because Daniel lives closer to me, and Pat doesn't know where Kevin lives.  So, we decide to go to In N Out, and we decide to follow Dante...So the order of cars is Dante, Pat, me...and, of course, Pat decides to try and pull his illegal stunts...which, okay, wasn't exactly illegal since the light was still yellow...but the point is you still ran it.  So, as I wait for the light to turn green, I see Angelo's car behind.  I call him, but his phone is off, so I wave my phone to signal him to turn on his, and it takes a couple more call before he finally does.  Anyway, it was actually nice that Pat and Dante waited for me to catch...but not for long.  Can't blame Dante, but Pat knows I have acceleration problems.  Once those two hit the freeway, they were gone.  I tried to call Pat, but his phone was off too...What is with you people and not turning on your phones? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/b&gt; I just realize how much I've written without making another paragraph...After all, it's proven that longer paragaphs bore people, so, although this isn't the best time to start one, I'll do it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so, obviously, I wasn't going to catch up to Pat, so don't even think that I tried.  Luckily, Daniel knew where the In N Out was located.  We take the 405 and then the Marina FWY until we get to where the In N Out is.  Those aren't the exact direction, so don't hink of trying to follow them.  I was shocked to find that Dante and Pat weren't there because I was sure they would get there before us.  Apparently, they took the streets, so...HA!  We win!  And yes, we did spend most of our time there remembering the good old days...And yes, much of the converssation did involve Dante, Angelo, and me talking about Yosemite, which pretty much excluded Pat, Daniel, and Kevin...and I'm sorry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/b&gt; In case you want to know, Dante's going to LMU, Angelo's going to Cornell, and the rest of us are being typical Asians by going to UCI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we all go home...I forgot, early in our little drive, my back right rindow jammed when Daniel opened it, so it wouldn't close.  God!  I thought my dad was going to slaughter me.  Granted that he still lectured me, he took it a lot better than my whole family thought he would...especially since he wasn't in the best mood at the time.  Well, my dad was able to fix the problem, so it's all good.  And that leads us to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/b&gt; Buffy is ending next week, and it's going to drive me mad.  So, fair warning for those who see me the day after.  If I seem a bit "off," you'll know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...that's all...You may now all go back to your normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "So I wanna say thank you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it makes me that much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Makes me work a little bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Makes me that much wiser&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter&lt;br /&gt;Made me learn a little bit faster&lt;br /&gt;Made my skin a little bit thicker&lt;br /&gt;It makes me that much smarter&lt;br /&gt;So thanks for making me a fighter"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94367677?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94367677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94367677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94367677' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94239875</id><published>2003-05-12T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T19:28:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's was a bunch of stuff i was going to blog about today, but unfortunate circumstances have occurred that won't permit me to blog...It's not that it won't let me, but I've decided not to because of what happened...and I'm not goign to get into it so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit:&lt;/b&gt; I know I said I wasn't going to blog, but I just read Jeff's blog, and this is my response.  Jeff said that he would rather blog about his emotions than actaully say them because he might regret what he says.  Well, do you know what I say tto that, Jeff?  &lt;b&gt;WHATEVER&lt;/b&gt;  I'd rather you tell me in person how you felt because how am I supposed to know if you don't tell me...and how can we resolve the problem if you keep your emotions to yourself!  Secondly, he says that he hates flakers.  I already went over this in my last blog, so I'm not going to get into it again.  Point is that you, Jeff, are also a flaker, and who have been for as long as I've known you.  Not that I'm saying that you flake all the time, but you &lt;b&gt;do&lt;/b&gt; flake, so get over it!  There, I'm done blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94239875?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94239875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94239875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94239875' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-94170026</id><published>2003-05-11T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T16:54:50.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...what to blog about.  Let's see, yesterday, I took the Subject A Exam at Westchester HIgh.  I drove Pat too because, one, I didn't know how to get to Westchester High, and two, it's always more fun to do things with other people, even if it going to go take test.  Yeah, so I finally get to see Westchester High.  Honestly, not much to look at, and I told Pat that, if I hadn't gotten into Loyola, I'd be at Westchester High now.  I know, you're thinking, "How do those two parts of that compund sentence relate?"  Well, they don't.  Sometimes, I just type out what comes into my head.  I know, not very organized, but if I don't write it when I htink of it, another thought will replace, and that's just not good.  See how I've gone off topic?  Anyway, back to the test.  It actually wasn't that bad.  I just wish I had more space to right...&lt;b&gt;Curse my horridly large hadnwriting&lt;/b&gt;...I'm just kidding.  Well, I hope to at least get a four from every person who grades it because that's what I need to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that took place was a rather aggravating online chat with Jeff.  Jeff, I hope you still read my blogs because I want you to read this.  Okay, for the longest time I tried to see X2 with Jeff.  I tried to watch it with him the day it came out, but we didn't, and that time is wasn't his fault.  So, I try to see it with him the following Monday because we had half day at school.  He said sure, unless he has more than Lynch for homework.  Jeff and I both have G2 (Gatfield for those of you who don't know), and so, when I saw the homework on the board, I knew he wasn't going to go.  Sure enough, he texts me saying that he can't.  Next, I set my hopes for the following Friday.  Jeff says maybe, and it isn't until the last possible day does he tell me that he can go.  Unfortunately, I couldn't, and I told him the day of because I had only found out I couldn't go the day before.  Jeff was obviously mad because he has his own way of being mad...and &lt;b&gt;God! How I hate the way he acts when he's mad&lt;/b&gt;...Jeff avoids the subject at all costs.  He never like to talk about what bugs him, so nothing ever gets resolved.  He's already probably ruined a friendship with someone else already, and I'm trying to stop that form hapenning between us.  I'm even trying to patch things up between him and the other friend, but Jeff's head is made of lead.  Besides, it's not like he's never flaked before.  There are many times when my plans for doing something were dashed because he couldn't go.  This is the first time I've ever flaked on him, and I don't consider it flaking because I wanted to go.  You've got issues Jeff, and you'll never get over them unless you open up and let people help you.  Of course, Jeff is probably thinking that I'm crazy because that's what he does.  He tries to lighten the situation to make himself feel better.  There's something you're afraid of Jeff, and whatever it is is isolating you from your friends.  I feel I've gone on long enough ont his subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sidenote:&lt;/b&gt; Notice how I didn't even mention what was said in the actual conversation.  I told you my mind wanders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...things are going on in my house while I'm bloggin, so I'm just going to end it now...while I still can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "We are beautiful &lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words won't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;We are beautiful no matter what they say&lt;br /&gt;Yes, words can't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;Don't you bring me down today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-94170026?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94170026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/94170026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94170026' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-4143997.post-93767514</id><published>2003-05-04T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T16:37:43.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what's up with my Blog site thing because I don't know why its has expanded like it has...Do you know what I mean?  Well, I'll try to fix this sooner or later.  Wow, fun things just keep happening at work.  I don't know what it was, maybe our air conditioning was broken or something, but it was freakin hot.  Other than that, work was work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on blogging about more stuff, but I really don't feel like it anymore.  You know what I do wonder?  Exactly how many people actually read this?  I know not a lot of people know about his, and I'm not sure the people who do know about this read it anymore.  I'm sure Pat reads this every once in awhile, but what about you Jeff?  Ah well, can't really force people to read this anyway.  Okay, I'm kind of bored right now, and blogging is as fun as I though it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Dayz &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143997-93767514?l=raistlinrr2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/93767514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4143997/posts/default/93767514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raistlinrr2.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93767514' title=''/><author><name>Ivan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09268815308593610654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
