<?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-10973793</id><updated>2012-02-07T02:50:04.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scribbler (The Mind Of)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115698971953334572</id><published>2006-08-30T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T19:01:59.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo</title><content type='html'>That's what cows say. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I kinda want to have a freaking xanga instead of this blogger thing. I did have one and I  admit to liking it alot more than this. It's more customizable ^-^&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo If anyone wants to pull the old switcheroo with me...feel free! Unluckily you won't be able to comment on my damn thing unless you have a xanga yourself. Aren't I nice? Just check it out for me, pretty please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not writing in THIS blog anymore. I'll update on what my xanga address is. Ok? Ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;So I have to write a 1000 word essay as my entrance to the Art Institute about why I would be a good fit and what my career goals are. I'm pre-registering, you see. Oh, and I don't know what I should do... Should I register in the July right after Grade 12? (Benefits include more resources, smaller classes) Or...should I register for October after summer? (Benefits are obvious. I get a summer, and can earn some extra stacks to pay for school fees.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So give me YOUR input and I'll make the decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115698971953334572?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115698971953334572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115698971953334572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115698971953334572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115698971953334572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/08/moo.html' title='Moo'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115656729288864091</id><published>2006-08-25T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:41:32.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, I'm Lazy</title><content type='html'>I should start writing here again. I think writing my thoughts down maintains my sanity. Annd I should also read your blogs too. I don't know when it stopped becoming a daily thing with me. Maybe when I started going out more or getting more computer games. I dont know. All I know is that I'm freaking writing now...and you're reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates Galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;West Coast Trail:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just do a quick summary of the events in point form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Finished in 6 days&lt;br /&gt;-The longest we went for one day was 17 km&lt;br /&gt;-The shortest was 6 km&lt;br /&gt;-Hiking crew consisted of me, Zach, Dad, Mom, Serge (A guy we met in Tae Kwon Do) and Jared&lt;br /&gt;-Serge picked up a Mexican chick (Suzanna) on the bus ride up to the trailhead. She joined our group and Serge and her slept in the same tent on the THIRD night.&lt;br /&gt;-Serge finished the trail an hour before us&lt;br /&gt;-Zach, Jared and I finished second&lt;br /&gt;-Suzanna split off from the group before the last 5 km to stay in Thrasher Cove. Sound dangerous? It takes an extra 1 km of ladders to get to the damn campsite. Like going down a 50 story building.&lt;br /&gt;-Beach walking blows chunks&lt;br /&gt;-We just barely had enough food to last the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more I'll tell you in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially quite content, now that I have enough books to read. Right now I am juggling between The Eye of the World (First book in the Wheel of Time series), The Devil Wears Prada, Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code and two new issues of Rolling Stone. Jackpot. Bonus marks for one of the RS mags to have a feature on Led Zeppelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to read your blogs on a daily basis. TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG: Beverly Hills-Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bloated. I just had a massive birthday dinner for my gramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115656729288864091?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115656729288864091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115656729288864091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115656729288864091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115656729288864091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/08/damn-im-lazy.html' title='Damn, I&apos;m Lazy'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115524254789094662</id><published>2006-08-10T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T13:42:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI Spoof</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0iK7WFqGWk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0iK7WFqGWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115524254789094662?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115524254789094662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115524254789094662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115524254789094662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115524254789094662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/08/csi-spoof.html' title='CSI Spoof'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115518731326448573</id><published>2006-08-09T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T21:22:24.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back with a BANG!</title><content type='html'>My bad. Not only have I not posted in a decade but I have neglected to read your blogs as well. In fact...I have Mozilla now, so whoever I know, that is reading, this needs to give me their blogspot URL. Except Cassie and Terra. Because they secretly eat pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this survey was spiffy so have fun learning some new interesting facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:hotpink;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I am shorter than 5'3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I tan easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have a tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance. (Isn't everybody at some point of time or another?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I have/I've had braces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I wear glasses/contacts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. (my looks have grown on me. I'm used to them now. And I love how I can keep a spoon on my nose for a very long time. YAY AZN NOSES!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger. (Does it count if you were 5 and a random lady told your mom that she had a cute kid?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have freckles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Family/Home Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've sworn at my parents. (Mostly my dad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've run away from home. (Many times. One time I was kinda unstable and stormed off but the cops found me making my way down to the quay. That was messy. First time I've ever seen my dad cry. Another time, my dad told me to leave and never come back but zach found me.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been kicked out of the house.(Twice. The one I already said. The other time my dad kicked me out and I had to stay at Jenna's for the night. Freaking school night too.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] My biological parents are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I want to have kids someday. (NO FREAKING WAY. I love kids but I have a feeling I'd have a devil child, seeing as how I turned out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've had children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've lost a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Embarrassment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation. (All matt's fault)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've peed from laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've snorted while laughing. (Just a few times)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've laughed so hard I've cried. (Isla and Steph are a riot. And Zach makes me cry from laughing all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've glued my hand to something  (I glued my fingers together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose. (milk and coke. Coke is very painful coming out of your nose)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've had my pants rip/drop/pulled down in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Health&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I was born with a disease/impairment/whatever else. (Hole in my heart. I had a Ventricular Septum Defect. Luckily it healed up by itself but my heart pumps faster than normal and I'm warm all the time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've gotten stitches. (My left eyebrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've sat in a doctors office with a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've had my wisdom teeth removed. (I don't have wisdom teeth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've had a serious surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've had chicken pox. (My eyes were swolled shut too. I was 4 and when I looked in the mirror, I freaked out and said I was scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Travelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been on a plane. (I love planes. It's so lazy. People bring stuff to you. It's great.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been to Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been to Mexico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been to China (Hong Kong. Before it was part of China)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been to Europe. (Paris, London, Rome, Venice, Frankfurt..theres more. I passed alot of places. We were on a tour bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been to Africa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've gotten lost in my city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've seen a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator (Zach and I loved doing that. We still do.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've kicked a guy where it hurts. (Well I've kicked a soccer ball at a guys crotch but that doesnt count. What counts is the time I missed the ball and kicked the guy in the crotch.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been to a casino. (Cruise ship.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been skydiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've played spin the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've crashed a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been Skiing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been in a play. (A Peanuts Christmas. I was Violet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've met someone in person from the internet. (It was a friend of a friend. Completely safe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've played chicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've played a prank on someone. (Mostly prank calls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've eaten Sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been snowboarding. (I love snowboarding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I'm single&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I'm in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I'm engaged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I'm married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've gone on a blind date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I miss someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've cheated in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've gotten divorced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've had a crush on a teacher. (Eeeewww)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I am a cuddler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have lost my virginity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've hugged a stranger. (All those disney characters in disneyland.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have kissed a stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Honesty/Crime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've snuck out of my house. (When I ran out of the house without my parents knowing...Then they found out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've cheated while playing a game. (When I play cheat with cards!!! Oh and I only cheat on two series of videogames. The Sims and Grand theft Auto.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've cheated on a test. (French test.That's all )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've run a red light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been suspended from school. (Kinda..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've witnessed a crime. (A really funny robbery in hong kong. The victim ended up beating the shit out of the thief with her purse.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've been in a fist fight. (Zach and I rarely fight. And when we do...boy are those fists flying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've been arrested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've shoplifted. (I was six)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Drugs/Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've consumed alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I regularly drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've passed out from drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've smoked weed (I won't again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've eaten shrooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've popped E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've inhaled Nitrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've done hard drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I have cough drops when I'm not sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Halls is a good breath freshener. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;---Ditto)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have been diagnosed with depression.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I shut others out when I'm depressed. (Sometimes. Or I just become a huge attention whore)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm anorexic or bulimic.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'm addicted to self harm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I've woken up crying. (When I was little. Monsters are scary)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materialism&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own an iPod or MP3 player.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have an unhealthy obsession with anime/manga.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own multiple designer purses, costing over $100 a piece.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Hot Topic. (There are so many things I want from there!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Pac Sun. (What the hell is that?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I collect comic books.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from The Gap.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something I got on e-bay.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I own something from Abercrombie.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I can sing well.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant. (Haha! I should do that some time)&lt;br /&gt;[x] I open up to others easily.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I watch the news.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I hate hearing songs that sacrifice meaning for the sake of being able to rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I curse regularly.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I sing in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a snob about grammar!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I twirl my hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I have "x"s in my screen name&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love being neat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love Spam&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've copied more than 30 CD's in a day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;[x] My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue. (Red)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I would wear pajamas to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I like Martha Stewart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I know how to shoot a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I am in love with love. (I fucking hate it. It's inevitable and uncontrollable.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS. (That's really uncomfortable on the fingers. I dont know how some people can do that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I laugh at my own jokes. (All the time. Then i'm embarassed later because I sounded like a complete idiot. Especially if no one else laughed.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I eat fast food weekly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I believe in ghosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I've not turned anything in and still got an A in a certain class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room. (or any other kind of crawly bug)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I am really ticklish. (My forehead and hand is ticklish. How stupid is that?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I love white chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I bite my nails. (It's an odd habit but I've never done it. I'm a fist puncher, knuckle cracker and shirt tugger when I'm nervous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I play video games. (YEAAAA!!! But my ps2 got knocked over by a bernese mountain dog. But I can't be mad because it's a bernese mountain dog. And the ps3 will be out some time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I'm good at remembering names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ ] I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[x] I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life (Well I do. But it's so damn unbelievable and far out.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115518731326448573?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115518731326448573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115518731326448573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115518731326448573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115518731326448573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-with-bang.html' title='Back with a BANG!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115399517137113931</id><published>2006-07-27T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T03:13:15.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look Like a Lobster</title><content type='html'>Because I'm sunburnt. Really bad. You see, I don't really listen to people when they tell me to put on sunscreen. SO! Here's the price I have to pay. Beach was fun. Fireworks: Awesome! I don't know how people could stand me because I was such a fucking goddamn drag. I just sat there and took up towel space, wasted oxygen and did nothing. What a goddamn shitting loser I am. Seriously. I can't think up of conversation in the the most awkward of times. After le beach, we walked all the way from Englishy Bay to Waterfront, Seabus, then my Mom was nice enough to drive us all home. I thought I would be tired after all that. But noooo. Hayley has to stay awake!! WHY!?!? Why can't I just go to bed!? It's so damn confusing! I can't do anything! I can't even get a GODDAMN FUCKING JOB@!!! I mean SHIT! Its not that hard! And, heck, don't get me started about school! What the HOLY FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH ME!?~? Honest to god! But I WILL get a job. You know, once I die. And once I disintegrate from the afterlife. And after that. But, yea,I'll get a job. Some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to include this because it's funny and actually put me in a better mood. Ever so slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; terra wants a microwave...A MICROWAVE...With micros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;±dapple± »&lt;/strong&gt; not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt;HAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt;Yes you do...don't you want easy mac?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;±dapple±&lt;/strong&gt; » eww no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; so much easier to make....according to the laws of oreos and cookie filters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;±dapple± »&lt;/strong&gt; cookie filters ruin the cream...in cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; really? SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cookies don't make cream, you noob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; That explains the mess in my cubicle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oooh, that mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:. &lt;/strong&gt;yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I thought it was from the ginormous catle herd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; cattle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; the cattle live in plantuckit...they eat noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No, Catle. Its short cows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:&lt;/strong&gt;. oh ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; Those..I dont have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Really? I thought you diod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;±dapple± »&lt;/strong&gt; they make strawberry milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:. &lt;/strong&gt;It's irrational...no...sometimes...but yesterday they didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hmmm, good point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; I went there and I got mad at a cow and laughed at it's tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Cows have very amusing tummys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; quite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; come to think of it..alot happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; remember the mufflingle stampede?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; those were harsh times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; I had to settle down with some pease pudding and a forkful of mashed onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And the Tsunami in the center of the Climantian desert?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; that was disastrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;&gt; I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sooo many muffle-chumps were slaughtered by the water ninjas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; tsk tsk...God should come back from china soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;&gt; I'm here though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; no.shut up.you are merely the feces of god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler:.&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Duke of Shuggles &gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115399517137113931?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115399517137113931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115399517137113931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115399517137113931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115399517137113931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-look-like-lobster.html' title='I Look Like a Lobster'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115373693061306059</id><published>2006-07-24T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T03:30:52.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ello!</title><content type='html'>So...I see I havn't posted in awhile. Ah wells. So I was piled with a bunch of photoshop work from my mom. That's the reason why I havn't really been calling anybody and doing much for the past...week. WOW WHAT A LONG TIME! Anyways, me mam's company site has been up for a while and you can &lt;a href="http://www.connectsus.com/ConnectsUs-Products-Clearsite-Home.cfm?country=ca"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt; if you want...even if it's boring. Most of the work was just touch ups with colours and stuff on the product things. Annnnd &lt;a href="http://www.connectsus.com/WebpageCorporate.cfm?SID=1&amp;Webpage_ID=13&amp;amp;Category_ID=0"&gt;I removed the watermark in my mom's picture here and decreased the creepiness in the CEO's eyes.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my blabbing and boasting. BIG effing deal. I would like to note that it has been a FREAKING HOT weekend and I've been sitting here in front of the warm glow of the computer, frying to skin-peeling pieces. You can seriously just sit outside at noon and roast a turkey on the sidewalk in time for dinner. It's THAT hot. My dog's nose is sunburnt. It's peeling and stuff, but she probably thinks it's funny, due to her insanely happy mood. The fans in the house are weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyyyywayyysss, I wanna go swimming in lynn canyon or headwaters..or whatever. Who's with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Seize the Day-Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;Random Fact of the Week: My mom is friends with Kristen Kreuk's father&lt;br /&gt;Other random fact of the week: A movie with Jessica Alba was filmed in my Aunt and Uncle's house.&lt;br /&gt;More Randomn facts: I am attempting to read a particular book for the fourth time. It's just so good...but I always get stuck in one part and I don't get half of it.&lt;br /&gt;Amusing picture:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Jared.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Jared.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115373693061306059?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115373693061306059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115373693061306059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115373693061306059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115373693061306059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/07/ello.html' title='&apos;Ello!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115128062685487490</id><published>2006-06-25T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:10:26.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeeay</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. So I will bore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a banner I created for a band...Although I'm not into their music, here is their site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com/theminutiaconspiracy"&gt;http://www.purevolume.com/theminutiaconspiracy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a bunch of them until they were satisfied and they ended up using the last one. I didn't like it but, hey, it isn't my band...I deleted the last one but you can see it on their site. Here are the rest of them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/The%20Minutia%20Conspiracy%20Draft%201%20Concept%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/The%20Minutia%20Conspiracy%20Draft%201%20Concept%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/The%20Minutia%20Conspiracy%20Draft%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115128062685487490?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115128062685487490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115128062685487490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115128062685487490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115128062685487490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/yeeay.html' title='Yeeay'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115103618257016571</id><published>2006-06-22T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T21:16:22.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick Question</title><content type='html'>Zach: Hayley! Do you want to hear a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Was that it?&lt;br /&gt;Zach: Was what it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Was that the trick question?&lt;br /&gt;Zach: I havn't even said it!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh. Shoot, then.&lt;br /&gt;Zach: Ok...so you have bread..and it has cheese on it. Now, you want to melt the cheese, on the bread, without toasting it or making the bread too hot. You cannot seperate the cheese and the bread. How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ...You get an insanely hot piece of meat and you put it on the cheesey bread. It will melt the cheese and keep the break untoasted.&lt;br /&gt;Zach: That's not the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: It would still work.&lt;br /&gt;Zach: But it's not the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jeez fine. Bread is frozen, cheese isnt. Put in microwave for 20 seconds. Viola.&lt;br /&gt;Zach: WOW! You got it right! GOOD JOB!&lt;br /&gt;Me: You're a tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115103618257016571?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115103618257016571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115103618257016571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115103618257016571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115103618257016571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/trick-question.html' title='Trick Question'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115085411776464955</id><published>2006-06-20T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T18:41:57.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yearbook.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am simply venting. And don't leave a comment along the lines of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're people too! They make mistakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say to those comments...Shut the hell up. These mistakes are extremely annoying. Not to mention that our senior editors took writing class, these mistakes are obviously no excuse at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the flaws and stupidity of the yearbook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Multiple spelling and grammar mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Misspelling of names. You think I would include this with #1, but misspelling a name is a whole new thing. Oh. Also abbreviating the last names of people. Why did they do that? I honestly don't understand that sacrifice. They should have at least just abbreviated the FIRST names if the names were too long. For some odd reason they abbreviated 90% of the students names, not including the grads. I can see why they would abbreviate Thushanthan's but everybody else? I mean, come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Crummy Graduation class picture. They should have kept the gym, and left out the marshmallow, dreamland theme. That can go to the kindergarteners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Weird photo effects on the poems and Dodgeball Challenge pages. They don't make the pics look artsy. They make them look like the subjects in the picture got roasted by a barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Crummy photoshop work on cutting out and extracting drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Vandalism page. The most pointless article and pictures EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Inclusion of an Editors note on one of the autograph pages. It makes it hard for me to read my comments and I honestly don't give a SHIt about the editors that majorly screwed our Yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The student life title page. It's just ugly and doesn't really match up or keep the yearbook consistent. Sutherland organizations title should have been a consistent style as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The uncoloured Art and tropical water colours page. What's the point of an art page if you don't have colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. In my opinion, the grad baby pics should have been directly paired up with the grad pictures. It worked in the other years..so why not this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that were done RIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Having a default picture for the grads that didnt go for their photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;2. Boris' picture. It was crappy but hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;3. The bulk of the pictures (except one or two of them) are all good quality.&lt;br /&gt;4. The title pages and overall style was consistent.&lt;br /&gt;5. The interesting facts and trivia on the grade sections.&lt;br /&gt;6. There were some random fillers, but they worked (with the exception of the stupid vandalism page)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115085411776464955?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115085411776464955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115085411776464955&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115085411776464955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115085411776464955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/yearbook.html' title='The Yearbook.'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115068152650180638</id><published>2006-06-18T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T18:45:26.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stupidity of Zach</title><content type='html'>Zach: Hayley! Want to hear a trick question?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Six?&lt;br /&gt;Zach: No. If a baby was born with no arms, how would you know if he was right-handed...or left-handed?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ....&lt;br /&gt;Zach: YOU WOULD'NT! AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115068152650180638?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115068152650180638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115068152650180638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115068152650180638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115068152650180638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/stupidity-of-zach.html' title='The stupidity of Zach'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115033881993577345</id><published>2006-06-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:33:39.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BB PENGUINS</title><content type='html'>So I decided to share my current obsession with baby penguins. It's because they are that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/54239_wallpaper280%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Cuddles!   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Awww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best buddies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Ass%20Rape.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This looks kind of nasty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Best%20Buds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Lookalykelol.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I couldnt NOT put this in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/ADD%20Penguins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Well%20hello%20there%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WELL HELLO THERE LITTLE BUDDY LOLOLOLOLOL &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/That%27s%20obviously%20me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Chubby%20Wubby.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Chubbsters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/marchofthepenguins%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115033881993577345?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115033881993577345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115033881993577345&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115033881993577345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115033881993577345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/bb-penguins.html' title='BB PENGUINS'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-115007002410600086</id><published>2006-06-11T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:58:12.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loch Ness Sighting!</title><content type='html'>Holy CRAP. I knew the loch ness monster was real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, apparently this was sighted in..Scotland of course...Am I right? I always get my S countries mixed up. Anyways, It was spotted in Scotland, on, Get his. LAND. Check out the picture when you scroll down. Its freaky Deaky I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Loch.Ness.Monster[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Loch.Ness.Monster%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-115007002410600086?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/115007002410600086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=115007002410600086&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115007002410600086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/115007002410600086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/loch-ness-sighting.html' title='Loch Ness Sighting!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114966287161954473</id><published>2006-06-06T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:47:51.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/6/06</title><content type='html'>"6!6!6! The number of the beast!"&lt;br /&gt;In the wise words of Iron Maiden! Kings of Metal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that it was my responsibility to record any strange or unfortunate events of today. School wasn't all that strange. Maybe except for the fact that the lead in my mechanical pencil kept on snapping. Here is a list of strange/unfortunate things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Caddie did not come down to greet me when I came home like she usually does. Instead, I found her lying down in the kitchen, awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One of the songs that I downloaded for Jamie was actually something that I was able to enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the doctors appointment, I was told that I had to take my anti-depressents for the rest of my active life. If I took them, during a future pregnancy, there would be a much increased chance of having a deformed or mentally challenged kid. However, if I didn't take it, I would get a bad case of postpartum depression and (according to doctor) I could be a danger to the kid. Then to my great pleasure, he went on to describe many stories of mothers killing their children because of depression, whether it was negligence or insanity. Pretty fucking shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. All the People magazines in the doctors office had mysteriously disappeared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Omen is out in theatres today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The printer quit working and my dad flipped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was extremely paranoid for no particular reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My allergies seemed to magically disappear when I arrived to the doctors office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. There is a hand mirror in my room right now and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Zach took some time off Runescape to jump on the trampoline and to throw the ball around for Caddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that the tenth one was the weirdest. What possessed him to do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114966287161954473?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114966287161954473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114966287161954473&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114966287161954473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114966287161954473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/6606.html' title='6/6/06'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114945152278560787</id><published>2006-06-04T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T13:05:22.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids these days...</title><content type='html'>Remember that dastardly little bastard that was trying to throw pine cones at us? Yea, that one. With the big mouth. As you know, there are WORSE kids out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take, for an example, a little asian girl named Amanda. One of my mom's co-workers had these blocks..brick thingys that my mom wanted to put under our trampoline for a flat surface. So my mom, dad and Zach head down there to load the bricks into our car. It's a pretty long drive..like Richmond, I think. So apparently, this co-worker has..well..a six year old daughter: Amanda. My parents had brought Caddie as well because they figured she could just run around in the sun. Just like any other little kid, Amanda decided to throw the tennis ball for Caddie. After much running, fetching, jumping and catching of the ball, it's pretty obvious that Caddie would get tired. So, down she goes, resting in the sunlight as Amanda picks up the ball and hucks it as far as she could. Caddie must have been really tired because she had no energy to get up and fetch it. So you know what the little bastard does? She goes up to Caddie, kicks her and yells "GO GET IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment my mom's blood is boiling so she goes over and tells Amanda nicely enough that Caddie is tired, she's been running around in the sun fetching this ball and she has no more energy. Amanda gets right up to my mom's face and says, "I dont care." Then stomps off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....little bitch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114945152278560787?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114945152278560787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114945152278560787&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114945152278560787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114945152278560787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/06/kids-these-days.html' title='Kids these days...'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114731168672201059</id><published>2006-05-10T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T18:41:26.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official! I have ADD</title><content type='html'>Main symptoms are that its hard to stay organized, pay attention and do schoolwork and such.&lt;br /&gt;WOW I'm messed up. I bet you a hundred bucks my mom was smoking and fell down the stairs while she was pregnant with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114731168672201059?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114731168672201059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114731168672201059&amp;isPopup=true' title='65 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114731168672201059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114731168672201059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-official-i-have-add.html' title='It&apos;s official! I have ADD'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>65</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114704281628121967</id><published>2006-05-07T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:03:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante</title><content type='html'>Not the historical figure. But the videogame character off of Devil May Cry. I was bored and decided not to go to Parkgate. So I spent the day photoshopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the sketch off of deviant art: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Dante___Rough_Sketch%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credit to: &lt;a class="u" href="http://akutenshi-13.deviantart.com/"&gt;akutenshi-13&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I inked it and coloured it..The inking looks a little chunky. Thats cos I'm just learning to use the pen tool properly. I might remake this once I've improved:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Dante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm actually glad that I didnt go to parkgate...It didnt seem like my cup of tea. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114704281628121967?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114704281628121967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114704281628121967&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114704281628121967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114704281628121967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/05/dante.html' title='Dante'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114587355827325849</id><published>2006-04-24T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:44:03.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/sportsnews.html"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/sportsnews.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was that guy I would shoot myself in the head. Multiple times. With a double barreled shotgun. Spread shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114587355827325849?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114587355827325849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114587355827325849&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114587355827325849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114587355827325849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/pwnt.html' title='Pwnt'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114517329831905545</id><published>2006-04-16T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T00:41:38.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Clothes!</title><content type='html'>Actually..just new tops. Me and me mommy went to go shopping in metrotown and she bought me a hot dog! and i ate it! and i liked it! it was yummy! and then...and then...I had a root beer!!!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stuff from blue notes and a hoody from urban planet..and another t-shirt from urban behaviour..Then I got two belts. My mommy didnt want me to get a hat because she was being a big meaniehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck on finding any jeans that actually fit. The ones that do fit sag at the ass though...so that kinda sucked. I'm very particular on what style of jeans I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Terra's post, we officially made it halfway through the time those band nerds are in Japan! It wasn't so bad, except for the fact that me and Terra wander around in circles on morning breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random picture for your and my amusement. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Orange%20Story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114517329831905545?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114517329831905545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114517329831905545&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114517329831905545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114517329831905545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-clothes.html' title='New Clothes!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114503612703406383</id><published>2006-04-14T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:35:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End Women's Suffrage!!</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that I paid attention in social studies before I watched this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check that video out &lt;a href="http://my.break.com/Content/ViewContentPublic.aspx?ContentID=%2bzAPaCF%2bP%2fYCu4z7M7izaQ%3d%3d&amp;ContentTitle=End+Women" contenturl="'http%3a%2f%2fview.break.com%2f89143"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114503612703406383?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114503612703406383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114503612703406383&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114503612703406383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114503612703406383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/end-womens-suffrage.html' title='End Women&apos;s Suffrage!!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114499920813269295</id><published>2006-04-14T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T01:31:42.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the shit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 414px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 438px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="438" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Wtf%21%21.jpg" width="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114499920813269295?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114499920813269295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114499920813269295&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114499920813269295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114499920813269295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-shit.html' title='What the shit?'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114481800925540204</id><published>2006-04-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:04:02.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs you should consider downloading</title><content type='html'>Oh Sailor-Fiona Apple&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah-The Subways&lt;---Makes you want to jump around and dance&lt;br /&gt;Good Times-Tommy Lee&lt;----this song makes you smile&lt;br /&gt;The Puscifier-(You can find it under the artist Maynard James Keenan or A Perfect Circle[Featuring Danny Lohner])&lt;br /&gt;Jerk It Out- Caesars&lt;----The beginning sounds kinda irritating but its cool&lt;br /&gt;Falling Away with You-Muse &lt;----By contrast to Jerk It out..The beginning sounds really nice&lt;br /&gt;Stars and Boulevards-Augustana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for you Metalheads out there, If you love headbanging, you'll love this song&lt;br /&gt;Lets go to war-Murderdolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ones that are most catchy to me are Stars and Boulevards and Oh Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;But humour me and give it a shot. Feedback will be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114481800925540204?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114481800925540204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114481800925540204&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114481800925540204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114481800925540204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/songs-you-should-consider-downloading.html' title='Songs you should consider downloading'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114472758237036058</id><published>2006-04-10T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:53:02.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>Yes! Thats right! Your eyes are not deceiving you. Since most of you slimy chicken wings are shootin off to Japan I decide to amuse myself by writing a story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write one right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it will not be located in my blog. In fact, you shall go to my profile and click the link to the story....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114472758237036058?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114472758237036058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114472758237036058&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114472758237036058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114472758237036058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114435393489618552</id><published>2006-04-06T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T13:24:20.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning is Useless</title><content type='html'>I have come to the obvious conclusion that I really hate this class. Maybe it's the pointless assignments, or the ridiculously useless graduation plan. In fact, this class is so useless that my body refuses to co-operate when it comes to actually doing work. So far, I have forgotten to do any of the aspects that have been due and my "helpful" education plan has also been forgotten at home; sitting on the kitchen counter, collecting the smells of cooking food and developing coffee-stained rings where my father carelessly places his mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what I'm getting in this class, nor do I care. I openly call myself hypocritical to say that it is silly for someone to fail a course because they dont give a damn. Because I honestly don't anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114435393489618552?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114435393489618552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114435393489618552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114435393489618552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114435393489618552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/planning-is-useless.html' title='Planning is Useless'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114392980334631627</id><published>2006-04-01T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:16:43.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason's rampage</title><content type='html'>For the people who went to my 15th birthday party, you will remember watching Freddy vs. Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the hell of it, I have comprised a list of the series of Jason movies starting from 1980:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;2. Friday the 13th Part II&lt;br /&gt;3. Friday the 13th Part III&lt;br /&gt;4. Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (&lt;---Haha sure)&lt;br /&gt;5. Friday the 13th: A New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;6. Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (no shit)&lt;br /&gt;7. Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood&lt;br /&gt;8. Friday the 13th Part VIII: Jason Takes Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;9. Jason Goes to Hell: The Final Friday&lt;br /&gt;10. Jason X&lt;br /&gt;11. Freddy Vs. Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing. I think a new line of childrens books starring Jason Voorhees should be in the making now. In fact, they have already came up with titles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jason's First Day of School&lt;br /&gt;-Jason goes to the Dentist&lt;br /&gt;-Friday the 13th: Jason Gets a Boo Boo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114392980334631627?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114392980334631627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114392980334631627&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114392980334631627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114392980334631627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/jasons-rampage.html' title='Jason&apos;s rampage'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114391433131988993</id><published>2006-04-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:58:51.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek a Pooh</title><content type='html'>As all of you fellow bloggers may know...Peek a Pooh is the latest thing!!!&lt;br /&gt;I took the liberty of looking them up in the internet and here is what I came up with. Keep in mind that I could not copy the hamster set for some reason, but we saw it already anyways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/wtp_ocean7_large%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/peek_pooh_8_big%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/sdafsdafsda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/ndg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/defasdge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow. My current mission is to get the penguin, ladybug, giraffe, chicken, squid (the clear thingy), lion, cow, elephant, bumblebee, crab, turtle, dog and frog...And now that I look back on this I'm realizing that I'm missing a few sets. Oh well. Just go on google and look for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114391433131988993?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114391433131988993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114391433131988993&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114391433131988993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114391433131988993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/04/peek-pooh.html' title='Peek a Pooh'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114309902239051960</id><published>2006-03-22T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T23:30:22.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh no worries. I shall go to Plantuckit safely!</title><content type='html'>By: &lt;a class="header" href="http://www.nexopia.com/profile.php?uid=1294398"&gt;*-[E]miliaa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Mar 22, 2006 7:34:36 pm&lt;br /&gt;Oh deary me, welll okay we better leave soon to the hidden valley of Drakemora soon before Fregle season! The Fregles though, small and innocent looking creatures are very aggresive and attack any moving thing!!!! We have 17 days, so make sure you bring your extra rackaplingee for carrying our things.Oh dont you worry, the fugoloo are a very safe and gentle creatures... we just have to bring them extra cheesemuffles before our journey besides, plantuckit is not that far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave on March 30th at 9 am sharp, be there or be triangular&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114309902239051960?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114309902239051960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114309902239051960&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114309902239051960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114309902239051960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/03/ahh-no-worries-i-shall-go-to.html' title='Ahh no worries. I shall go to Plantuckit safely!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114300676547827632</id><published>2006-03-21T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:52:45.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think Emilia should take a Creative writing class?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="header" href="http://www.nexopia.com/profile.php?uid=1294398"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*-[E]miliaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Date: Mar 21, 2006 10:29:55 pm&lt;br /&gt;hay!!! could you... would you... go into the forest of plantuckit and find me a pepto bismol ladder?!?!!?!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="header" href="http://www.nexopia.com/profile.php?uid=593340"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Scribbler11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Date: Mar 21, 2006 10:36:58 pm&lt;br /&gt;It's very doubtful that this forest would have any. But according the analysis of Dr. P. Worthington, there should be plenty in the mountains of St.Gerannador. I leave tomorrow on a magical turkey. I hear the people in the villages of St.Gerannador are quite amiable and hospitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="header" href="http://www.nexopia.com/profile.php?uid=1294398"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*-[E]miliaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Date: Mar 21, 2006 10:41:12 pm&lt;br /&gt;NO dont leave on your journey YET!@! Dr.P Worthington is a lying and coniving SNAKE!!! he trapped all the kemlorps in the hidden valley of Drakemora where they are forever kept!!!Do not go there, wait a while and i'll get the fugooloo, and we will fly to plantuckit by fugooloos, reply this to me urgently!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="header" href="http://www.nexopia.com/profile.php?uid=593340"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Scribbler11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Date: Mar 21, 2006 10:47:54 pm&lt;br /&gt;Oh squiggle! I was just in the middle of packing my Lyre hunting kit!Thank you for this very pressing information! I think I will contact Dr. P. Worthington immediately! I shall file a class action law suit!I feel so very sorry for those poor kemlorps. I suggest that we shall go to the hidden valley of Drakemora and free them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PS. What of the pepto bismol ladders? They are rarely seen in plantuckit according to the "Massive Book of Mythical Geography." The book also states the fugoloos are an extremely dangerous race of Drankits. Shall our trip be safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall update on this very important matter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114300676547827632?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114300676547827632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114300676547827632&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114300676547827632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114300676547827632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/03/do-you-think-emilia-should-take.html' title='Do you think Emilia should take a Creative writing class?'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114268028298493254</id><published>2006-03-18T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T03:11:23.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love Nexopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Scribbler11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;jointroller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:59 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No Subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im just goining to be up front and ask if u are wiiling to give me ashow on the web cam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jointroller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat Mar 18, 2006 2:59 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Subject: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Subject&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Just going to be up front and ask if you are willing to let me cut off your penis and shove it up your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114268028298493254?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114268028298493254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114268028298493254&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114268028298493254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114268028298493254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/03/gotta-love-nexopia.html' title='Gotta Love Nexopia'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114161194218143987</id><published>2006-03-05T18:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:32:10.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 4 places to eat</title><content type='html'>In no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Fish House&lt;br /&gt;Where: Stanley Park&lt;br /&gt;Food: Seafood&lt;br /&gt;Costly?: I dont remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Zin&lt;br /&gt;Where: Robson, Pacific Palisades&lt;br /&gt;Food: International&lt;br /&gt;Costly?: Yea..kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mosaic Bar and Grill&lt;br /&gt;Where: Burrard&lt;br /&gt;Highlights: The water. You have to drink it to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Food: International&lt;br /&gt;Costly?: Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fiction Five&lt;br /&gt;Where: Lonsdale&lt;br /&gt;Food: Funky Fusion Tapas&lt;br /&gt;Try: Chicken Potstickers, Artichoke and Sundried Tomato Dip, Salmon and Risotto&lt;br /&gt;Costly?: Cheap for food this good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114161194218143987?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114161194218143987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114161194218143987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114161194218143987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114161194218143987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/03/top-4-places-to-eat.html' title='Top 4 places to eat'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114144790583285156</id><published>2006-03-03T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:51:45.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>Patrick Eliasch IV, adopted son of Patrick Eliasch III, died today at approximately 3:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Thats about it. He looked so peaceful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114144790583285156?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114144790583285156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114144790583285156&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114144790583285156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114144790583285156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/03/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114115487354652196</id><published>2006-02-28T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:27:53.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning Blows</title><content type='html'>Whoever invented this stupid course or came up with the mere idea of providing this "useful" resource for teenagers, needs to jump into a vat of pudding and go back to watching the TV. No wait..lets rephrase that. They need to jump into a vat of SCALDING pudding and go back to watching Seinfeld on the TV. If you do not wish to take the course, but you want to learn the stuff in it..heres a brief summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do Drugs&lt;br /&gt;Don't Smoke&lt;br /&gt;You can find almost ANYTHING on the internet&lt;br /&gt;Find out what experience you need before you make any plans&lt;br /&gt;Get a job, loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats basically the whole course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114115487354652196?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114115487354652196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114115487354652196&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114115487354652196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114115487354652196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/02/planning-blows.html' title='Planning Blows'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114111425153906913</id><published>2006-02-28T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:10:51.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12:00000000</title><content type='html'>Thats the time people! I should really be getting to bed right now, but I'm just not in the right mood. I feel like having a 2 MASSIVE glasses of milk but I don't have the required energy to get off my duff, go downstairs and lift a gigantic milk jug to pour milk. Then theres this whole thing about going back upstairs. Its a pretty shitty cycle, I tell you. When you go upstairs, you're bound to come back down, then after, you're just gonna have to go upstairs again. Its just the way houses work nowadays. Anyways...Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm worrying about that short story that I just completed. I'm freaked out that I'll get a horrible mark. I'm not very good at wording my thoughts, you see. I can sit down by myself and write my own damn story in my blog..But I can't write stories for homework. When your mark is affected by what you do, you tend to be more careful about punctuation and grammar. When I write a story on my blog..SCREW THAT SHIT MAN. I just write with the wind, and it turns out ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think grammar is actually kind of stupid. Theres really not that much point to it. The only punctuation that I truly think is important are question marks, periods, quotation marks and exclamation marks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114111425153906913?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114111425153906913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114111425153906913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114111425153906913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114111425153906913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/02/1200000000.html' title='12:00000000'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-114083987293394686</id><published>2006-02-24T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T19:57:52.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>...I need somebody. HELP! Not just anybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but you guys! I have to write a short story and it's due Monday for peer editing. It has to have all of the short story elements: Opening, Rising action, Climax, Falling Action, Conclusion. Also a twist would be nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, I can't think of anything!!! Does anybody have any ideas? A central theme? I'm SCREWED!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-114083987293394686?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/114083987293394686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=114083987293394686&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114083987293394686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/114083987293394686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/02/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113964706035533364</id><published>2006-02-11T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:37:40.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mushlin Redux</title><content type='html'>Apparently, the other mushlin looked too much like a devil and also looked like he had two bananas squashed on his head. Here is a much changed version:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Mushlin%20from%20Planet%20Friddle%20Puff%20GC.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for Emilia's belated birthday present, me and Zach are going to put it on a t-shirt!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SO MUFFLECAKE!! What size are you for ...uhh...baby tee's? Medium? Extra large? Custom fit?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113964706035533364?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113964706035533364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113964706035533364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113964706035533364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113964706035533364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/02/mushlin-redux.html' title='The Mushlin Redux'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113876904016724645</id><published>2006-01-31T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:44:00.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mushlin from Planet Friddle Puff (and other masterpieces)</title><content type='html'>Good Day everybody! I have decided to present you with my new piece of photoshop artwork. I introduce...The Mushlin from Planet Friddle-Puff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Mushlin%20from%20Planet%20Friddle%20Puff.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know..He looks like a devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Mushlin%20from%20Planet%20Friddle%20Puff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he doesnt have a tail and he's wearing diapers! To top it off, a Mushlin is an extremely friendly and wholesome creature. They are much like humans, except they are far more intelligent, 2 feet tall and they live on Planet Friddle Puff. This has been adapted by Emilia's original artwork of Planet Friddle Puff as seen below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Friddle%20Puff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Mushlin%20from%20Planet%20Friddle%20Puff.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see..my mushlin looks nothing like Emilia's but that is because we made an agreement to change it. Emilia is a regular Picasso. Check out her other masterpieces.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Zachary%20Poopoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Hopscotch%20Mushroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only are her pieces extremely imaginative, but they have messages behind it. The planet Friddle-Puff drawing explains to us how there really is life out there. The drawing of Zach is informing us that he is, in fact, a poo brain. The last one shows the tragedy of evil trees calling little helpless girls, mushrooms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thank you for taking your time. Our artwork is completely original, hand drawn and coloured on the computer using Adobe Photoshop and, in Emilia's case, Paint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113876904016724645?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113876904016724645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113876904016724645&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113876904016724645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113876904016724645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/01/mushlin-from-planet-friddle-puff-and.html' title='The Mushlin from Planet Friddle Puff (and other masterpieces)'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113856344228216508</id><published>2006-01-29T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T11:37:22.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time :D (again)</title><content type='html'>Today I bring you one of the most random collection of pictures in the universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Cyanide.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I'm the blue one. Terra is the green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/APC.jpg" border="0" /&gt; She has a slug on her head :D.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/WM2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wentworth Miller. Teehee. What a silly name :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Gold%20Bloom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You can learn to turn people into gold here: &lt;a href="http://www.stealthdesignz.com/index2.php?page=photoshop/goldrush"&gt;http://www.stealthdesignz.com/index2.php?page=photoshop/goldrush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/The%20Devil%20and%20The%20Corpse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Signature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My extremely emo signature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Personalized%20watch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Photoshopped from scratch. And I'm not even itchy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/041126f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Shithouse.Teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Flutterby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/sillwhoette.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/The%20Ladies%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Zachs a lady's man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Yuna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Vivi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My Favourite-ist Final Fantasy Character out of all the Final Fantasy's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113856344228216508?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113856344228216508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113856344228216508&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113856344228216508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113856344228216508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/01/picture-time-d-again.html' title='Picture Time :D (again)'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113651614870803703</id><published>2006-01-05T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T18:57:25.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nexopia Creep</title><content type='html'>Gross. I log on to Nexopia and I'm all excited to get a message. Turns out it's from some user named Rycon and I'm thinking..Shit its either an ad or a fucking booty call.&lt;br /&gt;So our messages are going back and forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rycon: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii how are youuuu ???you are very nýce body do you wanna chat meeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler11: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;body? I have no body pictures and your fucking 20 years old. Thats disgusting dont talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;At this point I'm looking at his profile and find out he's some Russian guy and he obviously can't speak english very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rycon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;send me you msn add&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler11: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;someone's desperate. ok. its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:milligan.brad@gmail"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;milligan.brad@gmail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rycon:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you msn offlýne now ? repaýt me baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler11:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thats not even my fucking email. I sent you a reject one. Now you know what? Go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rycon: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ok ý waýt you caw caww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scribbler11:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What the fuck are you trying to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I gave up the bloody game which was fun for a couple of minutes but then got boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113651614870803703?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113651614870803703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113651614870803703&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113651614870803703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113651614870803703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2006/01/nexopia-creep.html' title='Nexopia Creep'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113557488643095905</id><published>2005-12-25T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T21:28:06.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Ok, lets get to the point. Presents. Bear with me because the list is unbelievably long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 6 Pairs of Socks&lt;br /&gt;2. A Bar of Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;3. 50 bucks&lt;br /&gt;4. 2 Books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you guys are jealous!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha don't worry. I'm not grumpy. Afterall...I'm getting an electric tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's some very good advice before I leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Do NOT put "Merry Fucking Christmas" and "I'm a Lonely Jew on Christmas" on a CD that your Dad is taking to the family reunion. Your relatives may be shocked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113557488643095905?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113557488643095905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113557488643095905&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113557488643095905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113557488643095905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113547423687484466</id><published>2005-12-24T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T16:08:05.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Metro.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with my B-day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 20:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna invites me the day before to go down to metrotown. So I wake up at about 10:30, realizing that I have to be down there pronto. For some weird reason, my dad hasn't left for work yet so I ask for a ride, not very surprised that he didnt even wish me a happy birthday. If you know my dad...wishing people happy celebrations...or good mornings just doesnt happen with him.&lt;br /&gt;So I get a ride down there and I arrive at about 10:40 so I have 20 minutes to wander around until I meet the others. Once everybody arrives, we take the seabus down then the skytrain.&lt;br /&gt;First thing I want to do when I get down to metrotown is eat...Ok I forgot the order of things we did but the main things are as listed (I love lists! They're such great shortcuts!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anna, Colin, Matt and Jenna pitch in to buy me a chocolate butter cream cake. We walk for a little bit and find a great spot underneath the escalator. Anna and Jenna go to find some forks. They ended up getting 2 spoons and 3 forks. So they shafted me and Matt with spoons while they got to eat with forks. We gathered around the cake in a circle and Matt flicks on his lighter. After singing Happy Birthday, I make a quick wish, and blow out Matt's lighter. Cake eating starts....and we couldn't finish it. Amid protest from me and Jenna to give it to a bum, Anna throws the cake out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Matt suggests he pay for me to ride a mini car. I point out that he could pay but I wouldn't ride it. We decide to get some pictures from the photo booth instead. 5 teenagers being squished into a photo booth isnt exactly the most comfortable thing. Once we received the photo, we realized our mistake: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Metro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I still love the pics because it's sentimental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HMV! I'm looking through some posters as usual and find the two posters I want the most.&lt;br /&gt;The Trooper Poster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Trooper.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a Stairway to Heaven Poster: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Stairway.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to get it since I havn't even bought my parents or Zach a gift yet. Instead, Anna grabbed the posters and bought them, giving me the impression that, yes, it was my birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lastly, we went to Urban Behaviour after more shopping around. Jenna ran around a rack, piling jeans into my arms, saying I should try them on. The first batch of jeans didnt even fit, so we went for a bigger size. In conclusion, I found a great pair. Oh..And Colin got a jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner with my parents at my favourite Afgahni restaurant. While I was eating some shish kebab, Zach, who was sitting beside me, texted me on my cell, "Taliban Meatballs" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom gives me my presents which include, the Da vinci code (illustrated edition) and 5 shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 21:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I woke up late and missed going downtown with Cassie and other people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;December 22:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went downtown with Jamie, Terra, Matt, Colin and Mark. Just random shopping. Once I got to HMV, I bought myself two A Perfect Circle CD's with my birthday money, completely forgetting that I still havn't gotten my parents anything. Or my brother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After, we had din din back at Lonsdale Quay. I had a really odd meat pie and really good soup. We called up Cassie to see if she wanted to go see Narnia with us. Turns out she was already at a movie with Jenna, which was a double whammy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got bored, everyone split and went home, and I stayed up until 4 in the morning playing a computer game. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 23:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday. I woke up at 1:00 and called up Colin. He, Cassie, Matt and Anna were over at his mom's house. I caught a bus down to Phibbs then waited for more than half an hour for the Deep Cove Bus. Once I arrived at Colins, we played Clue, Risk and a short boring game of Twister. I want to quickly add that Cassie won two games of clue and Anna lost two games of clue. There was a failed attempt to check out the British Properties afterwards since we stopped off at Indigo and missed the bus. Indigo was quite eventful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first, Cassie urged me to buy something at the audio section so she could come up with me to the counter and have an excuse to talk to Spiderman. I found a CD for my Mom's present and took it up to the counter, being closely followed by Cassie. Spiderman told us that the till was closed, so to Cassie's disappointment, we headed downstairs for my purchase. Cassie was visibly upset so Anna, Colin and Matt were sent on a mission to confess Cassie's undying love for Spiderman. Results were neutral.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Computer, Wrapping gifts, helping my mom cook and bake cookies, playing computer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113547423687484466?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113547423687484466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113547423687484466&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113547423687484466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113547423687484466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/12/updates-galore.html' title='Updates Galore!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113445204568108966</id><published>2005-12-12T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:34:05.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After much thought I decided to....</title><content type='html'>Cheese&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113445204568108966?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113445204568108966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113445204568108966&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113445204568108966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113445204568108966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-much-thought-i-decided-to.html' title='After much thought I decided to....'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113340212675932940</id><published>2005-11-30T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:55:26.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Of Hayley's Amazing Song Records</title><content type='html'>I have absolutely nothing to write, so to fill space and satisfy your needs I have taken songs on my playlist and analyzed them to find out some amazing facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Longest Song Names Goes To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;The Only Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is Press Coverage &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Lying is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Panic! At the Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Shortest Song Name Goes To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;45&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Shinedown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Longest Song Goes To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Mushroom Jazz&lt;/em&gt; (70:28)&lt;br /&gt;By Blue Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Rime of the Ancient Mariner&lt;/em&gt; (13:39)&lt;br /&gt;By Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Most Annoying Songs Ever Goes To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Hot Buttered Popcorn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Aphex Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Donkey Rhubarb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Aphex Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Blood Rave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By DJ Venom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Flower&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Moby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Skeeter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The Melvins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Angriest Songs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Fucking Determined&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Mudvayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Die Mother Fucker Die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Eyeless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Eeyore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Surfacing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extremely Emo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;With This Knife&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Smile Empty Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;I'm a Fake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;Circle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Let It Bleed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The Used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Only Song That I Know That Has The Work "Unrequited":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Vermilion Pt.2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rap!!??! Hayley Listens to Rap!?!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Anxiety&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Where Is The Love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Black Eyed Peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;em&gt; Get Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;Express Yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By NWA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;em&gt;Running In a Cyclone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wierdest Songs Goes To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;Bohemien Rhapsody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Do Nothing, Bitchslap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm Done Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And The One I'm Currently Listening To Award Goes To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By The Dandy Warhols&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113340212675932940?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113340212675932940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113340212675932940&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113340212675932940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113340212675932940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-of-hayleys-amazing-song-records.html' title='Some Of Hayley&apos;s Amazing Song Records'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113280444379843667</id><published>2005-11-23T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T19:54:03.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the Night Feels My Song</title><content type='html'>I've decided to take after Georgia to name my posts after songs since I'm running out of interesting names. I might even throw in album names and book names as well.&lt;br /&gt;But I highly suggest that you download When the Nigh Feels My Song- Bedouin SoundClash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the actual post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I like lists, I'll start some new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artists/bands that appear most frequently on my playlist:&lt;br /&gt;1. Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;2. Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;3. Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;4. The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;5. The Used&lt;---EMO MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;6. Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;7. Sex Pistols&lt;br /&gt;8. My Chemical Romance&lt;---MORE EMO MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;9. Fu Manchu&lt;br /&gt;10. Jimi Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;11. John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;12. Judas Priest&lt;br /&gt;13. Norah Jones &lt;---believe it or not&lt;br /&gt;14. The Strokes&lt;br /&gt;15. Supagroup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My all time favourite animals in order. (With pictures and reason!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dogs because they are cool cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/golden_pup%5B1%5D.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Penguins: they can't fly and they slide on their tummys &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/penguin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Brown Bears: they are cuddly wuddly and keep me safe at night &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/brown-bear-cub-on-the-tree%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Raccoons: they are crafty little assholes and they make my dad angry XD&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Raccoon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ducks because they have funny feet and they go quack. Oh, and their tasty. (Note: The duckling in the pic isn't dead, it just fell because it couldn't make it up the curb...loser) &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Duck.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Otters because they're fuzzy and float in the water. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Otter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Platypus' because they are so darn odd. They're bird things that have fur and swim in the water...and they lay eggs...yet they breast feed...what the hell are these things?&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/platypus%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Dwarf Hamster..Not only do I have one, but he bit my dad XD They are also suicidal. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/hammy.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dolphins: They're so happy! Look! He's smiling!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/tr_dolphin-baby_ho%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Humans: These ones are odd. They are almost completely hairless, they walk on two legs, they make weird noises and ...they share a spot to go to the bathroom! Gross!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/baby%20dog%5B1%5D.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank you for watching&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113280444379843667?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113280444379843667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113280444379843667&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113280444379843667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113280444379843667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-night-feels-my-song.html' title='When the Night Feels My Song'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113217931744594099</id><published>2005-11-16T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:15:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology Class</title><content type='html'>I'm in it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna go to the white out dance but...I can't. Why? Because I forgot my goddamn money! Instead, I'm gonna go chillaxing with my homeslice Terra. And maybe Matt. But I dunno what the plans are. Anyways, right now, I'm supposed to research information on depression. Muahahahhahahahahaa. I'm a rebel. I'm bad to the bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Dont Look Back In Anger- Oasis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113217931744594099?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113217931744594099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113217931744594099&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113217931744594099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113217931744594099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/biology-class.html' title='Biology Class'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113210325783227475</id><published>2005-11-15T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:07:37.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I couldn't think of a better title. But suck it up sister/brother/monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been slogging away, trying to figure out html so I could put in my pretty new layout. I failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt really positive. I had no idea why. I guess it was because I was really tired and hyper which really doesn't make any sense. Maybe I just decided to think positive. That did have a good effect on me. It was easier to pay attention in class and cheese, pancake stars and donut cakes were alot more amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some MORE updates.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I lost my debit card? Well...my dad and I went to the bank to cancel it, get a new debit card and transfer the money over. But Canada Trust just suddenly decided that their computers weren't gonna start working that day. So I still havn't canceled the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehhee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Bom Bom Bom by Living Things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113210325783227475?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113210325783227475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113210325783227475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113210325783227475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113210325783227475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113210168051544601</id><published>2005-11-15T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:41:20.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Week Day 3: Best Animated Characters</title><content type='html'>Weee! Hayley is hyper and happy!&lt;br /&gt;I'll just list what I think are the best 3D animated characters in movies....Have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/shrek2_5%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Corpse%20Bride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Wheezy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Old%20man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Squirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Boo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/incredibles_EdnaEmode%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/jack_200%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/JJ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113210168051544601?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113210168051544601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113210168051544601&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113210168051544601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113210168051544601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-week-day-3-best-animated.html' title='Picture Week Day 3: Best Animated Characters'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113191939699989992</id><published>2005-11-13T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:03:17.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Week: Shmexy People</title><content type='html'>I was looking at Terra's blog...then Cassie's blog and realized that I havn't written in my story at all. So I decided that...I'm not going to continue it! You know why? Remember when I put up a post of how I hate chain mails and if you send me one, I will discontinue my story? Well Angelee sent me, like, two, then more people sent me chain mails.... And I hit the wall and I stopped. But thats not the only reason. It's because I'm getting bored. I'm also not having fun writing the story. If I'm not having fun writing or playing a song, or writing a story or completing a masterpiece artwork...then whats the point? It will have no feeling. It will be nothing! It's kinda like my band. I'm not having fun, I hate it and I want to quit. Anyways, here's some shmexy men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/WM4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/welling%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Jake.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/WM3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/OB2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/OB3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/OB.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/d2_jpg%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Heath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of them weren't my idea. I had to get people's suggestions because my mind is blank, even though I don't think some of them are hot. Don't complain if you dont have any of your picks on here. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a new cellphone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113191939699989992?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113191939699989992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113191939699989992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113191939699989992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113191939699989992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-week-shmexy-people.html' title='Picture Week: Shmexy People'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113169204382019651</id><published>2005-11-10T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:54:03.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Stars</title><content type='html'>Terra and I have officially declared that we will attempt to make pancake stars. Easy peasy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the simplified version of my Pancake Star recipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancake stuff&lt;br /&gt;Star Cookie Cutters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, you get the pancake batter all ready then you put the cookie cutters in the pan and pour the batter in the cookie cutters....then we flip it somehow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. But we'll figure it out. We should totally try that sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pancake stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113169204382019651?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113169204382019651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113169204382019651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113169204382019651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113169204382019651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/pancake-stars.html' title='Pancake Stars'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113167612889788891</id><published>2005-11-10T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T18:28:48.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Week. Day 1: Awwww</title><content type='html'>I've decided to start this off as a picture week. Everyday for a week, my posts will have pictures of a ...general subject.&lt;br /&gt;This one will make you want to cuddle something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Piglets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Puppy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Penguin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Duckling.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Deer%20Mouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Raccoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113167612889788891?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113167612889788891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113167612889788891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113167612889788891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113167612889788891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-week-day-1-awwww.html' title='Picture Week. Day 1: Awwww'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113121793056939421</id><published>2005-11-05T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T11:12:10.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ebay!</title><content type='html'>Ebay. If you were able to travel through the internet on foot, Ebay would be a huge 55 level mecca of a mall. In my imagination, each floor would be dedicated to a general subject. Anything to do with music? Sure, thats floor 10. Food? Floor 43 is the place for you. Each floor would be the size of Madagascar, crammed with neatly stacked shelves of merchandise, used or new. Of course there would be assistants in each shop thats designated for specific objects. These assistants would have their heads full of information on these objects. The price, the details, pictures...you name it. Of course each shop would have an auctioning room. With and auctioneer. Amazingly, these people would work at this great ebay shopping center 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..enough of that! Did I actually write that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things that I have so desperately wanted on ebay. I obviously won't be able to get some of them of course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/JOEY-JORDISON-SUBLIMINAL-VERSES-SLIPKNOT-MASK_W0QQitemZ7560375982QQcategoryZ86000QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;Joey Jordison Replica Mask &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/Legolas-Fighting-Knives-Real-Lord-Of-The-Rings-Swords_W0QQitemZ6574721937QQcategoryZ43337QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;Legolas' sexy swords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/Lord-of-the-Rings-HADHAFANG-SWORD-OF-ARWEN_W0QQitemZ6575985482QQcategoryZ43337QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;Arwen's sexy sword&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/Fender-Stevie-Ray-Vaughn-Signature-Strat-w-Extras_W0QQitemZ7557519098QQcategoryZ53279QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;Stevie Ray Vaughn signature guitar with extras&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/Johnny-Depp-Orlando-Bloom-hand-signed-PHOTO_W0QQitemZ7558945636QQcategoryZ59QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;Signed Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom poster! :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.ca/Bob-Marley-The-Wailers-Signed-Catch-A-Fire-Album-LP_W0QQitemZ7558008103QQcategoryZ104411QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem"&gt;Signed Bob Marley CD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113121793056939421?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113121793056939421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113121793056939421&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113121793056939421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113121793056939421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/ebay.html' title='Ebay!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113117890277749829</id><published>2005-11-05T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:53:18.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey look! I found more celebrity gossip!</title><content type='html'>Tyra Banks in a fat suit? You better believe it. Click &lt;a href="http://tv.yahoo.com/news/ap/20051102/113097492000.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Too lazy to read it? Well Tyra decides to disguise herself as an obese person to *see what it was like*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she concluded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I started walking down the street and within 10 seconds, a trio of people looked at me, snickered, looked me right in my eye and started pointing and laughing in my face." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat people made fun of? Really? You really had to be a rocket scientist for that one. *claps* Next thing you know she'll be discovering that rapists and child molestors don't get hired as elementary school teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never really known that Mischa Barton ditched that fat, ugly, lump of a boy&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Mischa%20and%20other%20ugly%20bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friend Brandon Davis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Mischa%20and%20other%20ugly%20bf.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yes..that picture was neccessary. Mischa did need some rebound action, like when so and so broke up with Bret Bretterson, so she decided this guy would do the trick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Mischa%20and%20ugly%20bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm really sorry that Mischa looks like a man in this picture but it wasn't my fault that she decided not to wear make-up when this picture was taken. Anyways..back to the boyfriend. His name is Cisco Adler. Not only is he also ugly, but most of his body weight is coming from his huge amount of hair. I don't know how rich this guy is, but judging from the fact that he can't afford a pair of scissors, he can't be as filthy rich as Brandon Davis. If she stayed with Brandon she could continue using rolled up 50 dollar bills as tampons! Maybe she thought Cisco's tattoos looked cool? Basically she traded a rich fat lump for a hairy fat lump. That's like trading a jar of caviar for a jar of barf. Given to you by a homeless man. Who lives in a garbage truck. And rides a rusty wagon. Naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113117890277749829?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113117890277749829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113117890277749829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113117890277749829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113117890277749829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-look-i-found-more-celebrity-gossip.html' title='Hey look! I found more celebrity gossip!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113080866495761528</id><published>2005-10-31T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T17:33:34.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insightful Post</title><content type='html'>.....&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;...................................&lt;br /&gt;............................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;donuts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113080866495761528?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113080866495761528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113080866495761528&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113080866495761528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113080866495761528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/10/insightful-post.html' title='Insightful Post'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-113001882198174009</id><published>2005-10-22T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:07:02.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jazz Cellar</title><content type='html'>If you've never been to the Jazz Cellar...well...I think you should go. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday (Friday) I went to watch my drum teacher, Jesse Cahill, play with a Jazz quintet. My parents and Zach tagged along for the show. We're walking down the street and&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking my mom "Where the hell is the place?"&lt;br /&gt;(This is in Kitsilano)&lt;br /&gt;Moms says "Just on the corner."&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking its one of those huge theater like places with a stage and dining tables spread out on the floor with lavish decorations on the ceiling. Don't ask me why I had such high expectations for a place called the Jazz &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cellar &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I just had no idea. The Cellar ended up being in the basement of a small building. It was a smoky atmosphere with a bar close to the entrance and small tables and chairs squeezed into the small restaurant. At the front was a stage about the 3/4 the size of my room. There was a small drumset with a snare, tom, floor tom and a small bass drum. A bass lay on the floor nearby and a shiny black grand piano managed to fit into the corner of the stage. The waitress checked our reservation and smiled.&lt;br /&gt; "Oh! Your Jesse's student! Would you like to be seated at the front?"&lt;br /&gt;Hell yea! The waitress gave us a seat closest to the drums and we were given water and4 slips of paper. The waitress explained to us that there was a shortened menu because some meals took too long to make and they wanted to make sure people would enjoy the music. I was a little disappointed when I looked down at the slip of paper. Sure, there were plenty of appetizers but the small menu consisted of only 2 salads, 3 main courses and 3 desserts. The main courses were pasta primevera, salmon, and peppercorn chicken. I ended up ordering a caeser salad and the chicken then my mom ordered spinach and artichoke dip as an appetizer. Lets just say ddaaaaammmn. The spinach and artichoke dip was flippin amazing! The caeser salad was actually the best caeser salad I've EVER had. By this time I was thorougly enjoying my time. The chicken came with mashed potatoes and veggies. The problem with the mashed potatoes were the bits of potato skin that was scattered into it. Potato skin just doesnt do it for me. The chicken alone was amazingly juicy for white meat. If you dont like jazz, I recommend you come here anyways for the food.&lt;br /&gt;After our meal Jesse came out with his band members to get set up. I noticed that his ride and crash cymbals had rivets in it. When Jesse hit the cymbals the rivets gave them this satisfying sizzle quality to it. The band had a saxophone player, trumpet, drums, bass and piano. The trumpet, saxophone and piano player came from New York. Jesse and the bass player were subs for the other two New Yorkers that couldnt make it. Lets just say that even though I don't really like Jazz, that music kept my foot tapping. After the first set there was a break in the middle and people were ordering their desserts. I had a caramel fudge pecan cake. It was creamy and crunchy at the same time and not too rich. The second set was pretty much the same stuff, with more drum solos which kept me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love Jazz or if you love food, the Jazz Cellar is the place for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-113001882198174009?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/113001882198174009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=113001882198174009&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113001882198174009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/113001882198174009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/10/jazz-cellar.html' title='The Jazz Cellar'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112945315362965827</id><published>2005-10-16T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T02:00:04.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Surprise Party!</title><content type='html'>Hello peoples!&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Jenna and Georgia (And all the rest of the people who provided) for throwing a super cool awesome party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprise &lt;/em&gt;Yes I was dancing... And yes, I admit that it was fun. More fun than the last school dance I went to. It was probably because vertical sex wasn't expected and because we had the dance off at the end. But, I'm a horrible dancer and you probably won't see me dancing again anytime soon. Anyways..I still need to have some of the surprise party pics sent to me, including a video of the look on Cassie's face when she arrived. If you have them SEND THEM TO ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was just reading Georgia's blog and I figured that, yea, I need a job and, yea, I need money. 2 years ago from now before I discovered the joys of shopping, I had an unbelievable amount of money in my bank account. Now I have almost nothing. Thanks to you guys who made me go shopping! DAMN YOU! Oh, and thanks to the Tom Lee who sold me my drums. DAMN YOU! Last Summer I tried to sign up for, get this, Mickey D's. They never called me back. But thats ok because by that time, I had changed my mind. So I decided to sign up for London Drugs. Turns out they got this stupid thing that they need workers who are available 5 days a week during the day. Now I realize that I can barely keep up with homework because of my four academic courses being in this semester. So, I decided to take a job next semester. I'm still wondering what I should do...suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates? Today I sat around and finished some of my Socials homework. I skipped alot of questions because I couldnt find them. The only reason I could find the answers to the other questions was because the previous owner of my textbook liked to write and mark answers in my textbook. Good stuff, Good stuff. I still need to finish my English project which I'll probably do tomorrow. Oh and I gotta do some Biology and review some of my Math. That is a whole load of bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, it is possible that we are getting next week off. Those teachers just won't back down. And neither would the government. To tell you the truth, I dont understand and I dont give a crap. All I'm worried about is my goddamn math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It's getting late....2:00 a.m. and I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112945315362965827?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112945315362965827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112945315362965827&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112945315362965827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112945315362965827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/10/awesome-surprise-party.html' title='Awesome Surprise Party!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112901840386503778</id><published>2005-10-11T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:21:01.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Grass.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello everybody! How are you doing? Me? I'm fine..fine. Ok I need to update because it has been awhile since I've last made a REAL post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL. Because the teachers were on strike. I sat around at home and had sushi for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Sat around the house and listened to my parents argue AGAIN. Helped my mom move furniture around, slept, ate, slept, ate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: My cousin, Grace (She's actually my aunt but she's in her freshman year of UBC so she's not that much older than me so lets call her my cousin) and her friend, Elaine, came over to chill. They mostly had homework to do so I just played the sims on my computer. Turkey dinner was celebrated with Grace, Elaine, Mom, Dad, Me, Zach, Caddie [She doesnt really count because she didnt get any], Ayumi and my Grandparents. There was stuffing, mashed potatoes, roasted veggies, creamed corn, sticky rice and of course the TURKEY. Oh and Cranberry sauce. And we still have leftovers. Then I stayed up all night with Grace and Elaine...then I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday[today]: NO SCHOOL! Because it's a holiday. I woke up, had french toast for breakfast and I had nothing to do since Grace and Elaine were still sleeping so I went back to bed. Woke up at 1:00 when Jamie Pederson and Betty came over to do a project. We spent until 4 filming and editing our English project. Grace and Elaine got driven back to UBC. Shit we've got alot to do. We have to write about the author, reenact a scene of the short story, make a poster and write about symbols, irony, conflict and shit like that. We decided to split the work. So I'm doing the damn poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Train.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a preview of an image I'm putting on the poster. I think it took me, like, 3 hours. I'm such a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's going to be bigger. About the size of one sheet of printing paper.&lt;br /&gt;After Jamie and Betty went home, I burned the movie onto a DVD then I just chilled on my computer. Dinner was noodles and dumplings. Talk about a fuckload of starch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: I dont know but I do need to finish some homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: My fingers clicking on the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;Tasting: My stale and dry mouth&lt;br /&gt;Smelling: I can't smell. I have a really bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: Worried that I forgot my math completely so I wont be able to do the homework&lt;br /&gt;Seeing: My room. Its dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112901840386503778?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112901840386503778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112901840386503778&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112901840386503778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112901840386503778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/10/whoot.html' title='WHOOT'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112872932538709052</id><published>2005-10-07T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T16:56:28.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errr....</title><content type='html'>Sitting next to me is a harshly idiotic kid. Here is the list she wrote me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAYLEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mushrooms cannot speak to you, they do not speak unless spoken to.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ears are for eating, not playing with&lt;br /&gt;3. Popcorn kernels make excellent blankets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Emilia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/400/Emilia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't she kind of sound like a female version of Mark?&lt;br /&gt;She's also the only person I know that tears a pizza pop to shreds and eats it without the filling (but, with relish [Not the adverb but the condiment])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Fuck? Here is a list of her talents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Horrible singing&lt;br /&gt;- The seizure dance&lt;br /&gt;- Possible autistic traits&lt;br /&gt;- Is musically talented &lt;-----note the sarcasm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what she's doing in my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112872932538709052?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112872932538709052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112872932538709052&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112872932538709052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112872932538709052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/10/errr.html' title='Errr....'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112865332816995486</id><published>2005-10-06T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:48:48.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aurahglhgashlkgas</title><content type='html'>this kezboard is screwed up. Here is the alphabetÖ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The y and z are switched!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and the underscore and question mark are switched as well......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a colon. Ö&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotation mark Ä&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;´ßßßß#+#ü+ä-ä-,.lä-&lt;br /&gt;ü+öüö.+-ää+-üä+-+$§"$&amp;/(())/&amp;amp;%$§""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112865332816995486?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112865332816995486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112865332816995486&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112865332816995486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112865332816995486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/10/aurahglhgashlkgas.html' title='Aurahglhgashlkgas'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112829060731032806</id><published>2005-10-02T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:03:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112829060731032806?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112829060731032806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112829060731032806&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112829060731032806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112829060731032806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112768991920100885</id><published>2005-09-25T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T16:11:59.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hearts in Atlantis</title><content type='html'>If you have seen the movie read the book. If you havn't seen the movie...don't see the movie at all and just read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112768991920100885?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112768991920100885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112768991920100885&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112768991920100885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112768991920100885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/hearts-in-atlantis.html' title='Hearts in Atlantis'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112699055257609288</id><published>2005-09-17T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T13:55:52.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfff!</title><content type='html'>I quit football. Yea, yea, I know what you are thinking. "ALREADY?!?!" Well you know what? Shutup. At least I tried something that I was interested in. I returned all my equipment and got a COMPLETE refund for everything. Which is good. Now I could use the refund money to rejoin with taekwondo. I realized, after football, that I kinda liked TKD afterall. Everybody is so friendly and supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways here is a list of random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get new drumheads&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a guitar&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't slide across the hood of your dad's car while you're wearing a studded belt.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gum is a good adhesive and is useful for sticking posters on your walls.&lt;br /&gt;5. Get a slipknot or any other bands patch to cover the crappy logo on my zippered hoody.&lt;br /&gt;6. Collect all of Jeffery Deaver's Lincoln Rhyme novels.&lt;br /&gt;7. Duct tape my shoes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do extra math practice because I suck.&lt;br /&gt;9. Laugh at this comic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Skooicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Skooicide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;----------That is so me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Call my ex-football coach about my refund.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sign back up for taekwondo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112699055257609288?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112699055257609288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112699055257609288&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112699055257609288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112699055257609288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/pfff.html' title='Pfff!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112665523378725977</id><published>2005-09-13T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T16:47:13.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Bandana smells like perfume</title><content type='html'>I was trying on some bandanas that I could use for football practice so I could get my hair out of my eyes. The coolest looking one ended up to be the smelliest. But not in a bad way. Its kind of an ok way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was crippity crap. Yesterday, I spent about 4 hours struggling with my math homework, and I still dont get it!! I didnt really care that I got wrong answers, I was just glad that it was done. Today I went through all my courses, handing in all my work (Big step for me)&lt;br /&gt;Then came math. And I lost my homework binder. You see, I have a seperate binder to keep all my homework in so I dont have to take like 5 binders home. I fucking lost it. So if anyone has seen a lime green binder in their class or....anywhere..you know who to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go cos I have football practice in...an hour, but I'm all jittery because I dont know what the hell the rules are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112665523378725977?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112665523378725977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112665523378725977&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112665523378725977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112665523378725977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-bandana-smells-like-perfume.html' title='This Bandana smells like perfume'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112648202371197866</id><published>2005-09-11T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:40:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Hayley's all signed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gslfootball.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112648202371197866?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112648202371197866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112648202371197866&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112648202371197866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112648202371197866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/football.html' title='Football!!!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112598470354079148</id><published>2005-09-05T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:31:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Cruise%20Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Cruise%20Pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Mom%20and%20Kienna2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Mom%20and%20Kienna2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Mother%20and%20Children1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Mother%20and%20Children1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Boatish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Boatish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112598470354079148?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112598470354079148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112598470354079148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112598470354079148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112598470354079148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112598435555249882</id><published>2005-09-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:25:55.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldnt fit them all :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Yung"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Yung%27s%20Family%20Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Kienna%20and%20Caddie1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Kienna%20and%20Caddie1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Kaezen%20and%20Kienna1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Kaezen%20and%20Kienna1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a random pic of my dog because she's a cool cat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Puppy%20Caddie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112598435555249882?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112598435555249882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112598435555249882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112598435555249882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112598435555249882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-couldnt-fit-them-all.html' title='I couldnt fit them all :('/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112598419344959287</id><published>2005-09-05T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T22:23:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beaver 8, Beaver 9. STOP! Its picture time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/#2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Cousins!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Cousins%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Deep%20Sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Deep%20Sleep.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Best%20Pic%20Ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Best%20Pic%20Ever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Erin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Erin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112598419344959287?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112598419344959287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112598419344959287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112598419344959287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112598419344959287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/beaver-8-beaver-9-stop-its-picture.html' title='Beaver 8, Beaver 9. STOP! Its picture time!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112594464257209671</id><published>2005-09-05T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:24:02.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back now hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112594464257209671?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112594464257209671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112594464257209671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112594464257209671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112594464257209671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/09/back-now-hello.html' title='Back now hello'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112483782666723987</id><published>2005-08-23T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T15:57:06.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be back soon bye bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112483782666723987?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112483782666723987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112483782666723987&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112483782666723987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112483782666723987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/be-back-soon-bye-bye.html' title='Be back soon bye bye'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112459000324896323</id><published>2005-08-20T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:06:43.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Mail</title><content type='html'>I am tired of stressing how much I hate chain mails. Today, however, I received three of the same ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you receive one of those bullshit mails about a little girl named Emmeline who has genital warts and will rape you unless you send this message to 10 people, dont send that piece of fuck to me. If you receive one of those mails about a woman who forwarded a message to 10 people and was finally able to get her wish to make out with Gary Coleman, dont send that piece of fuck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the picture? Dont send me chain mails! Seriously! I'll fucking freak out. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if you believe in e-miracles. I dont give a crap if you're afraid that I will meet the swift demise of all those poor fictional chain mail breakers. I personally dont give a crap. DONT SEND ME CHAIN MAILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If one more person that reads this blog sends me a chain mail, my story will discontinue. That is final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. (And I hope all your e-fantasies become true)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112459000324896323?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112459000324896323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112459000324896323&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112459000324896323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112459000324896323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/chain-mail.html' title='Chain Mail'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112447631633327191</id><published>2005-08-19T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T11:31:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was a late night and I was bored. So naturally, I logged on to my computadora and made myself a drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this drawing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Eew1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes? Well anyways, I decided to make one that had a similar concept. This is my new drawing:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Wee%21.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Listening to: Bohemian Like You-The Dandy Warhols&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112447631633327191?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112447631633327191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112447631633327191&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112447631633327191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112447631633327191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-was-late-night-and-i-was-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112415665035982494</id><published>2005-08-15T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T18:44:10.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacking</title><content type='html'>Forgive me for the boring title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backpacking wasn't what it was all cracked up to be. Lets go back a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was just the same shit different day except for the evening. When my mom was in Hawaii, she befriended an American couple, Clem (Clement, but that sounded weird so its Clem) and Charlotte. Clem is actually Australian but he met Charlotte in the US so he moved there. Anyways, they came over to visit that evening. Clem is kinda a cute nerd. Imagine a 30 something year old clean cut Viggo Mortenson with a PHD in molecular biology. Basically, when he talks, everything is said in an analytical way. Dont ask me what Charlotte is because all I know is that she's lactose intolerant and she doesnt like spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;Clem and Charlotte arrived at around 7 to have dinner, then they stayed overnight. That same night, Zach and I decided we wanted to hang out at a neighbors house. So the for the rest of the night, I stayed up, watched TV and played videogames. I came home with Zach at about 3:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clem and Charlotte went out to do some sightseeing while Zach and I stayed home. Nothing really special happened. I played runescape (Yea thats right! I'm hooked on it again), listened to music, ate, slept, and drooled. In the evening, Jared came over with his backpack that he was taking on the trip. If you take two regular backpacking packs and tied them together, that's about the size of Jared's pack. Zach and I checked through his bag to see if he was packed right. We found the most ridiculously heavy things including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A Camp chair (Cup holders and all)&lt;br /&gt;-A Mag light (The huge 2 pound flashlights that cops use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening, our house occupied my mom and dad, Me and Zach, Jared and Clem and Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared and Zach woke me up early so we can head down to Micky D's for breakfast. Once we were back home, I told my mom that I would keep her company while she drove over to pick up our other backpacking buddy, Serge. I ended up sleeping the whole way.&lt;br /&gt;We left the house in two cars; Clem, Charlotte and my Mom in one car and Me, Jared, Zach, Dad and Serge in the other. I already knew Serge beforehand since he went to Tae Kwon Do with me and Zach. I hadn't seen him since I had quit. I could describe him as a big hulking redneck. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the parking lot and it took about 15 minutes to wait for parking spots.&lt;br /&gt;On to the sufferable backpacking trail!&lt;br /&gt;It blew. Imagine this. All uphill and rocky for 9 Km with a hugeass backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Garibaldi Lake at about 2:00. This is the time it took for the group to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Serge: 2 Hours&lt;br /&gt;-Clem and Charlotte: Not long after Serge&lt;br /&gt;-Mom: 3 Hours&lt;br /&gt;-Jared, Zach, Dad and Me: 4 Hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say, it was worth it. Garibaldi lake was so fucking unbelievably blue. Behind the lake was a great view of the snowy mountains. The campsites was built around bushes and can only fit one tent or two small ones. Our group took up 3 sites. Sadly, there were outhouses but I was happy about the shelters. The shelters had sinks, which was great for washing dishes, but they didnt have faucets. They also had two picnic tables and a surface for preparing food.&lt;br /&gt;Jared, Zach and I set up our tent then we headed down to the lake in our swim suits.&lt;br /&gt;Jared and I waded in up to our chests but we were too chicken to dunk our heads. Zach ended up schooling us both by diving right in. Only then did we start to swim just to show Zach we could do it too.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was uninteresting. We all ate dinner then Jared, Zach and I passed out in the tent by 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we woke, Jared and Zach sent me as a scout to find everyone else. I found them in the shelter, grinning because they ate ALL the pancakes and sausages. The rest of us just ate Mr.Noodles for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;At noon Jared and I changed into swim suits and followed the rest of the group, who had found a dock near the lake earlier on. Zach came too but he had no intention to swim. Damn that was cold.&lt;br /&gt;In the Afternoon, we packed up and headed out. The hike down was worse since, it strained my legs. Here are the timings again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serge- 1:30&lt;br /&gt;Clem, Charlotte and Mom- shortly after Serge&lt;br /&gt;The rest- 2:00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty grumpy by the time I was in the car again so my parents cheered me up with a milkshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was mostly grumpy about the trip being only 1 day. I mean....first, you walk up, get sore, go to sleep, wake up sore then walk back down. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112415665035982494?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112415665035982494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112415665035982494&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112415665035982494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112415665035982494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/backpacking.html' title='Backpacking'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112407053988595156</id><published>2005-08-14T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T20:59:26.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/JAke1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/JAke1.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For Cassie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lash from Sky High&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to know more about him, his name is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jake Sandvig.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself because I'm cool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/RS.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ryan Sheckler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 year old pro skateboarder. I underestimated him. He's significantly better than most adult pro boarders. He's not bad looking either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: He's 10 days younger than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Ryan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Ryan.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/RS4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/RS3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky you, Terra, I had a picture of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Hat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/Hat2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/Hat1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112407053988595156?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112407053988595156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112407053988595156&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112407053988595156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112407053988595156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/pictures.html' title='Pictures!!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112372787472978737</id><published>2005-08-10T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:37:54.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists!</title><content type='html'>I love lists and I dont care if you dont. So here's a couple for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crappy dog names (that I have heard)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mr.Smith&lt;br /&gt;2. Gloria (I mean seriously...Gloria!?...for a dog?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;3. Gummy&lt;br /&gt;4. Sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;5. Ashley&lt;br /&gt;6. Happy&lt;br /&gt;7. Pachanga Magnum Force (My dogs Uncle)&lt;br /&gt;8. Rootin' Tootin' Shooter (My dogs Grandfather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most annoying things&lt;br /&gt;1. When I feel like sneezing and I can't&lt;br /&gt;2. Fat&lt;br /&gt;3. The feeling of seaweed wrapping around my leg&lt;br /&gt;4. Going for a week without milk&lt;br /&gt;5. Bashing my head into a wall repeatedly and finding out that I didnt make a dent.&lt;br /&gt;6. My cousins Trevor and Erin&lt;br /&gt;7. T.O.M&lt;br /&gt;8. Finding out that all of your underwear is in the wash&lt;br /&gt;9. Being itchy&lt;br /&gt;10. The kids next door&lt;br /&gt;11. Being tired. All the time.&lt;br /&gt;12. Going to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;13. Not being able to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. I went to work and got trained on how to use a program in the computer. My job is to print out reports on the company's budget or something. Really really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 days ago, I was a sleepin, then a hornet stung me twice cos he decided that my bed was a cool place to be. In the morning I found him dead on my window sill. He was the biggest bugger yet! No pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112372787472978737?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112372787472978737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112372787472978737&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112372787472978737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112372787472978737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/lists.html' title='Lists!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112362331257159848</id><published>2005-08-09T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T14:35:12.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How the Hell did I Come Up With...</title><content type='html'>my nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler: &lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/178020"&gt;http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/178020&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats from an animation. Watch it. It's really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend I'm going le backpacking up to Garibaldi. Just for a day, so lucky me! A lighter load! Anyways, I saw Sky High with Cassie..on....I dont remember. Surprisingly, it was pretty good. Cheesy, but good. Then the next day I slept through the whole day so I ended up missing some sort of concert thing that I wanted to go to. But whatever, I dont really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired,  I'm gonna go sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112362331257159848?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112362331257159848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112362331257159848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112362331257159848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112362331257159848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-hell-did-i-come-up-with.html' title='How the Hell did I Come Up With...'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112312658729449454</id><published>2005-08-03T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:36:27.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Finally! It seemed like forever but its the moment I have been waiting for!&lt;br /&gt;THE CRUISE!! WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You want to do anything this summer? With the family?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nah, I'll probably be hanging out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA! But I learned! Next summer, I'm going to go camping, go to hawaii, maybe LA, San francisco...Do all the things that I decided not to do! Because I've been too stupid saying things like..."I want to hang out with my friends." or some bullshit like "My friends might call." Or even the "This is the season that has most of my friends birthdays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whattaloadofcrackwhippeddoohickeyfuckshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112312658729449454?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112312658729449454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112312658729449454&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112312658729449454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112312658729449454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112268923786304058</id><published>2005-07-29T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:07:17.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awwww</title><content type='html'>I got an email today by my 8 year old cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dear hayley &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for the benie babies and the hat and paintset.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like them alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love kienna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112268923786304058?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112268923786304058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112268923786304058&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112268923786304058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112268923786304058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/awwww.html' title='Awwww'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112267426094214301</id><published>2005-07-29T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T14:57:40.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isolated</title><content type='html'>Yep. Thats what I am. But thats ok. Most of the time I've been sleeping, staring at the computer, and way too lazy to call anyone. So I have developed the following habits:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jamming myself in the freezer whenever I'm itchy.&lt;br /&gt;2. Falling asleep in front of the PS2 while I'm stuck on a mission in GTA San Andreas&lt;br /&gt;3. Falling asleep on the keyboard when all the talkative people on Msn sign off.&lt;br /&gt;4. Sleeping when I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleeping when I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;6. Swallowing 2 advils and 2 allergy pills when I'm hyper so I can sleep.&lt;br /&gt;7. Sleeping on my drumset when I get frustrated with practice.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sleeping through meals so I dont gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;9. Reading when I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;10. Not giving a crap what people think&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112267426094214301?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112267426094214301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112267426094214301&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112267426094214301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112267426094214301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/isolated.html' title='Isolated'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112251637380578246</id><published>2005-07-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:06:13.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers Block</title><content type='html'>I was laying in bed late last night (alone,you sick bastards) trying to think of the next part for my story. It feels so tiring doing a story. The problem with the stories I write is that the plot comes out spontaneously while I'm writing. This makes the plot kind of shaky and fractured. So I will again, take some time to write out a plot by hand, then I will continue. Anyway's I love all you guy's stories. Even though I have writers block I hope you people dont. Keep up with your stories. Especially Terra. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned on my xanga, I was put to a difficult task on selecting photos from photo albums to display in our house. I also had to select a whole lot more than usual because of the picture collage my moms wants to stick on a pair of sliding doors. I found a bunch of great pics of me, zach and the family. Once I force my dad to scan them, I'll post them up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112251637380578246?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112251637380578246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112251637380578246&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112251637380578246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112251637380578246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/writers-block.html' title='Writers Block'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112196965360127082</id><published>2005-07-21T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T11:14:13.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to announce that I have successfully completed Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, and will resume posting regularly in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112196965360127082?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112196965360127082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112196965360127082&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112196965360127082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112196965360127082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112191605401191565</id><published>2005-07-20T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T20:20:54.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Readers,</title><content type='html'>There will be a short delay in my posts while I struggle to finish Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thnx Gbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112191605401191565?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112191605401191565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112191605401191565&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112191605401191565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112191605401191565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/dear-readers.html' title='Dear Readers,'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112166562973050023</id><published>2005-07-17T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T16:16:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/asf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/asf2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/asfsfawfasfdfafsdafas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/asfsfawfasfdfafsdafas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/1600/asflgj"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4552/871/320/asflgj%27as1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112166562973050023?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112166562973050023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112166562973050023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112166562973050023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112166562973050023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112154199606274228</id><published>2005-07-16T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:26:36.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr.Mysterious=Me</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok. Cassie, You win. You were smart to base you're guess strictly on the clues. Now my little puppets, leave a comment and tell me who you thought it was! And be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD It was fun while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112154199606274228?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112154199606274228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112154199606274228&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112154199606274228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112154199606274228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/mrmysteriousme.html' title='Mr.Mysterious=Me'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112154139820804444</id><published>2005-07-16T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T12:19:44.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paybacks a Bitch Pt.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;3 Weeks later&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know how in Ocean's Eleven, they had that flexible asian dude?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh huh."&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have one."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure we do. You."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not flexible. And I'm not a dude."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;"Guys!" Georgia waved at us from the front seat of the van.&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you supposed to override the security?"&lt;br /&gt;I looked out the window, "Their not even at the doors yet!"&lt;br /&gt;Georgia rolled her eyes. "It has to be overridden before they even get in!"&lt;br /&gt;Terra looked up from her laptop. "Hayley, we're only supposed to get the cameras. We have to synchronize this or else we're basically screwed. I'll disable their camera and you feed in the live video."&lt;br /&gt;"Can't I just feed in the video footage before you disable their surveillance cameras?"&lt;br /&gt;"Or we can do that...."&lt;br /&gt;The walkie talkie buzzed."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Terra,Hayley! You're supposed to unlock the doors for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" Keira's voice crackled.&lt;br /&gt;Georgia snatched the walkie talkie. "Ok, you see that metal box with the LCD screen I gave you?"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're supposed to use the screwdriver to pull the keypad off of the wall, then connect that metal box into the wires.....ok, Mal should know a little bit about wires."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Oooooo wires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" Mal chirped through the walkie talkie. Georgia rolled her eyes at us. "Can we trust Mal?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure." I shrugged my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Georgia turned the walkie talkie back on. "Ok Mal, what you need to do is simply connect the-"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yea, yea, yea...I know what I'm doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Over and out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" Mal's voice impatiently crackled.&lt;br /&gt;"That's settled..." Georgia slumped back into the drivers seat.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a loud explosion that shook the van.&lt;br /&gt;"HOLY FUCK!" I yelled. Terra dove for the walkie talkie."Guys! Guys! Whats going on???!?!"&lt;br /&gt;The other end was a mixture of people all talking at once.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Shit! Mal you were only supposed to open the door! Not blow the whole thing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm sorry! I didn't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Plan B! Plan B! Make a run for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Georgia immediately put the car in gear and sped right up to the building. Terra and I both pulled on our balaclava's and rushed out to help. Guards were everywhere, some with nightsticks, some with pistols and some unarmed. I was hoping that my tae kwon do lessons had paid off and that I wasnt too rusty on it.&lt;br /&gt;"Hayley, Mark, Keira! Clear the hall!" Anna led the rest of the group up a flight of stairs. Mark pulled out his dual glocks.&lt;br /&gt;"No problem-o"&lt;br /&gt;Keira and I launced ourselves into the security guards while Mark stood back to pick some off with his guns. I was surprised that everything seemed to flow naturally but I could not compare to Keira. While Keira took on a pack of 5, I was only able to take on one. To me, the guy was difficult to get past and his nightstick was especially scaring me. He raised his nightstick in the air and I dodged it, instinctively pounding him in the face. He stumbled slightly which allowed me to knock him unconscious. I backed away to stand next to Mark, who had already put away his glocks to watch Keira supermove her way through the rest of the guards. I really hope that I could explain here what she did, but unfortunately, it would not have been as cool as actually seeing it. Finally, Keira disposed of the last guard and stared incredulously at us.&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell were you guys waiting for, you morons!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhh. That was awesome." Mark grinned.&lt;br /&gt;"Guys!" We all turned. It was Cassie who with the rest of our group, was carrying a large device. "Help out!"&lt;br /&gt;Mark, Keira and I grabbed a section of the machine and rushed it to the double doors. Georgia, being the smart person she is had opened the back doors of the van for easy access. We hauled the machine in, just when more security guards made their way down the stairs. Mal dove into the back and Georgia floored the gas.&lt;br /&gt;"Whew."&lt;br /&gt;"That was a close one."&lt;br /&gt;"Ditto."&lt;br /&gt;"Well we got what we wanted...So I guess we can't complain.." Anna shrugged her shoulders. Mal poked the machine. "What is this anyways?"&lt;br /&gt;"An EMP." Georgia answered from the drivers seat. "Aka, Electro Magnetic Pulse bomb."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112154139820804444?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112154139820804444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112154139820804444&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112154139820804444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112154139820804444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/paybacks-bitch-pt11.html' title='Paybacks a Bitch Pt.11'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112123092826834216</id><published>2005-07-12T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T22:04:22.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clues'd'd</title><content type='html'>Ok, so has everybody heard about Mr. Mysterious? Yea? Ok good because you need to know a little about him before you read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some direct quotes from Mr.Mysterious in some of our blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first comment that he had ever made went like this:&lt;br /&gt;Anna: How the frick do you post pictures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelee: Same way you would on free webs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mysterious (unnamed so far): thats not true angelee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelee: uh wellsorta the same waycuz in freewebs u click that thing thats like picture and u add your picture and then in posting a post u click that picture thingywell who is this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mysterious: well i'm mysterious. You can call me...erm... Mr.MysteriousOr you can call me anonymous contributor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelee: or i could just call you by your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc. (The rest does not provide relevant information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the comments in Angelee's blog, the Mr.Mysterious seemed to jump to everybody else's blogs. He/She could have simply done that by clicking on our names in the comments and then hot linking to our blogs. It also seems that Mr. Mysterious would not post in blogs that do not accept anonymous comments. The only blogs he were able to comment in was Cassie's, Mine, Angelee's and Terra's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quote was made in answer to one of Angelee's posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Mysterious: Who do you think it is? I wont mind if you get it wrong. And trust me. You dont know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he is telling the truth then maybe, it can be someone Angelee doesnt know but someone the rest of us or a few of us know. The funny thing is Anglee goes by the name gelee in her blog but Mr.Mysterious called her Angelee....I guess that just eliminates the quote as useful evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is in my blog. Mr. Mysterious mentioned something about playing a video game: "Devil May Cry" Since I know from experience that it is a bloody and violent game, we can eliminate some people who wouldn't play that sort of thing. But then again, the person could just be covering up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is going to be an ongoing summer mystery. In my opinion I think it is someone completely out of the ordinary that we do not know, or maybe someone that only a few people know. Its kind of hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this may sound ridiculous, but if we want to find out who this is, we should open our blogs to anonymous comments so we get a better idea of who this person is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112123092826834216?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112123092826834216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112123092826834216&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112123092826834216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112123092826834216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/cluesdd.html' title='Clues&apos;d&apos;d'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112114423417562277</id><published>2005-07-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:57:14.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things I have learned during summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Always make sure you can distinguish the difference between contact lense solution and nasal spray. The consequences are painful and salty tasting.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do not stare at fat people &lt;strong&gt;especially &lt;/strong&gt;if they are black.&lt;br /&gt;3. Pepto Bismol is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not have orange juice with your cocoa puffs. It tastes nasty and the combination of chocolate and orange juice pulp is not pleasing.&lt;br /&gt;5. Taxes are delivered directly to the North Vancouver City building, not in the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't bring your dog with you when you are applying for a job unless you have poop bags handy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't lie to your mother. She will find out and you will have to spend 3 weeks sucking up to her.&lt;br /&gt;8. Always look before you do a flip on the trampoline.&lt;br /&gt;9. The yard is not a shit free zone. Keep this in mind when you feel like going out in the middle of the night to look at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't put the neighbors cat in their freezer. You will get your ass kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the cat one. To top it off, the cat was very cold and very upset.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112114423417562277?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112114423417562277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112114423417562277&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112114423417562277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112114423417562277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-school.html' title='Summer School'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112103356501635757</id><published>2005-07-10T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T15:56:30.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Aladdin has got nothing against my picks.</title><content type='html'>Now lets take a look at the characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squall Leonhart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="382" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/Scribbler11/Squall.jpg" width="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some reasons to why he is sexy:&lt;br /&gt;1. He's 17&lt;br /&gt;2. He's shy and mysterious.&lt;br /&gt;3. He wears a leather jacket&lt;br /&gt;4. He has a battle scar&lt;br /&gt;5. Blue eyes *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;6. He can kick some serious robot ass.&lt;br /&gt;7. (For Cassie) If you get married you get to keep your last name! (Kinda...but it still sounds the same)&lt;br /&gt;8. He can dance&lt;br /&gt;9. He knows how to treat a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is....Dante!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y132/Scribbler11/Dante.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why he's hot:&lt;br /&gt;1. He's single&lt;br /&gt;2. Sure he may look like that he is full of himself but why blame him? He's been turning demons into chunks of hell meat all his life with his huge ass demon vanquishing sword.&lt;br /&gt;3. He's got the badass demon powers from his father and compassion for humanity from his mother. Sure, he's half demon-half human but he's one of the good guys, saving mankind from the devil.&lt;br /&gt;4. In addition to his sword he has two guns, ebony and ivory.&lt;br /&gt;5. Although he is over 1000 years old, he still looks pretty good for his age.&lt;br /&gt;6. He has a long red trenchcoat.&lt;br /&gt;7. Abs of steel&lt;br /&gt;8. He's got a cool name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough for now. I'm pretty sad for liking animated characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112103356501635757?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112103356501635757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112103356501635757&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112103356501635757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112103356501635757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-aladdin-has-got-nothing-against-my.html' title='Why Aladdin has got nothing against my picks.'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112093592669766771</id><published>2005-07-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:05:26.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G-Unit</title><content type='html'>I'm deeply troubled. I'm deeply troubled because I'm turning gangster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you play GTA San Andreas extensively. Lately, I have been listening to rap music: Eazy-E, Stickyfingaz, Ludacris, Mr.Scarface,Royal Flush....Shit like that. When I'm walking on the street, I feel the urge to jack a car, drive by West Van and take innocent passerby's down with my dual pistols. Maybe an uzi. Plus I'll go to adrenaline and get a large "Los Santos" Tattoo on my upper back then buy myself a knife so I can sneak attack those fucking Balla's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised when 3 years from now, you'll see me being hauled away from cops, kicking and screaming about taking turf for Orange Grove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go play some GTA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112093592669766771?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112093592669766771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112093592669766771&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112093592669766771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112093592669766771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/g-unit.html' title='G-Unit'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112077440979285691</id><published>2005-07-07T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T15:13:29.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Hate.Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112077440979285691?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112077440979285691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112077440979285691&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112077440979285691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112077440979285691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/ihateme.html' title='I.Hate.Me.'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112068023359897381</id><published>2005-07-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:03:53.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm GROWING!!</title><content type='html'>And I thought I reached my full height. Well my limbs hurt like a bitch and I havnt been exercising. So do my joints. Right now my left arm feels busted and it's longer than my right. Well my right arm better friggin catch up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably imagining things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the weekend was really really boring. I basically sat around, drooled, slept and tried to refine my ps2. Well the good news is the ps2 is fixed and every single game works on it except....Rpg maker. So I have to email theddy bear and tell him the damn game doesnt work. I want to chill with people. Who's free?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Rolling Stone Magazine&lt;br /&gt;Music: Mr. Brightside-The Killers&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Super bored&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112068023359897381?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112068023359897381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112068023359897381&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112068023359897381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112068023359897381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-growing.html' title='I&apos;m GROWING!!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112053734006513894</id><published>2005-07-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:15:38.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3-D Kid Heroes</title><content type='html'>In addition to the spy kids and the overly horrendous looking shark boy and lava girl, I have decided to create my own kid superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itch Boy and Eczema Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont know what eczema is just look on the inside of my elbows. You see that gross stuff there? Thats eczema  (Eggs-eema). It itches like crazy and is fucking irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Itch Boy sprays some sort of crap from his mouth that makes criminals itchy. And Eczema Girl spreads her eczema problem. You can just imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh boy...Detective Johnson, take a look at this."&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh! Who's that."&lt;br /&gt;"The bank robbers...."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh god Swanson, What happened to them!??"&lt;br /&gt;"Well judging from the large scratches on their face and the skin underneath their nails, they seemed to have scratched themselves to death."&lt;br /&gt;"And what is that all over their arms and legs!?!?"&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like a bad case of eczema..."&lt;br /&gt;"My god! Who whould do this!??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITCH BOY AND ECZEMA GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Swallowed-Bush&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112053734006513894?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112053734006513894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112053734006513894&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112053734006513894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112053734006513894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/07/3-d-kid-heroes.html' title='3-D Kid Heroes'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112018162172072418</id><published>2005-06-30T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:33:41.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARUGAGWJI</title><content type='html'>As much as I hate Tom Cruise and all his antics, I'm still able to hear tiny little scraps about his fagtardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was saying shit like anti depressants dont work, depression is all a figment of your imagination and that he knows everything about psychiatry and whats wrong with it. What a jerkface asshole. So I spent most of the time today trying to find his fan mail thingy so I could mail to him and tell him what a faggot he is. How can a fucking celebrity that I have never met, (and I hope to god I never will) piss me off so personally!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's pissed me off even more than Ashlee Simpson, Jamie Lynn Spears, Jesse Whats-his-face-look-a-like-a-ten-year-old-even-when-he's-like-16-or-something-or-other-with-a-little-whiny-voice, Lindsay Lohan and fucking ABBA combined.  That takes skill. Unluckily, thats the only skill that Tommy has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112018162172072418?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112018162172072418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112018162172072418&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112018162172072418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112018162172072418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/arugagwji.html' title='ARUGAGWJI'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-112006927946435389</id><published>2005-06-29T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:21:19.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Song Names</title><content type='html'>Here are the song names that we/I came up with so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaming Ice/Burning Ice&lt;----pick one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry Tears&lt;---Terra&lt;br /&gt;Honest Lies&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo Shrimp&lt;---Anna&lt;br /&gt;Unpickled Pickles &lt;----WTF?!??!&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cold &lt;----Angelee's genious non oxymoron&lt;br /&gt;Alone Together&lt;br /&gt;Cool White Guy&lt;---Lmao&lt;br /&gt;Even Odds&lt;br /&gt;Extinct Life&lt;br /&gt;Good Shit&lt;br /&gt;Open Secret&lt;br /&gt;Dangerously Safe&lt;br /&gt;Senior Freshman&lt;br /&gt;Random Logic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody have anymore ideas!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-112006927946435389?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/112006927946435389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=112006927946435389&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112006927946435389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/112006927946435389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/our-song-names.html' title='Our Song Names'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111998984409715065</id><published>2005-06-28T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:17:24.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Cruise is a twat and doesn't know how to take a joke lightly</title><content type='html'>Ok, before you read this post go &lt;a href="http://newswww.bbc.net.uk/1/hi/entertainment/4107922.stm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Stop reading now! You should be going to the link. Also watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You done reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think about his reaction. Tom Cruise is a twat and doesn't know how to take a joke lightly. I thought it was pretty funny. I mean, all it was, was a tiny little squirt. If I was in his place, I would jokingly grab the fake mic and spray it on the reporters. It would have opened me up as a humorous and easy going person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that gets me the most about that article is that the reporters got ARRESTED. Why the fuck would they get arrested? They did'nt punch him out or anything!. And It was just water. Water dries out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111998984409715065?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111998984409715065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111998984409715065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111998984409715065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111998984409715065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/tom-cruise-is-twat-and-doesnt-know-how.html' title='Tom Cruise is a twat and doesn&apos;t know how to take a joke lightly'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111983263041250333</id><published>2005-06-26T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T17:37:10.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payback's a Bitch Pt.10</title><content type='html'>Anna turned slightly red and shrank back into the chaise lounge.&lt;br /&gt;"I mean, may you please all...uhh....silence yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;"Nice try." I remarked setting my mug on the coffee table. "You said it!"&lt;br /&gt;"And I recorded it." Georgia grinned&lt;br /&gt;Terra looked at her like she was insane. "Why the hell were you recording in the first place!?"&lt;br /&gt;"I actually have no idea."&lt;br /&gt;Mal picked up a magazine and pointed to a picture on the front.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look! Its Janis Joplin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anna! I can't do this! A heist is....STEALING!!"&lt;br /&gt;Anna rolled her eyes. "We won't get caught. Thats the whole point."&lt;br /&gt;"Come on Cassie! It'll be fun!" Mal spread her arms out in a happy, loving, world peace gesture.&lt;br /&gt;Cassie shifted uncomfortably in her seat.&lt;br /&gt;"But I caaaaaaan't!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Come on!"&lt;br /&gt;"You know it'll be fun!"&lt;br /&gt;"It'll be quality time with your best buds!"&lt;br /&gt;Cassie screwed up her nerve and stood up.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not doing it and that's final!." Then she turned to me. "And I don't drink coffee!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"I dont get the coffee part." Terra stated.&lt;br /&gt;"Neither do I."&lt;br /&gt;Keira stood up staring straight at Cassie. "You're going to do it no matter what!"&lt;br /&gt;"You can't make me do it!" The rest of the gang could immediately tell that Cassie's defense was shrinking. Nobody could win an argument against Keira.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I can! And you're going to do this!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok." Cassie collapsed back into the couch.&lt;br /&gt;"Ehhhhhhh." Mark grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen implanted in the wall blinked on showing a 3-D cross section of a building. Anna turned off the lights. "This is a 3-D cross section of the Presidential Golden Casino. This cross section shows security checkpoints, floorplans, and what areas are accessible and non accessible."&lt;br /&gt;She faced us only to be met by blank stares.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok I guess I should dumb this down a little bit. This is a huge plan of the Presidents Casino. It shows where security cameras are, and...well you get the picture."&lt;br /&gt;"So we're robbing money from a casino? Why the president's?" Georgia inquired.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I dunno. Because the president is an ass-I mean, bum bum."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know about you, but this is totally out of character for you." Angelee said.&lt;br /&gt;Terra turned around. "Where the hell did you come from?"&lt;br /&gt;"Angelee! Get back to work!" Anna hissed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am." Angelee got up from the couch, clearing the coffee table of our coffee mugs.&lt;br /&gt;"Anyways," Anna replied,"I have organized a plan. All we need to do now is get things in order and execute it. It will take months and months of hard work and dedication but it-"&lt;br /&gt;"HOW MUCH MONEY ARE WE GONNA STEAL!?" I jumped up and down on my seat excitedly.&lt;br /&gt;"Hayley! Shhh!"&lt;br /&gt;Anna grinned. "Thats the best part. Lets just say over 100 million dollars. So how many of us are here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eight."&lt;br /&gt;"So that would be 12.5 million for each of us."&lt;br /&gt;"How about me!?" Angelee yelled from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;"Go iron my shirt!" Anna barked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111983263041250333?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111983263041250333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111983263041250333&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111983263041250333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111983263041250333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/paybacks-bitch-pt10.html' title='Payback&apos;s a Bitch Pt.10'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111964588029157567</id><published>2005-06-24T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:44:40.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I was checking myself out in the mirror, thinking why I got so much chubbier. Back then, I always complained about being too skinny and having no boobs. So I was thinking that I should go out for a run. (This was yesterday) To my parent's surprise, I grabbed my dog and jogged with her down the boulevard. This went on for quite awhile. Also I took half of what I usually eat. Once the day was over, I checked myself in the mirror again, realizing that I wanted instant results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Mom?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Yea?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Can I get liposuction?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Hell no!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Exercise isn't working though. And I'm friggin hungry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So my mom went on to tell me about her bosses' wife who got liposuction. What happened was, she lipo'd'ddd'd up her arms, tummy and thighs. But the all the fat cells decided to move up to her boobs and she had to get a reduction. That would suck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"I want instant results."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"An easier way is to drink those meal replacements."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"They taste like dump."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"The chocolate one?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Maybe not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Meal replacements. I'm going to die. I hope you like the colour of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111964588029157567?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111964588029157567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111964588029157567&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111964588029157567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111964588029157567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/instant-results.html' title='Instant Results'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111956655311734119</id><published>2005-06-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:42:33.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Socials Exam</title><content type='html'>Sure..The exam was on Monday. But dont mind me telling you about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exam consisted of 120 multiple choice and 2 essays. I was only able to complete 1 essay, 56 multiple choice and my name. The rest I filled out randomly. I'm guessing the multiple choice was a mark each but each essay was 15 marks. This brings a total mark out of 150.&lt;br /&gt;Lets do some calculating:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56+15= 71&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71/150= 47%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's if I get all the 56 answers right. Also, chances are, I might get some of the ones I guessed on. I made sure I did educated guesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering into the exam, I was getting 60%. Beng the dumbass I am, do you think I'll pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment and tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am: Studying&lt;br /&gt;Music: Into Dust- Mazzy Star   (Dont ask why I'm listening to Mazzy Star, but It's studying music)&lt;br /&gt;Random Quote (I kno where you got it from Mark): So there, I am, in Sri Lanka, formerly Ceylon, at about 3 o'clock in the morning, looking for one thousand brown M&amp;Ms to fill a brandy glass, or Ozzy wouldn't go on stage that night. So, Jeff Beck pops his head 'round the door, and mentions there's a little sweets shop on the edge of town. So - we go. And - it's closed. So there's me, and Keith Moon, and David Crosby, breaking into that little sweets shop, eh. Well, instead of a guard dog, they've got this bloody great big Bengal tiger. I managed to take out the tiger with a can of mace, but the shopkeeper and his son... that's a different story altogether. I had to beat them to death with their own shoes. Nasty business, really, but sure enough I got the M&amp;amp;Ms, and Ozzy went on stage and did a great show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111956655311734119?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111956655311734119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111956655311734119&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111956655311734119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111956655311734119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/socials-exam.html' title='The Socials Exam'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111946602080123059</id><published>2005-06-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T11:47:00.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Discontinuation of Story</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to discontinue my story for the reason that most of my friends have neglected to write in their blogs. If however, you want me to continue the story, please leave a comment to &lt;a href="http://www.wolfgirl-22.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dapplet.blogspot.com/"&gt;Terra&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://yummycatsup.blogspot.com/"&gt;Georgia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://ilovebugs12.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anna&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://prettypinkandconfuzed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mal&lt;/a&gt;, for they have not been capable of writing in their blogs for some time. If you write at least one entry for every few days, it will be greatly appreciated and I will consider continuing my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for listening to my ranting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley Ng, Blogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. The entries must make sense and be at least a paragraph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111946602080123059?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111946602080123059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111946602080123059&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111946602080123059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111946602080123059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/discontinuation-of-story.html' title='Discontinuation of Story'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111930959000672390</id><published>2005-06-20T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:19:50.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COOLEST SONG EVER</title><content type='html'>Rock n Roll Star-Supagroup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Download it NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111930959000672390?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111930959000672390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111930959000672390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111930959000672390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111930959000672390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/coolest-song-ever.html' title='COOLEST SONG EVER'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111905926424149016</id><published>2005-06-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T18:47:44.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paybacks a Bitch Pt.8 (The Chapter with the longest string of Quotes.)</title><content type='html'>"A HEIST!?!?!" Cassie shrieked.&lt;br /&gt;"Cooooooooool." I grinned.&lt;br /&gt;"No it isn't."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah it is."&lt;br /&gt;"Anna, you're as crazy as Janis Joplin."&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Janis Joplin?"&lt;br /&gt;"I think she's a singer...."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't have anymore whipped cream in my hot chocolate!"&lt;br /&gt;"You've got nice carpets in here."&lt;br /&gt;"Are we gonna be rich?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wealthy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Snotty?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cheesy?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think we're gonna be cheesy."&lt;br /&gt;"But I wanna be cheesy."&lt;br /&gt;"I want apple juice."&lt;br /&gt;"I think Anna wants us to shut up."&lt;br /&gt;"But she's just standing there."&lt;br /&gt;"She's WAITING for us to shut up."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! heyheyhey!! Terra!!! Remember when Ms.Ireland did that?"&lt;br /&gt;"HAHA! Yea! She would just stand there..."&lt;br /&gt;"And we wouldnt know until like....."&lt;br /&gt;"15 minutes later...."&lt;br /&gt;"Then she'd be like..."&lt;br /&gt;"SHHHH! Shut up!!! She's trying to say something!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well you're the one who's yelling!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Its not my fault!!! You guys are so freaking stupid!"&lt;br /&gt;"Are not."&lt;br /&gt;"Are too."&lt;br /&gt;"Are not!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Are too."&lt;br /&gt;"Are not."&lt;br /&gt;"Are TOO!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"....D2"&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAH R2 D2!"&lt;br /&gt;"Mal! Shut up!"&lt;br /&gt;"NO!"&lt;br /&gt;"Ow! You didn't have to hit me so hard!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Well you're just being a big idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you mean a bitch?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhh...My poor virgin ears!"&lt;br /&gt;"Anna. Second time. I want apple juice.&lt;br /&gt;"She's not gonna answer until we be quiet."&lt;br /&gt;"Shhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Shhhhhhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;"SHH"&lt;br /&gt;"Shush!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Stop Shhh-ing!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why dont you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because I'm not a fag tard like you!"&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole room went silent. Then at the same time we all yelled.&lt;br /&gt;"OH MY GOD!!! ANNA SWORE!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111905926424149016?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111905926424149016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111905926424149016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111905926424149016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111905926424149016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/paybacks-bitch-pt8-chapter-with.html' title='Paybacks a Bitch Pt.8 (The Chapter with the longest string of Quotes.)'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111871271373336973</id><published>2005-06-13T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:31:53.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Game (I'm so obsessed)</title><content type='html'>News on the game. I couldnt find it anywhere. So I made an account on ebay under my mom's name and ended up bidding on the second one there. The whole time I was the highest and only bidder so I ended up getting it at starting price *shrugs* The whole thing cos about....45-50 bucks including shipping and handling, plus the game was brand new (not even opened. It still had that plastic wrap on it and the price tag).  So I guess I got an ok deal. The guy said he only mails on saturdays which means I'll get it after exams. This is a good thing because I know damn well it'll distract me from studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I'm so excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: WEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Music: Maria Maria- Santana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111871271373336973?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111871271373336973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111871271373336973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111871271373336973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111871271373336973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/more-on-game-im-so-obsessed.html' title='More on the Game (I&apos;m so obsessed)'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111863122823581782</id><published>2005-06-12T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T20:05:14.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam Brody Can't tell a story and other unrelated gossip</title><content type='html'>I saw this shit in a magazine and decided I would raise awareness on this whiny little boy's stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;This is a quote from Adam Brody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"My first commercial was for a medication grade acne [treatment]. They had to put me in like two hours of make-up … I've never seen it, but my friends have seen it. They did a 'before' and 'after' in the commercial and I started out with a lot of acne. And then they go to 'after' and I was like, 'Well at least the audience will know that I really don't have huge boils on my face because we'll clean it off.' And they were like, 'Well, actually not so, buddy, because you'd have tons of acne scars.' So then I hug my mom and I'm all like pock-marked. That's in existence somewhere and $100 to whoever finds it! I've never seen it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck? I had to read that through about 4 times until I actually figured out that I didn't get what the fuck he was talking about at all. So then I hug my mom and I'm all like pock- marked? What the hell is he trying to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok heres one on christian slater. This guy is about....I dunno 30 or 40? But hell he's not a very good actor.The unnamed 52-year-old victim who was allegedly grabbed by Slater says she is pursuing legal action against him because he angrily ordered her not to press charges instead of apologizing. The funny thing about this whole story is that the woman's ass that Christian Slater grabbed was 52-years old. My God. What jury in the world is ever going to believe that anybody would want to grab a 52-year old's ass, let alone Christian Slater? Seriously, that's gross. In my point of view, Christian Slater is gonna get off easy on this. Who the fuck would touch some 52 year old womans ass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo oo. I found some footage of the new superman movie!! Here we see Superman...or Clark Kent on his farm in Smallville throwing a baseball a couple of hundred miles. It looks pretty cool except that I’m not sure why it’s a big deal if a guy throws a baseball this far. One time I saw some cowboys abusing their horses and I threw a barn this far with all the mean cowboys inside and then I rescued all the horses and ponies and bunnies. And then I shed a single tear for the children. And did I mention that I’m a former model who comes from tremendous wealth but I walked away from all that and my father (the Colonel) has tried to buy my love but I’ve rejected that kind of opulent lifestyle. He wants me to come work at the firm, but all I care about is helping the abused animals. And the children. You can view the video &lt;a href="http://www.bluetights.net/video_large.php?id=14"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; if you want. But there is no way to view a video on me throwing that barn with all the mean cowboys. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Confused&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Game of Love- Santana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111863122823581782?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111863122823581782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111863122823581782&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111863122823581782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111863122823581782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/adam-brody-cant-tell-story-and-other.html' title='Adam Brody Can&apos;t tell a story and other unrelated gossip'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10973793.post-111860515258415296</id><published>2005-06-12T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:39:12.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCORE!!</title><content type='html'>I'm getting the game today!! That's if walmart has it....I'm not sure but I'm gonna make my parents shop around for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find it whether they like it or not&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10973793-111860515258415296?l=bit-punk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/feeds/111860515258415296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10973793&amp;postID=111860515258415296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111860515258415296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10973793/posts/default/111860515258415296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bit-punk.blogspot.com/2005/06/score.html' title='SCORE!!'/><author><name>Scribbler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01644483856289944533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c323/barajasd/radiohead_bear_blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
