<?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-6388302</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:27.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>t3h cr4t0r</title><subtitle type='html'>I like swords.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-115978343392604941</id><published>2006-10-02T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T03:03:53.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not dead.  Just didn't remember to post in this regularly.   D:&lt;br /&gt;Will update uh...soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-115978343392604941?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/115978343392604941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=115978343392604941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115978343392604941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115978343392604941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-115438170788293831</id><published>2006-07-31T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:35:07.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So uh.  More bitching!  I seem to be doing alot this summer.   :D&lt;br /&gt;First.  Math teacher.  She was on vacation and...shit and got back today, so I called for the oral component.  She wasn't there.  Ma started running at the mouth &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;as usual&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. saying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dumb shit about my sleep schedule.  It's summer.  I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to sleep regular hours.  Fuck you.  Then the teacher calls and gives me that 'tutor get? lol' shit.  I'm thinking, 'fuck off', and ma's like, 'call a tutor'.  I'm like, 'waste of time, just need to review', she's like, 'quit playing that fucking online game'.&lt;br /&gt;Now, people making &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; judgements about things I do pisses me the fuck off.  I've had her do that shit in front of teachers too.  Like this one time in sixth grade she said 'you can remember that Mario and Zelda stuff'-- urgh.  I felt like smacking her.  Maybe if the teachers'd spend less time putting together fancy-looking lessons and actually doing their fucking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;, I'd not fail!  I swear, bitch shoulda just dropped me.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="textnormal"&gt;When you go to an amusement park, you must plan ahead. If you don't have everything you need for the day, you might be wasting your time and money. Do you have sunscreen? Your wallet? Your camera with batteries and film?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="textnormal"&gt;To have a great time in this course, we must also plan ahead a little. Let's make sure we have the essential math skills that the remainder of the course will build on. We will review them and check them off just like packing a bag for a day of fun! &lt;/p&gt;Sunscreen?  For an amusement park?  Spend less time trying to sound fun, and more time just saying, 'Here's some things you need to know in order to pass this class'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if ma'd spend less time making shitty deductions and just say 'get to work', I wouldn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;such a grouchy fucker all the time.  God.  No matter how the fuck hard I try, she gives me a 'you can do better', or a 'sleep normal hours', or a 'quit spending so much time on WoW' bullshit line.  And I can't say jack shit cause she'll just start going on about how grouchy I am.  Not happening anymore.  I'm saying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is why people join the military.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-115438170788293831?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/115438170788293831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=115438170788293831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115438170788293831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115438170788293831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-115298539463809771</id><published>2006-07-15T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T10:51:03.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*whine whine whine*&lt;br /&gt;Summer sucked~ good thing I'm not returning this year.  No siree!  I'm getting a job!  And doing classes online!&lt;br /&gt;This will mostly be about classes online and how much they suck.  My mother tells me not to post stuff like this because THEY COULD BE MONITORING IT AND MIGHT GET OFFENDED AND FAIL YOU, but I assure her that if they were to fail students over such stupid, petty things, they'd get fired.&lt;br /&gt;So.  I'm doing Florida Virtual  Schools.   Got two classes, two teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT Prep&lt;br /&gt;Liberal Arts Mathematics  ( because Mr. Tracey was gay and failed me in geometry )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAT Prep  -  at first I thought the teacher'd be a total dick, but I've heard nothing but good things about my work from him.  So it's cool.  And I'm passing.&lt;br /&gt;Liberal Arts Mathematics  -  at first I thought, oh!  The teacher's an annoying bitch because she won't shut the fuck up and quit sending Emails.  So I make my goddamned welcome call, and SAY I WANT TO DO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRADITIONAL PACE&lt;/span&gt;, meaning I don't want to be rushed to hand in work, and what does she do but that?&lt;br /&gt;The first time is okay.  I didn't know I had to do work.  But I do six assignments, and she rides me for getting them wrong, then tells me I need to do up to 02.06.  I tell her this.  She's like, 'o ok well do them over again usk'.  So I do.  They're wrong.  She suggests I talk to the tutors.&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is what every math teacher, Mr. Halbert and possibly Tracey being exceptions, has done to me.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&gt; You failed your last...( insert assignment here ).  Any reason?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Math's not my strong point.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&gt; Well, we have tutors.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; *snort*&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&gt; What?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; What good are tutors but an environment to quietly do homework in?  They never help you; they just socialize with the other students and when you ask for help tell you to read passages from the textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&gt; If--&lt;br /&gt;Slutty McClitsludge&gt; *walks in, smelling like booze, cum, and smoke*  Yeah, yeah...I'm late.  My truck wouldn't start.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher&gt; Oh, god.  I'll deal with you later.&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt; Mmkay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we'd just have to have 2.0 or 2.5 credits to graduate math.  Most of the shit you learn in math courses is just pointless.  Not the basic stuff, but after that, who gives a fuck?&lt;br /&gt;And I had this Physical Fitness class.  Well...heh.  That was a whole 'nother story.  The teacher tried too hard to be all perky-happy, using CAPS WHENEVER POSSIBLE, and gave me a zero for asking how to finish an assignment she didn't provide adequate instructions on.  So I dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH.  Whatever.  Made a Greatest Journal.  It's so cool...blog sites always make me feel so nostalgic.  It reminds me of my uJournal, back when I was homeschooled.  Writing nonsense in it was so much fun, because that was all I did back then: nonsense&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  I'd just, like, post quiz results.  Maybe thoughts on the day.  But not much.&lt;br /&gt;And like yesterday I watched the Stargate SG-1 and Stargate Atlantis premieres.  Neat.  I hope I get to see Morena Baccarin soon.   ; ;!  And then I noticed something else.  Tori Higginson's breasts.  They are HUEG.  It's like she has XBOXES in her shirt.   =O  Large, meaty, squishy, milky XBoxes.  Add to that, she's adorable.  OH SHIT.  She might get offended by my thoughts on her body and SUE me.   =O!&lt;br /&gt;Right.  Might update later today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-115298539463809771?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/115298539463809771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=115298539463809771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115298539463809771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115298539463809771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/07/whine-whine-whine-summer-sucked-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-115250388743239738</id><published>2006-07-09T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T20:58:07.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People who don't like 4chan suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqDQ_9alECA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqDQ_9alECA" 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/6388302-115250388743239738?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/115250388743239738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=115250388743239738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115250388743239738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115250388743239738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/07/people-who-dont-like-4chan-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-115173976185511985</id><published>2006-07-01T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T01:23:25.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really lagged on that 'next post'.   XD&lt;br /&gt;Ayhemm.  More bitching.  Be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.  Umm.  My family came down here last month-- not all of them, but my uncle Jerry and his three bratty-assed daughters.  Also brought his girlfriend.  Whoop-dee-fucking-doo.&lt;br /&gt;They leave the brats down here and go to Tampa and get drunk or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I let the youngest, McKenna, watch TV in my room while her father talks to my mother.  I go out to get something, come back a half minute later, the little fucking cunt's got my wallet.  I say my money's not in there.  She decides to look.  She picks up a music box in my corner-- a Feng Shui arrangement, and digs through the money.  I figure, 'hey.  Kid's seven.  I can say anything and she'll give the money back'.  I tell her to give back the quarter she took out of it.  She refuses.  I say it's 'lucky money' and that I'll be 'poor and unlucky' if I don't get it back.  Little cuntpipe still doesn't yield.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Whore.  When you need money for food for your kids and I'm a rich author you're not getting jack shit.&lt;/span&gt;So I shrug it off.  Then they get Mustafa from work and go to the pool when he's home and watching TV.  I sit in my room and write.&lt;br /&gt;They come back and it's pizza time!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;.  This means I have to mix pizza dough.  Samantha, the oldest  ( I remember her when she was but a fetus ), makes a snide crack when I misread the directions.  I wanna make her jaw crack but remember that I have to be nice because she's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; means you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obligated to be nice even when they try to kill you&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not nice to anybody.  &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I shrug off the comment and ma and I begin chopping ingredients.  Kenna takes it upon herself to take HANDFULS OF THE STUFF and eat them.  Then, with spitty hands, take some more.  And she didn't even wash her hands correctly.  They decorate their pizzas, Mustafa and I wait for ours, and while I'm putting the pizzas in the oven, the brat says she wants to help and I almost get burned.  But, y'know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;!  She keeps asking to help like a million times and we put her and Emily on the computer.  Emily's the second-oldest/youngest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Middle kid.&lt;br /&gt;Sam puts topping on a Jell-O cake and I have to install AIM for her.  Because she's at the 'cravin dicks' age of fourteen or whatever and dresses like a slut according to her mother.  And has to talk.  About boyth and thtuff.  But her mother's a rude cuntbag and 'dresses like a slut' could mean 'dresses like a nun'.  Pizzas are finished, I don't eat most of mine because it probably has shigella on it.  Kenna wants to watch cartoons again.  Okay.  So she farts in my room.  On my chair.  With a fabric pad.  FABRIC.  GASES SEEP INTO FABRIC.  She spends like fifteen minutes farting and laughing like fucking nails on a chalkboard.  TYAHAHAHA!  I hate little kids and I hate their laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I spend fifteen minutes gassing my room.  Ma wonders what's so funny and lols.  I make an Italian 'fuck you' gesture.  I don't know what the fuck the brat was watching.  Some gay Fairly Oddparents shit with some gayer live action preteen drama with kids being all 'boyfriend  ^^' and shit.  You don't understand love at twelve.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the commercial for Monster House or something.  Looked stupid.  Seriously.  If you're gonna make a movie, make a GOOD ONE WITH EITHER GOOD ANIMATED WORK OR A FUCKING LIVE ACTION SET.  None of this gay CG shit like on Finding Nemo or stupid clay like on Tim Burton's movies.  Fucking hate Tim Burton.  All the emo kids like him.  Jack off in circles while watching his stuff and cut.&lt;br /&gt;She looks at Bob Mk. II's screen.  Insults my wallpaper of Trish from Devil May Cry, saying 'she's gross'.  I wanted to say she was gross too but you know.   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;!  She tries going through my stuff and I tell her no.   She says 'why', I say 'it's my stuff; it's rude to go through other people's belongings'.  THEN BRATS GO TO POOL AGAIN!  I follow.  No idea why.  Read How to Win Friends and Influence People.  Boring.  Listen to Sam talk about school.  Kenna tries to disturb my rest.  Annoying little fucker from some other building acts all loud and stuff.  I think he's the one who dances at the doorway to the school bus and blocks traffic.  Brat.  I decide to go home five minutes before everyone else does.  Go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I pine for  a few minutes, remembering that Alyce didn't like little kids.  I don't&lt;br /&gt;like little kids either.  She was a really nice girl.  I was lucky she even treated me with respect... I didn't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So I pined, then slept, got up, and the brats left at like twelve so they could go to Bush Gardens before it closed due to storms or something.  I dunno.  Before I left ma was like, 'oh yeah.  If you want you can come back any time.  That way Kenna can fart in Mikey's room again! LOLOLOL'  needless to say I felt like punching everybody for laughing.  The only kid who didn't give me shit was Emily.  She was good.  She was well-behaved.  Everyone else was a brat.&lt;br /&gt;So the rest of the month I played Baldur's Gate and slept.  Now I'm playing WoW and doing homework.  I dropped fitness.&lt;br /&gt;More bitching later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-115173976185511985?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/115173976185511985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=115173976185511985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115173976185511985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115173976185511985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-lagged-on-that-next-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-115107426380072972</id><published>2006-06-23T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T07:51:03.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fireflyday.com/"&gt;I aim to misbehave.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Happy Serenity Day!&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-115107426380072972?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/115107426380072972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=115107426380072972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115107426380072972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115107426380072972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-aim-to-misbehave.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-115070541882186628</id><published>2006-06-19T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:24:33.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sleep now.  I post later.  Bai bai~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-115070541882186628?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/115070541882186628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=115070541882186628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115070541882186628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/115070541882186628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-sleep-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-114958596078782114</id><published>2006-06-05T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T14:16:40.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so...alot's happened since January. Don't quite know where to begin. I guess with January? :D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - Nothing much, just the first month of the second semester. Wasted time in all my classes, made new friends. Also got assigned my reserach paper.&lt;br /&gt;February - Uhh. Looked for jobs and felt bitter during Valentine's Day. Told Jesse, 'yeah. I feel bitter', and she told me I needed to get laid. I think Cory came over this month or during March. I dunno. Either way he pretty much told me that China needed to be blown up because 'they're bad', that the Middle Easterners are bad... I told him that, if he were living under whatever circumstances the folks over there lived in, that he too would obey, and then he said that he'd like to do the stuff on Fullmetal Alchemist, but 'not be all devil and stuff'. Then I somehow slipped in a comment about how stupid Americans are and he was trying to tell me that the IQ scale went from 0-100, and I was like, 'The limit far exceeds one-hundred. My sister's was at one-hundred and sixty five before they stopped testing her when she was ten. Explain that.'. He fell silent. Then the rest of the time he pirated my games onto some device and bitched about his girlfriend. Also went through my Myspace and sifted through all my friends, asking me who was who, and when he reached Kaitlyn said she was hot. He also pretty much figured out she was the one I spoke of when I said, 'I like her but she's taken.'. He told me to make some scheme up that'd seperate her from her boyfriend and I told him to fuck off. Pig. ...now I forgot if I had anything else to say. Oh well. XD&lt;br /&gt;March - Bleh, this month was okay. Managed to buy meself the entire series of Firefly on DVD! Also saw friends in the mall a few times. I believe I met Alyce this month. She was so lovely... Then a fangirl of mine had me go to her quinceñera, and another to her house over Spring Break. Her mother told me I was unhealthy and the fangirl bitched when I beat her in games. Incompetent potato cunts.&lt;br /&gt;April - Urr. Hana invited me to JACON on the first. Thought it was an April Fool's joke. Wasn't. Research paper handed in on the first or something I think. My birthday was on the eleventh. Got Kingdom Hearts II and some money. Also got a shirt from my aunt with detachable letters and three skip days, followed by one day at school and then I think a school holiday. Win~ Then Cory fucking IMed me like a million times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Session Start (UltimaBob1337:XDisasterPieceXO): Mon Apr 24 20:47:20 2006&lt;br /&gt;[20:47] XDisasterPieceXO: sppon &lt; Spell 'Spoon' right.&lt;br /&gt;[20:47] *** Auto-response sent to XDisasterPieceXO: Friends come over, put game on&lt;br /&gt;Argue then we lay bets down&lt;br /&gt;Got bag of chips and case up bud&lt;br /&gt;Should last 'till end of first peri'ud&lt;br /&gt;[20:47] XDisasterPieceXO: get back &lt; That I must listen to your nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;[20:47] Ultimabob1337: Hm? &lt; What?&lt;br /&gt;[20:47] XDisasterPieceXO: she broke up with me... &lt; Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;[20:47] Ultimabob1337: Someone bleedin'? &lt; If someone's bleeding, giving me money, or dead, then I'll listen. Otherwise, it's a big waste of my time.&lt;br /&gt;[20:47] XDisasterPieceXO: she broke up with me.... &lt; I heard you the first time fuckface.&lt;br /&gt;[20:48] Ultimabob1337: Not bleedin', are either of you? &lt; Get the picture yet? I don't care. This doesn't concern me.&lt;br /&gt;[20:48] XDisasterPieceXO: she broke up with me 6 months &lt; Six months? Laughable. There are people who have been together much longer, and they were seperated by means far more tragic.&lt;br /&gt;[20:48] XDisasterPieceXO: gone &lt; ORLY?&lt;br /&gt;[20:48] XDisasterPieceXO: I love her dude &lt; Yeah. Is that why you made out with her in front of her parents?&lt;br /&gt;[20:48] XDisasterPieceXO: its not fair &lt; Wah wah wah. Suck it up you pussy.&lt;br /&gt;[20:48] XDisasterPieceXO: never giving my heart away again&lt; BLOOL&lt;br /&gt;[20:49] Ultimabob1337: All I gotta say's life ain't fair. &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20:49] XDisasterPieceXO: I love her so much &lt; SHUT. UP.&lt;br /&gt;[20:50] Ultimabob1337: If you love something, you have to set it free. If it comes back...you know the rest, right? &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20:53] XDisasterPieceXO: its not fair dude I know lifes not fair &lt; THEN SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;[20:53] XDisasterPieceXO: but I cant take it &lt; Sometimes I don't think I can take a poop and then I do.&lt;br /&gt;[20:53] XDisasterPieceXO: I have no place to go &lt; Are you coming on to me.&lt;br /&gt;[20:53] Ultimabob1337: Well, suicide's no answer. Got that straight? &lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20:54] XDisasterPieceXO: its not suicide &lt; Damn.&lt;br /&gt;[20:54] XDisasterPieceXO: I have no place to go at school &lt; Go to the bathroom and poop, you'll feel better.&lt;br /&gt;[20:54] Ultimabob1337: Ah. &lt; Don't care~&lt;br /&gt;[20:54] Ultimabob1337: ...classes? :/ &lt; LOLRESPONSEOFTHECENTURY&lt;br /&gt;[20:54] XDisasterPieceXO: my friends hang out in the same areas as her.... &lt; Sweet! So because you broke up I don't have to listen to you?&lt;br /&gt;[20:55] Ultimabob1337: Well, y'say anything really rotten to her? &lt; I say rotten things to people all the time. Then I have to sit next to them.&lt;br /&gt;[20:55] XDisasterPieceXO: its not that &lt; What then.&lt;br /&gt;[20:56] Ultimabob1337: Well, shouldn't be a problem then. You can still be friends, right? &lt; Just because you can't suck on her braces in front of her parents doesn't mean you can't be friends.&lt;br /&gt;[20:56] XDisasterPieceXO: not right now &lt; I thought he didn't wanna talk anymore. So relieved.&lt;br /&gt;[20:57] Ultimabob1337: Hm? &lt; Then...&lt;br /&gt;[20:57] XDisasterPieceXO: we are friends but I cant see her right now &lt; How does that make sense.&lt;br /&gt;[20:58] XDisasterPieceXO: I hafta skip 3rd &lt; add, 'So I can poop.'&lt;br /&gt;[20:58] Ultimabob1337: Ah. &lt; There's a bug on my screen.&lt;br /&gt;[20:59] Ultimabob1337: Why y'gotta skip third? &lt; Acting like I care...&lt;br /&gt;[21:00] XDisasterPieceXO: she sits next to me in 3rd &lt; Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;[21:00] Ultimabob1337: Ah. &lt; UALEUALEUALEUALE&lt;br /&gt;[21:00] Ultimabob1337: You don't have to. Just make an agreement: no animosity, just act like classmates or sompin. &lt; Yeah, pussy.&lt;br /&gt;[21:00] XDisasterPieceXO: I cant handle seeing her &lt; I can't handle seeing people either. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;[21:01] Ultimabob1337: Your grade won't be able to handle absences. &lt; Ask me, I know.&lt;br /&gt;[21:01] XDisasterPieceXO: im failing that class &lt; Okay.&lt;br /&gt;[21:01] XDisasterPieceXO: anyways &lt; LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE HAVE A WINNER.&lt;br /&gt;[21:02] Ultimabob1337: Hm? &lt; I get confused easily.&lt;br /&gt;Session Close (XDisasterPieceXO): Mon Apr 24 21:07:14 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Session Start (UltimaBob1337:XDisasterPieceXO): Wed May 10 15:46:25 2006&lt;br /&gt;[15:46] XDisasterPieceXO: i have decided to sink so low to ask any girl that moves out &lt; WHY MUST YOU FUCKING CONSTANTLY BE IN A RELATIONSHIP. NIGGA PLZ&lt;br /&gt;[15:46] XDisasterPieceXO: lol &lt; That's not funny. That shows what a creep you are.&lt;br /&gt;[15:46] XDisasterPieceXO: but no fat chicks &lt; That's about all you're gonna get.&lt;br /&gt;[15:46] Ultimabob1337: Why? It's not necessary to have someone at your side at all times. &lt; It hurts, yeah. But deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;[15:47] XDisasterPieceXO: well my makeout buddy moved &lt; ...&lt;br /&gt;[15:47] XDisasterPieceXO: :( &lt; Do you expect me to feel sorry?&lt;br /&gt;[15:48] Ultimabob1337: ...pitiful. &lt; HAY LOOK AT ME I MAEK OUT TO PROVE SOMETHING&lt;br /&gt;Session Close (XDisasterPieceXO): Wed May 10 15:49:06 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOGIC OF A NINTENDO FANBOY. SRRSLY YA RLY&lt;br /&gt;Then around the time I was gonna go to JACON we were having car trouble or something and I didn't have any money. So I didn't go. Oh well! At least I'd get to go to Metrocon, right? Also sometime during this month ma gave me three options after seeing my shitty grades. Stop fucking around and continue with public school, do homeschool and get a job, or get a GED, a job, and go to a community college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May - BLAH BLAH. According to Dakota Nick's a backstabber blahblahblah. Do nothing all month in school then learn that I'm failing English, get my heart broken yet again ( this time by Alyce ), get my pants signed, get Advent Children DVD and Street Fighter comic in the mail, skip a day and walk around Riverview looking for my asshole friends, pass my exams save Geometry, go home the last day and watch Andromeda then waste time trying to reformat the computer and finally order recovery discs. Also sleep alot and decide two days before finals that I'm gonna do homeschooling and get a job.&lt;br /&gt;June - Uh. Yeah. So far this month sucks. Reformatted alright, got everything reinstalled last friday, made my own account, installed Baldur's Gate and Tales of the Sword Coast and been playing it like mad, then I had to do Florida Virtual Schools stuff. Ghey. Hard to navigate, thinking of just doing the GED, community college, and and job. Getting money ma owes me next week. Gonna blow it at the mall on Black Isle games. YEAH. Didn't get to go to Metrocon because my friends were being colossal cocksuckers and wouldn't share a room with me. They're getting bit in the ass some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More bitching later.  I'm too tired to now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-114958596078782114?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/114958596078782114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=114958596078782114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/114958596078782114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/114958596078782114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-113667226561569754</id><published>2006-01-07T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:22:12.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Yarg.  This year sucks royally.  I don't know why-- school's okay for once.  Otherwise....it blows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mmkay, haven't updated in a while.  Will talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Holidays.  Yeah.  Let's see.   After Libby's memorial I went to Jared's house.  That was alot of fun and Dakota brought &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Soul Calibur III&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;. Then Halloween. It was okay. Just answered the door and gave people Wendy's coupons. Hana, her cute roomie, and Sharice were over for Thanksgiving. That was fun. Except it would've been more fun if Sharice weren't running off at the mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Finals were good, because I didn't have to deal with annoying sods in my old classes after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Then, break!  It starts out super-dee-duper!  You know, sleeping.  And playing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Street Fighter&lt;/i&gt; until my dick falls off.  Then Hana came over with Sharice and we dropped Sharice off.  It was okay, watched &lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ninja Turtles III&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; on SciFi and stuff.  Christmas was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Soul Calibur III&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; because whenever I went to buy it at the mall I'd get distracted and buy something else. XD Then two books on being an author, some Pocky, and a battery recharger. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; from Hana, because she let me use her guest account after Thanksgiving and stuff. Have other stuff STILL IN THE FUCKING MAIL. Making me a mite ornery, I might add. Got 80 bucks from Mustafa, too! So I'm now looking to buy either a DS or PSP. ON EBAY. Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Man that was quick.  Mm, I'm gonna post some quiz results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dphenreckson/1049377833_Hmiddleearthdwarvish.jpg" alt="Dwarvish" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Dwarvish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://quizilla.com/users/dphenreckson/quizzes/To%20which%20race%20of%20Middle%20Earth%20do%20you%20belong%3F/"&gt; To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;w00 Beards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/whiterosette/1037253979_Mrawpminsc.jpg" alt="Minsc" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You are Minsc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;A mighty warrior carefully mentored by the minature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Space Hamster Boo, you tend to attack more than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;you think.  You are nevertheless a great ally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and put up with quite a bit from those you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;count as companions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;You are definitely to be counted as a good guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://quizilla.com/users/whiterosette/quizzes/Which%20Baldur" 3f=""&gt; Which Baldur's Gate character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Minsc is awesome.   :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Breakfast Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life mostly resembles The Breakfast Club. You like to hang out with lots of different people. You are a bit of a trouble maker, and have probably ended up in detention more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/80s_life_piechart-3-0-4-3-2.jpg" alt="What 80s Movie does your life resemble?  (Piechart) - QuizGalaxy.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=62"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;*throws balogna*   :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="450"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You are John Bender from the Breakfast Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/bender.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are tough and like to annoy people. You are into drugs and making your principal look like a loser, and at the same time win the heart of the Prom Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=21"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm tough and annoying, yeah.   &gt;=O!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" src="http://images.quizilla.com/L/littlehynerian/1060478797_aPicsAeryn.jpg" alt="Aeryn" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Aeryn Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" href="http://quizilla.com/users/littlehynerian/quizzes/What%20Farscape%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; What Farscape character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Claudia Black's such a hottie.   &lt;3&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stargate SG-1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;, cos she'll be in it as a member of SG-1~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/gimli_.jpg" height="190" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm Gimli! &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/elvenevenstar/whoareyou.html"&gt;Who are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by &lt;img src="http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif" height="17" width="17" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/eikocarolchan"&gt;eikocarolchan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;w00 Gimli's awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AquaRose03/quizzes/What%20do%20people%20remember%20you%20by%3F%20%28anime%20pics%29/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AQ/AQU/AquaRose03/1128900384_sFanArt034.jpg" alt="..." border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AquaRose03/quizzes/What%20do%20people%20remember%20you%20by%3F%20%28anime%20pics%29/"&gt;What do people remember you by? (anime pics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;People remember you by your sad expression. One glance at you and they're stunned by &lt;center&gt;your cold beauty. I'm sorwy for what may have happened to have you feel so cold on the&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;inside.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apologizing is dumb if you meant what you did or said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TheCountessOfOle/1082203685_gate-Tealc.jpg" alt="HASH(0x8596a44)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are Teal'c. No offense, but you have a rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;boring personality and are quite outlandish in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;your actions and mindset. You are slow to learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;new things and have a very odd/off sense of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;humor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TheCountessOfOle/quizzes/Which%20character%20from%20Stargate%20SG-1%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; Which character from Stargate SG-1 are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/ktdid8819/1088458857_entsfdfddf.jpg" alt="HASH(0x8c479a4)" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are the ex-First Prime of Apophis Teal'c. You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;are silent but deadly and you do not follow the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;crowd. you don't seem to undtsand most jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and you wear your heart on you shoulders.You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;are a great warrior and a very revered friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ktdid8819/quizzes/Which%20Stargate%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; Which Stargate Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/maryavatar/1040050267_arangelika.jpg" alt="angelika" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are Angelika!  The crazy lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/maryavatar/quizzes/Which%20Andromeda%20Bimbo%20of%20the%20Week%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; Which Andromeda Bimbo of the Week are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If I remember she was really cute and really annoying.&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/6388302-113667226561569754?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/113667226561569754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=113667226561569754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/113667226561569754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/113667226561569754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2006/01/yarg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-113079464595946122</id><published>2005-10-31T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T17:02:49.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um.  This goes to whoever the motherfuck is spamming my posts with their shitty job offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/dismemberd.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.  Stop it.  I don't want a job.  I want my friend to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real post following this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-113079464595946122?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/113079464595946122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=113079464595946122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/113079464595946122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/113079464595946122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/10/um.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-112975585851218216</id><published>2005-10-19T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:05:47.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Libby died friday night in her sleep, and because of that, I realized I have to stop taking my life for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I messaged Kaitlyn on Myspace, and she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;....I don't really know how to begin this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'm a friend of Charles's, and you've probably seen me walking around school last year. I don't know what you thought of me, but I thought you were beautiful-- to put it bluntly, I had a crush on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I tried all last year to tell you how I felt, or at least make friends, but whenever I gathered enough courage to say anything, I'd get nervous and forget what it was I wished to say. Hell, even now I'm scared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Now that I no longer go to the same school, I find it alot easier to be honest and tell people I no longer see everyday what was really on my mind at what time, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I hope I'm not asking much of you, but....please reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What she said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey..I definitely remember you. Who couldn't remember the kid who would walk around and poke people with his spoon ;D Unforunately, I never had the chance to be poked, but maybe some other time... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; You totally made my day in writing me this letter. I never really talked to you, but I'm sure you're a cool kid, and your compliments are pretty phucking nice...to put it bluntly :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; What school do you go to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wee~ so happy.  So happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happiness aside....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b327/KuuenbuXero/libby.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rest well, Libby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;September 1, 1990  -  October 15, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizzes and a long survey later.&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/6388302-112975585851218216?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/112975585851218216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=112975585851218216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112975585851218216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112975585851218216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/10/libby-died-friday-night-in-her-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-112823021718760082</id><published>2005-10-01T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T22:16:57.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cut from LJ!  Will update later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I saw Serenity firday!  And it was luike:   =O!  It was good.  Lots of shit blowing up and shit.  But now &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; want a cute girlfriend with mental problems who's capable of kicking ass and finding out dirty secrets.&lt;br /&gt;Yea, River = hawt&lt;br /&gt;So~ then I fall asleep sometime at home during Stargate SG-1's second airing.  I wake up saturday.  Take a shower and shit.  Then after some time, go to Goodwill and buy an awesome coat.  Then I go to Sarasota Square Mall and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked by this table and some girls shouted 'hot! Hot! rawr! Hawt!'  No idea what their problem was.  I think they were attracted to me because of the coat and my hawt olive skin and curly hair and wanted my penis in their vaginas.   :/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I'm a &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/givingtehboidy.jpg"&gt;male&lt;/a&gt; version of &lt;a href="http://content.kapook.com/hilight/pic3/534-5-k_4.jpg"&gt;Miwa Oshiro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see Adam, Chris, and some guy with leather, studs, and a spiky mowhawk.  We try getting Chris into a group hug buyt he says he doesn't want to, so Adam, the guy, and I have a group hug with Chris out of it.  btw Adam did a tarot reading on Chris and Chris came out gay every time.   XD  But that's because the choir is gay and the boys there give each other blowjobs like Fortner does to James, but that could be because they're both losers.   :/  So after that Adam wants to call his friend outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  We go up to a little kid on the rocking car thingies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Mother of Kids: &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: &lt;b&gt;Watch how fast you're going&lt;/b&gt;!  You might hit a &lt;b&gt;kid&lt;/b&gt;!  ....eighty in a twenty speed zone.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: XD;&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks at mother* *looks at Adam* *looks back at mother* .... *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  Adam decides he wants to scare as many people as possible before leaving!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  Adam sees a group of kids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I forgot what happened here.  It ended in Adam being told to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  We walk past an Air Conditioned capsule&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls: *see me* *pound on glass*&lt;br /&gt;me: *looks* *shrug* .... *continues walking*&lt;br /&gt;Chris: Hey, those girls were pounding on the glass.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *runs up to glass* *presses self on glass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  We get outside&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ehh, I run inside, hold a phone conversation with Adam about his mom and mine having penises and me having sucked his mother's the night before.  I run outside on the opposite side of the mall, see Adam, and grab him.  So we sit again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Girl in Miniskirt: *walks by*&lt;br /&gt;me: *thinking* Is there a pop machine...?  I'm thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girl is out of earshot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Aww!  I coulda said 'hey, baby, wanna fuck a fat man in an overcoat?'.  Wait, you're not fat!  You-- you need to eat more Americans!  Or are you Russian?  Tsk, you make me sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  Adam tries my coat on&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Hey, Spoonie, lemme see your coat.&lt;br /&gt;me: *takes it off* Phew! *throws at Adam*&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *puts it on* It smells like Spoonie-- &lt;b&gt;oh my god!&lt;/b&gt;  It's all sweaty!&lt;br /&gt;me: Thanks~  &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *goes into frame and mirror shop* *looks in mirror* .... *flashing motion* *evil laugh* *runs outside acting like he's just shoplifted*&lt;br /&gt;Old Man: .... &gt;=O&lt;br /&gt;me: *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chris and I follow Adam.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Hmm....I gotta act like I'm flashing people.  Except this time people I know.  Last time I got arrested.&lt;br /&gt;me: Arrested...?   XD;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Aha! *runs by old people* *FLASH!*&lt;br /&gt;Old People: ...?&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *runs by kid's play area* *FLASH!*&lt;br /&gt;Kids: *scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam runs a loop around the play area and returns to Chris and I.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Hey, I should act like I'm shoplifting!&lt;br /&gt;me:  No.  You shouldn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then Adam flashes friends of his in the Food Court.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  Adam, Chris, and I are in the Food Court.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *leaps on me*&lt;br /&gt;me: Uh?!&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Hey, let's piggyback!&lt;br /&gt;me: Okay.  Try again.&lt;br /&gt;Adam: *hop!*&lt;br /&gt;me: Jesus! *running around* *next to Disney Store/GAP* *drops Adam* Augh, gotta rest.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: *takes pack off Adam* Now try!  You know how heavy my bag was last year, I had you lift it!&lt;br /&gt;me: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam and I piggyback again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;After~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I feel light!   ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  Adam, Chris, and I find Nick.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris: *walks up to Nick in my coat*&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Where'd you get that?&lt;br /&gt;me: Sup.  *takes out spoon* SPOOKDOUKEN!&lt;br /&gt;Spoon: bounce!&lt;br /&gt;Nick: Could you get me a fork and napkins, please?&lt;br /&gt;me: k *strides to Mandarin Express* *waits in line*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Line disperses.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: HELLO&lt;br /&gt;me: May I take a fork, please?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Feel free to!&lt;br /&gt;me: And some napkins, please?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: *hands over*&lt;br /&gt;me: Thanks.  Later. *stride over to Nick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  Adam, Chris, and I are at the Cellphone Cover stand and Lotion Kiosk.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOOBITY BLAH-BLAH CONVERSATION.  WITH PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Adam covers my spoon in eight lotions, we go to the bathroom and he acts like he's threatening me to put on a dress, we walk out.  Chris shows me the nerve in my back, Adam tells me to look at him because he shit out a chair, girl from Coffee Shop tells Adam to return chair, Adam wonders what'd happen if he asks to buy chairs from restaurants.  Blah blah Adam falls in a play fight with Chris, guard sees them, I go 'I'm outta here', nod to guy at phone kiosk, walk up to guy at kiosk hting.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: ....those're my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: HEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Action  -  Nick, Dakota, Mitch, and Steven find me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG SWEATY MAN-HUGS.  AND AN FF TACTICS PARTY ARRANGEMENT.  I get to be Algus~ We go harass Harlee at JC Penny's~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE HIDE BEHIND SOME PPLZ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: My leg hurts.   ;__;&lt;br /&gt;Dakota: Mine too.&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: wut&lt;br /&gt;me: *shruglaff*&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: Whateva-bla-bla.&lt;br /&gt;me: *bunny ears Dakota*&lt;br /&gt;Old Lady: Whateva-bla-bla.&lt;br /&gt;one of us: Oh, shit!  She saw us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;WE SCATTERexceptforSteve&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve: *finds us*&lt;br /&gt;everyone: OHOHO!  u stood their lawl&lt;br /&gt;me: Your intelligence at one?&lt;br /&gt;Steve: *something about my face in his penis and one or something*&lt;br /&gt;me: OKAY! *kneels over, face-in-Steven's-crotch*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat in front of Hot Topic and everyone played their DS and I wandered and shit.  THEN, MOTHERFUCKERS.  Then.&lt;br /&gt;I enter Gamestop and buy Shadow Hearts II.  Guys and I chew some fat, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: blah blah what u get from eb&lt;br /&gt;me: *holdsu p SFII Anniversary Collection strategy guide*&lt;br /&gt;CONVERSATION.&lt;br /&gt;guy: we're buying EB!&lt;br /&gt;guy2: yea&lt;br /&gt;I TELL THEM ABOUT BEING UP NORTH AND SHIT AND FUNCOLAND AND GOING BACK AND WHERE THE HELL'S FUNCOLAND AND GUY SAYS I WAS FROM WISCONSON BLAH BLAH.  CHRIS FARLEY.  I buy Shadow Hearts II.&lt;br /&gt;guy: blah blah played first one?  blah blah&lt;br /&gt;me: N~ay.&lt;br /&gt;guy: o dam blah blah if play first one get second free something-soem,thing&lt;br /&gt;me: o like we &lt;3 katamari&lt;br /&gt;guy2: wanna playh that&lt;br /&gt;me: yea play katamari damacy can transfer constellations to we &lt;3 katamari so can roll up Sun for dog&lt;br /&gt;MORE CONVERSATION.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Hey, wanna buy a discount card?&lt;br /&gt;me: What's the cost?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Fourteen bucks!&lt;br /&gt;me: Nah, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: *lists MOTHERFUCKING AWESOME ADVANTAGES*&lt;br /&gt;me: AAH, screw it.  Have at it! *hurls another twenty*&lt;br /&gt;MORE CHEWING FAT.&lt;br /&gt;guy: Ok  *gives out MOTHERFUCKING AWESOME EXTRAS*  TOO BAD I CANT USE THE 10% OFF ONE&lt;br /&gt;me: Ah, because y'work here?&lt;br /&gt;guy, 1: *nod*   D:&lt;br /&gt;me: Ahh, getcherselves fired!  G'work at McDonald's!&lt;br /&gt;guy: No~ I like working here.&lt;br /&gt;me: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;guy1: HEY WANT AN APP&lt;br /&gt;me: k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got an app~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-112823021718760082?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/112823021718760082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=112823021718760082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112823021718760082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112823021718760082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/10/cut-from-lj-will-update-later.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-112502418906588475</id><published>2005-08-25T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T19:47:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>w00, Capcom vs SNK 2 came in the mail today.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/6388302-112502418906588475?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/112502418906588475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=112502418906588475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112502418906588475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112502418906588475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/08/w00-capcom-vs-snk-2-came-in-mail-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-112482873904177560</id><published>2005-08-23T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:25:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.  So today I skipped.  I was given two skip days by ma, so I decided to plan them around the daily rotations on Sci-Fi.  So if Andromeda or Roar are on, I'll skip.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything.  Still waiting for my Capcom vs SNK 2 to come in the mail.   ;__;  I ordered from Kana Direct this time, because the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time, they were fast.  Like, I order and bam-- it's there.  But this time it's all....HAY MIKE WANNA PLAY CVS2.  TOO BAD CANT FUCKER!   &lt;&lt;3  That didn't make any sense, did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, yeah.  School!  Whoo.  Still sucks.  Algebra's easy because the teacher just gives us good grades on homework regardless of how badly we do, or even if we copy out of our textbooks.  My science teacher's kind of a self-righteous cunt, but he's okay.  Spanish is easy-- took it two years ago, derr.  History's also easy.  Lunch is gay.  It's thirty minutes.  Jared said it's like that at RHS too.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't have anything useful to say now, and I'm just gonna bitch or something.  So here're &lt;s&gt;STD's&lt;/s&gt; quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, no good quizzes.  Go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-112482873904177560?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/112482873904177560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=112482873904177560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112482873904177560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112482873904177560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-112408182429114254</id><published>2005-08-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T21:57:04.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tooked pictures of myself.   =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/YY.jpg"&gt;This is me flipping the you off.   :/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0006.jpg"&gt;I can use Messatsu Hadoukens just like Gouki.   :O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/HAJITOSHINE.jpg"&gt;I can also make 'TEN' symbols come from my shirt.   ;O&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah~ first week of school sucked.  Same as with any first week.  First day I decided to sit under the media center and got invited to sit with some girl from California and a guy from New York.  Then the girl asked me if I had a girlfriend.  I was going to tell her the details about Kaitlyn and what happened, but I decided not to.   -__-;  By now, I know you're probably think of where I'm going to go with this, but I'm not.   XD;  &lt;s&gt;I'm bitter because of what happened to Kaitlyn.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halbert: He's really good.  We took this test last week and some of us couldn't answer anything; he went and found out where we got stuck and is going to help us.&lt;br /&gt;Porvaznik: He kinda reminds me of Matt....he's really high-strung and all that.  He wanted to borrow a lighter from me last tuesday for his TA's birthday and I humored him by searching my bag.   XD  Everyone thought I had one, too!&lt;br /&gt;Azerad: Ehh, got assigned the wrong teacher, had to wait a day in Velez's class, this is the result, pretty much.  Pudgy multilingual French woman.&lt;br /&gt;Bauman: He's really good, too.  He's brief, but thorough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one of Bauman's lectures about Independence Day, he mentioned it being a day in which things explode.  I said something about small animals and he went, 'ugh, gotta have a devil-worshipper in &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; class.   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POINTS!111&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Hana finally got a job and shit.  SO I GET PAID BACK in small amounts&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna order Capcom vs SNK 2 tomorrow.  I don't know what I'm gonna do with the rest of my money.  Now, I should do my homework.   -__-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-112408182429114254?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/112408182429114254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=112408182429114254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112408182429114254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112408182429114254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-tooked-pictures-of-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-112341569567505574</id><published>2005-08-07T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T19:54:11.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ehh, this Summer sucked. Six weeks at somewhere I didn't want to be, and two weeks wasting time at home, doing nothing. Saw Dukes of Hazzard friday with Omar. We were gonna see The Island, but we didn't. So we got the tickets at seven-something, and went into the theater for The Island and waited till eight, then left and went to Dukes. It was ok. Nothing too serious, and Jessica's a surprisingly good actress. Hana saw it too, and said it reminded her of Idii and Rick. Uhh. Speaking of which, moved her into a new apartment like, two weeks ago I think. And nearly killed myself because of her fucking monitor. She didn't do anything, as usual. And ma was all: oh! Yeah. You're getting weak Mike. So I made the Italian 'fuck you' sign and she was all like: =O .... XD . Mustafa was like: man. Her old apartment's a fucking pigstye. ( we had to clean it ) I wonder how her new one'll be in a few months? I said to give it two days. Well, at least she has a cute roomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole this from some guy's ChocoJournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;First job: what?&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: BobX3&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased tape: Ocean sounds or something.&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: hamster I think.&lt;br /&gt;First credit card: what.  EB Edge for 2003 I guess.&lt;br /&gt;First true love: ...?&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: Tommy McKenna. He used to pick on me because I was a fat kid. Now I've thinned out and gotten taller, he's stayed short. He's afraid of me.&lt;br /&gt;First big trip: Rockford to Vegas.  I was seven.&lt;br /&gt;First concert: what?  Wait....fourth grade....nope.&lt;br /&gt;First musician: first musician fucked?  Well, I was hoping for Koda Kumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;Last big car ride: from Orlando/Casino.&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: ...?&lt;br /&gt;Last library book checked out: hah!&lt;br /&gt;Last movie seen: The Dukes of Hazzard.&lt;br /&gt;Last beverage drank: Sam's Choice Grapefruit.&lt;br /&gt;Last food consumed: stolen brownie.&lt;br /&gt;Last phone call: ma.&lt;br /&gt;Last CD played: burnt.&lt;br /&gt;Last annoyance: my sister not getting a job and making ma pay her rent.&lt;br /&gt;Last soda drank: Sam's Choice Grapefruit.&lt;br /&gt;Last ice cream eaten: heh.  I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;Last time scolded: see below postplz&lt;br /&gt;Last shirt worn: Megatokyo one.&lt;br /&gt;Last website visited: Misfile...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ____:&lt;br /&gt;I AM: hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: my fucking five hundred dollars.  And a job.  And Rachel Luttrell.  And a chair like M. Bison's.  Man, that'd be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: no pants on?&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I could change a mistake I've made.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: &lt;s&gt;Zoroastrians&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: spiders, being forgotten, and really cute girls who'll make me feel guilty if I upset them.&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: fridge.&lt;br /&gt;I SEARCH: stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER: why hard-boiled eggs don't make me poop?&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: not telling that girl how I felt.  Now it can't be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: swords?  Derr&lt;br /&gt;I ACHE: sometimes my left nut hurts.   =O&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS: want to hit something.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: who I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: to Look to the Sky!   ^__^&lt;br /&gt;I SING: with a cracked voice.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: no matter how hard I want to, nothing ever comes out.&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT ALWAYS: pantsless?&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: stories.&lt;br /&gt;I WIN: stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I LOSE: your mom's vagina.  DOYDOYDOY~&lt;br /&gt;I CONFUSE: people.&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: to take a dump?&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: ....   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES or NO:&lt;br /&gt;YOU KEEP A DIARY: uhh. LiveJournal, ChocoJournal, Blogger.  Three&lt;br /&gt;YOU LIKE TO COOK: food.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE A SECRET YOU HAVE NOT SHARED WITH ANYONE: yes.   &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU...?:&lt;br /&gt;HAVE A CRUSH: Rachel Luttrell, Hana's roomie.&lt;br /&gt;WANT TO GET MARRIED: fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;GET MOTION SICKNESS: nope.&lt;br /&gt;THINK YOURE A HEALTH FREAK: nope.&lt;br /&gt;GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS: play fights lead to injuries.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THUNDERSTORMS: yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT HAIR COLOR: ....purple.  It appears brown, but if you look at it close enough, it's purple.  Golden bangs.&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: brown.&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHPLACE: Rockford, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES: stuff.&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: VAGINA.&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: grey.&lt;br /&gt;DAY: Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: ehh, December I guess.&lt;br /&gt;SONG(S): stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: Winter.&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Clearly Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREFERENCES:&lt;br /&gt;CUDDLE OR MAKE OUT: cuddle, duh.  Only Hot Topic goths make out.  In public.  ASK MADDOX.  HE SHARES MY PAIN.&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE MILK, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: eh.&lt;br /&gt;MILK, DARK OR WHITE CHOCOLATE: heheh.  Where?&lt;br /&gt;VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE: vaniller, or white chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 24 HRS, HAVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;CRIED?: no, and I haven't pooped either.&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE?: heh.&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTEN SICK?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;SAID 'I love you'?: hah.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER: W&lt;br /&gt;TALKED TO AN EX?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;MISSED AN EX?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;HAD A SERIOUS TALK?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;MISSED SOMEONE?: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE: nope.&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever:&lt;br /&gt;1. EAT A BUG?: gimme money.&lt;br /&gt;2. BUNGEE JUMP?: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;3. LOSE IT?: virginity? Some day or the other. If you mean, right now, that seriously depends on who the person in question is.&lt;br /&gt;4. KILL SOMEONE?: depends on what they did, and what I got paid.&lt;br /&gt;5. KISS SOMEONE OF THE SAME SEX?: Morgan almost made me.   &gt;__&gt;  And she wouldn't pay me, either!  Cheap bitch.&lt;br /&gt;6. PARACHUTE FROM A PLANE?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;7. WALK ON HOT COALS?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;8. GO OUT WITH SOMEONE FOR THEIR LOOKS?: hmm~&lt;br /&gt;9 . CHEAT ON SOMEONE?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;10. BE A VEGETARIAN?: for how long, and how much?&lt;br /&gt;11. WEAR PLAID WITH STRIPES?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;12. IM A STRANGER?: do it alot.&lt;br /&gt;13. SING KARAOKE?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;14. GET DRUNK OFF YOUR ASS?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;15. RUN A RED LIGHT?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;16. STAR IN A PORN VIDEO?: depends on who's in it, if I want to do those things with them, and what I got paid.&lt;br /&gt;17. DYE YOUR HAIR BLUE?: I guess.&lt;br /&gt;18. BE ON SURVIVOR?: fuck no.&lt;br /&gt;19. WEAR MAKEUP IN PUBLIC?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;20. NOT WEAR MAREUP IN PUBLIC?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;21. CHEAT ON A TEST?: I've done it before, and I've helped people do it.&lt;br /&gt;22. MAKE SOMEONE CRY?: depends on who, and how much I get.   &gt;__&gt;  As mean as I am, one thing I can't &lt;i&gt;stand&lt;/i&gt; is really cute girls crying.  That's one of the only things that make me feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;23. DATE SOMEONE MORE THAN 10 YEARS OLDER THAN YOU?: depends on who.&lt;br /&gt;24. STAY UP ALL NIGHT?: omg thats for bad kids lol.  No fucking shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, me, me:&lt;br /&gt;FULL NAME: w.&lt;br /&gt;AGE: 16.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL: Venice High.&lt;br /&gt;CITY: Venice.&lt;br /&gt;STATE: Florida.&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: 5'10"?&lt;br /&gt;EYE COLOR: brown.&lt;br /&gt;ORIGINAL HAIR COLOR: brown with purple undertones.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: my momma BBQ fried chicken, an' wattamelon, an' red beans an' rice, an' baked p'tatas, an' mashed p'tatas, an' corn on the cob, an' collard greens, an' malt liqua! ....milk fo' th'yungins, they's not old 'nuff t'drink malt liqua, and they sho' do loves they Mista T. Yeah, I like her fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this BBQ pizza I make.&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Chai Tea, Mountain Dew.&lt;br /&gt;CEREAL: Raisin Bran.&lt;br /&gt;RESTAURANT: Chipotlé.&lt;br /&gt;PARK: what?&lt;br /&gt;MOVIE(s): Manos the Hands of Fate, LotR trilogy, Drop Dead Fred, Army of Darkness.&lt;br /&gt;CANDY: *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;JUICE: *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;CARTOON: uh.  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;CITY: *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;BOOK: Girls of Gaming 2005 issue.  LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;GAME: FF Tactics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST...&lt;br /&gt;CRUSH: ...?&lt;br /&gt;LOVE: the one I was too weak to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;DATE: what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one:&lt;br /&gt;GLASSES OR CONTACTS: glasses.&lt;br /&gt;DRESS OR SKIRT: skoit.&lt;br /&gt;PANTS OR SHORTS: depends.&lt;br /&gt;SHOES OR SANDALS: depends.&lt;br /&gt;FOOD OR DRINK: drink because drinks make you pee and girls who can pee standing up make me hard.&lt;br /&gt;TV OR RADIO: teev.&lt;br /&gt;CELL PHONE OR COMPUTER: computer.&lt;br /&gt;DIARY OR JOURNAL: vagina.&lt;br /&gt;WALK OR RUN: my quick walking.&lt;br /&gt;VHS OR DVD: DVD.&lt;br /&gt;CD OR TAPE: CD.&lt;br /&gt;KISS OR HUG: depends.&lt;br /&gt;DRINK OR SMOKE: drink.&lt;br /&gt;MAKE OUT OR SEX: sex, long's there's cuddling and sweet talk afterwards.  You know, like on that one episode of Sliders.&lt;br /&gt;SING OR TALK: talk.&lt;br /&gt;DIAMOND OR GOLD: whichever gets me more money.&lt;br /&gt;CLOSED OR OPEN: what's closed, and what's open?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather...&lt;br /&gt;LIVE OR DIE: live.&lt;br /&gt;BE HAPPY OR SAD: duh.&lt;br /&gt;BE LONELY OR ALONE: lonely.  Being alone is a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE MANY FRIENDS OR ONE GREAT FRIEND: one.&lt;br /&gt;STAY AT HOME OR GO OUT: depends.&lt;br /&gt;SMILE OR LAUGH: smile.&lt;br /&gt;YELL OR SCREAM: yell.  Speed +1!&lt;br /&gt;DRAW OR WRITE: write.&lt;br /&gt;RUN AWAY OR MOVE AWAY: move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES OR NO…&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK?: uh.  Ma gave me alchohol &lt;s&gt;once&lt;/s&gt; twiceomg&lt;br /&gt;LOST SOMEONE?: depends.&lt;br /&gt;LEFT SOMEONE?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;DID ANYONE LEAVE YOU, EMOTIONALLY?: what?&lt;br /&gt;HURT SOMEONE?: heh.&lt;br /&gt;MADE SOMEONE CLOSE TO YOU CRY?: I think.&lt;br /&gt;FELL IN LOVE?: do I have to repeat myself?  Yes.  But I was too afraid to say anything.  Now someone's done something that &lt;b&gt;can't be fixed&lt;/b&gt;, no matter how much I want it to be. I know it's probably not my fault, but it'll haunt me and I'll blame myself until the day I die.&lt;br /&gt;CRIED OVER SOMEONE?: tears don't come.  I AM A STRONG MAN.  MEN DO NOT CRY.  LONE WOLF.  SPIRIT.  WATERMELON.&lt;br /&gt;TAKEN CARE OF A BABY?: &lt;b&gt;Q: What's the difference between a dead baby and a Styrofoam cup?&lt;br /&gt;A: A dead baby doesn't harm the atmosphere when you burn it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE BIG TIME?: &lt;s&gt;nobody likes me and I touch myself at night.&lt;/s&gt;  Okay, more like in the morning, and yes.&lt;br /&gt;PUSHED SOMEONE AWAY?: yes.   &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU COMPLICATED?: &lt;img src="http://rowin.misuzu.ca:81/image/1121615393189.gif"&gt;   This turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVE AWAY?: what?&lt;br /&gt;CRIED SO MUCH?: no. Hey, sometimes when I masturbate I hold my nuts because they're so big they get in the way. Do any of you have to do that?&lt;br /&gt;LAUGH SO HARD THAT YOUR STOMACH END UP HURTING?: looooooooooooooooooooooooool&lt;br /&gt;EVER HAD A DISEASE?: yep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) snuck out of the house&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten lost in your city&lt;br /&gt;(x) saw a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to any other countries besides the united states&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a serious surgery&lt;br /&gt;(x) gone out in public &lt;s&gt;in your pajamas&lt;/s&gt; without pants&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed a stranger&lt;br /&gt;(x) hugged a stranger&lt;br /&gt;( ) been in a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) been arrested&lt;br /&gt;(x) done drugs&lt;br /&gt;(x) had alcohol&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed and had milk come out of your nose&lt;br /&gt;( ) pushed all the buttons on an elevator&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;(x) swore at your parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) kicked a guy where it hurts&lt;br /&gt;(?) been in love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been close to love&lt;br /&gt;(x) been to a casino&lt;br /&gt;( ) been skydiving&lt;br /&gt;(x) broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;( ) skinny-dipped&lt;br /&gt;(x) skipped school&lt;br /&gt;(x) flashed someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a therapist&lt;br /&gt;( ) done the splits&lt;br /&gt;( ) played spin the bottle&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten stitches&lt;br /&gt;( ) drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour&lt;br /&gt;(x) bitten someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Niagara Falls&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten the chicken pox&lt;br /&gt;( ) crashed into a friend's car&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Japan&lt;br /&gt;(x) ridden in a taxi&lt;br /&gt;( ) been dumped&lt;br /&gt;( ) shoplifted&lt;br /&gt;( ) been fired&lt;br /&gt;(x) ever had a crush on someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;(x) had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back.&lt;br /&gt;(x) stole something from your job&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied to a friend&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a crush on a teacher&lt;br /&gt;( ) celebrated mardi-gras in new orleans&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Europe&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept with a co-worker&lt;br /&gt;( ) been married&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;( ) had children&lt;br /&gt;(x) saw someone die&lt;br /&gt;( ) been to Africa&lt;br /&gt;(x) Driven over 400 miles in one day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Canada&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;(x) Been on a plane&lt;br /&gt;( ) Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;( ) Thrown up in a bar&lt;br /&gt;(x) Purposely set a part of myself on fire&lt;br /&gt;(x) Eaten Sushi&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been skiing&lt;br /&gt;(x) Met someone in person from the internet&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been moshing at a rock show.&lt;br /&gt;( ) Been to a moto cross show&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost a child&lt;br /&gt;( ) gone to college&lt;br /&gt;( ) graduated college&lt;br /&gt;( ) done hard drugs&lt;br /&gt;( ) tried killing yourself&lt;br /&gt;(x) love someone or miss someone right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Then when I woke up today I had this awesome dream. Rafiq, Charles, and I were at a tree at RHS. Except it wasn't a tree, it was a handwashing station. All the soaps were named after black actors. I used Samuel L. Jackson. Then Charles and Rafiq vanished. And I was in this room, and this really hot girl was there. Except she was in black lingerie and stockings. She started coming on to me and then licking my feet. I was like: 'eh, maybe later. I've homework to do'. And she was all: ;__;! That was the awesome part. I hope that means something like that'll happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;oyea.&lt;br /&gt;( copied from LiveJournal )&lt;br /&gt;Okay, motherfuckers! I got my class schedules. Venice High's block-scheduled, so that means I get to finish my classes in one quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ist Semester~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period I: Algebra IB  -  Halbert&lt;br /&gt;Period II: Earth/Space Science  -  Porvaznik&lt;br /&gt;Period III: Spanish I  -  Velez&lt;br /&gt;Period IV: American History  -  Bauman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;IInd Semester~&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period I: Spanish II  -  Velez&lt;br /&gt;Period II: Integrated Science I  -  Pfundtner&lt;br /&gt;Period III: English III  -  Moore&lt;br /&gt;Period IV: Geometry  -  Rickelmann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW FOR MEAN COMMENTS ABOUT ALL MY CLASSES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algebra IB: yay.  Another year of going through flamingly gay equations nobody's going to use!&lt;br /&gt;Earth/Space Science: I hope I can get over my fear of space!   =O  Seriously.  Zero gravity's scary.&lt;br /&gt;Spanish I: yeah, I missed alot.  I can see why I failed.  I wouldn't have if I had &lt;a href="http://static.szanalmas.hu/EmanResu/pampita_041012.jpg"&gt;Carolina Ardohain&lt;/a&gt; teaching me.  Hack-ass Sarasota County School Board!&lt;br /&gt;American History: whee!  I'd rather take a class concerning the history of ANNOYING ANIME FANGIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spanish  II: FUCK YOU.  I WANT PAMPI TO TEACH ME.  Okay.  The classes I have in mind wouldn't teach much.  &lt;s&gt;Well, except for exclamations.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrated ScienceI: oh, because I &lt;b&gt;failed&lt;/b&gt;?  Ja.&lt;br /&gt;English III: whee. I have this required reading thing. Meh. AND IT'S DUE. THIS MONDAY ( 8/8 ), EXCEPT I DON'T HAVE ENGLISH UNTIL THE SECOND HALF OF THE YEAR. Whoa. I have to read the book by the day my mother found out I was her next child.&lt;br /&gt;Geometry: PFF.  Whatever.  I'm sure the teacher'll be a real fuckbag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take fitness over the summer.  I demand private lessons.  WITH &lt;a href="http://img299.imageshack.us/img299/798/aznwin30gh.jpg"&gt;HER&lt;/a&gt; AS A TEACHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, orientation was kinda stupid. After my counselor got all 'LOL TAKE SPANISH' on me, I went. Stupid, just a bunch of students dancing. Then some game in which you had to hug people and smash balloons in the proccess. Then the vice principal had us turn to our left and greet the people next to us. Luckily, there was a staff member next to me. So all I had to do was return this freshman's greeting. Then 'get into your groups lol'. I was in thirty-nine, but I lost my group before I even found it, so I just wandered. Found all my classes. Well, for this semester. It's a joke. FAR EAST. FAR WEST. FAR EAST. SOUTH WEST. What the fuck is this, Zelda? I don't see any swords. So I found my classes in random order, then found them in order-order. Twice. Lots of people in groups ( meanies! &gt;=O ) greeted me. Whaddaya bet everyone who saw me was like: WHOA. HE'S SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;The girls here were much cuter than those at RHS.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-112341569567505574?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/112341569567505574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=112341569567505574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112341569567505574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112341569567505574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/08/ehh-this-summer-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-112022617707858081</id><published>2005-07-01T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:21:27.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, all the fags from G-Com are now mods at Gundamofficial.  Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;Ma still says I have a week left.  What the fuck.  I thought I got out on the eighth.  Bullshit.  And Hana's started being bitchy now, too.  It's always like that.  When first someone's over, she'll be mellow and ok whatever.  Then as time goes on, she'll get bitchier and bitchier.  Then I was fucking tired this tuesday, and she had me do the laundry.  So she tells me what washer to use.  So I use the &lt;i&gt;wrong&lt;/i&gt; one and she fucking blows up, calls ma, and starts fucking &lt;b&gt;screaming&lt;/b&gt;.  Ma's like: wow, you're a fucking moron.  So she talks to me.  I'm out of it, and she was like: try to ignore her.  And I'm like: yeskaywhateversleep, and Hana's all like: ok I'm ready to be a bitch again.  ARRGBLABLA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, all I want to do is &lt;b&gt;fucking curl up, go to sleep, and die&lt;/b&gt;, and Hana's still bitching.  So I'm just kinda like....mm, yeah.  Okay.  Bite mesnooz.  So then ma calls the next day when Hana's mellowed down again and off to some gay thing she has to see, and ma explains that she was being a cunt because her professors decided to make her a B-String Animator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/gimlibfd.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay!  I didn't get the job I wanted, so I'm going to be a gigantic, &lt;b&gt;reaky&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;dripping&lt;/b&gt; cunt to my brother and blame everything on &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; because I've done it the fifty million &lt;b&gt;other&lt;/b&gt; times I've been pissy in the past!  Jesus.  I've felt like tearing someone's head off, too; don't even get me started on why I'm upset, you cuntscanner.  At least with ma she'll go grrmad, dismiss it, have me use my own money, then go to sleep for, like, twenty hours straight and wake up full of stories about my father and her friends and shit.  Wait, what's this?  The washing machines &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; apartment building furnished never had these problems!   ^__^  Why, you ask?  Because, instead of replacing the floors and putting a &lt;b&gt;neat&lt;/b&gt; pop machine in, they replaced the machines!   :D  And her stinky friend's coming over tomorrow!  And she wants to hang out with him more, but she doesn't want to, because he smells bad.  So who's she look to to tell him this?  ME.  I say I get paid.  At least she had a backup.   &gt;__&gt;;  I know I'm rude, tactless, and sometimes even more annoying than that Steven guy, but there are some times I just have to be paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done ranting.   &gt;__&gt;  So, friends are back from Metrocon.  Nick bleached his hair for his costume.   XD  I read his journal and I think from what I read, my friend died.   x_o;  Ouch.  I'll have to ask him.  When he's awake.   =O&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I had this dream last night.  I was at Wal*Mart and I was shooting caps at this one thing, then all of a sudden I was on this big obsidian rock in the middle of the ocean, and Surge was there!  And he was on his laptop, bitching about osmpin.  Then I woke up and was like: FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, some idiot started a thread titled that at GFF.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme get it outta my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK GOTTA BOUNCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I been playing Mobile Suit Gundam: Federation vs Zeon Deluxe alot.   =O  Anyone know where I can buy Encounters in Space?  EB and Gamestop said they de-cunted it.  But yeah!  In FvZ, I was killing things in arcade mode!   =O  And Mirai was all like: DERR.  IN FRONT OF YOU.  And I was like: no shit.  And I dodged!   =O!111  Then the Zaku that fired at me asploded because Richard Simmons was piloting it and Richard Simmons is gay.   :/  So anyways, the CPU keeps telling me what direction incoming shots are coming from, and I'm like: WHOAstfu.  I know I'm being shot at!   &gt;=O!  I'm like a ninja!  WITH A GUN.  And then all the enemy MS and the RX-79[G] next to me exploded because I was so cool and all of a sudden I was transported from where I was sitting to my futon!  Except it was in a steel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm horny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-112022617707858081?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/112022617707858081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=112022617707858081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112022617707858081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/112022617707858081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/07/man-all-fags-from-g-com-are-now-mods.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111970949445917171</id><published>2005-06-25T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T07:24:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY ma got my report card in the mail   D:&lt;br /&gt;She was like: 'your report card came.'  ( oh fuck )  'oh?' 'you failed algebra.'  'NO SHIT' 'don't be a smartass, I'm just telling you' 'right' 'why did you do bad in all your classes on the fourth quarter?' 'uh....wizards!' '....'  ( HAHA.  I WIN )  'you have less than a 2.00' 'whee!' 'you &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; going to do better next year, right?' 'yep!' *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;Wah, she just called again and said she sent me a package.   ()&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111970949445917171?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111970949445917171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111970949445917171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111970949445917171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111970949445917171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/06/yay-ma-got-my-report-card-in-mail-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111959781232280553</id><published>2005-06-23T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T00:23:32.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I had this temporary job helping UCF's animation department move three hundred-pound desks around!  It was a bitch.  Seven desks, one of which was an 'S-type', two scene stackers, a filing cabinet, a long desky thing, another long desky thing, about eight long wooden things, some mechanical shit, storyboards, and a bunch of other shit.  So the guy paid Hana, her friend Luiz, some guy named Kevin, and I 60 bucks each for helping-- ten an hour.  So then we went to some mall hidden behind these places for food.  I got Panda Express, and the girl got me 7Up when I asked for Mountain Dew.   -__-  I cannot wait until I get home and get paid.  Now ma owes me either 380 or 400 dollars.  I'll prolly put some in the bank, then blow the rest at the mall.   :D  Uwa.  Two weeks left.  At least I won't have to carry as much heavy shit this time.  I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111959781232280553?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111959781232280553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111959781232280553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111959781232280553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111959781232280553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-so-i-had-this-temporary-job-helping.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111882233159742813</id><published>2005-06-15T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T00:59:48.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I just saw Batman Begins!   =O  And it was teh rawk.  Good special effects, and, hate to sound cliché, character development.  Loved the bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111882233159742813?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111882233159742813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111882233159742813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111882233159742813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111882233159742813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-i-just-saw-batman-begins-o-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111845996886409606</id><published>2005-06-10T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T20:22:45.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have angsty feelings but I forgot what tehy were, so you're spared today.  wee&lt;br /&gt;OMGMYCATHATESMEMYNEIGHBORISAPIRATE&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;Right.  Not doing much~ just looking at the pretty Asian girls and playing games, watching anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112539519_zB_samurai.JPG" border="0" alt="Samurai"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Samurai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are full of honour and value respect. You&lt;br&gt;are not really the stereotypical hero, but you&lt;br&gt;do fight for good. Just in your own way. For&lt;br&gt;you, it is most certainly okay to kill an evil&lt;br&gt;person, if it is for justice and peace. You&lt;br&gt;also don't belive in mourning all the time and&lt;br&gt;think that once you've hit a bad stage in life&lt;br&gt;you just have to get up again. It's pointless&lt;br&gt;to concentrate on emotional pain and better to&lt;br&gt;just get on with everything. You also are a&lt;br&gt;down to earth type of person and think before&lt;br&gt;you act. Impulsive people may annoy you&lt;br&gt;somewhat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Sword&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "Always do the right thing.&lt;br&gt;This will gratify some people and astonish the&lt;br&gt;rest" -Mark Twain&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Small smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You%3F%20%5Bcool%20pictures%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet~ does that mean I can grab weapons like in FFT?   =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Carveyfan/1050893941_rserandal1.gif" border="0" alt="Randal"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Randal Graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most sarcastic movie-nut you'll ever meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you were funnier than that, ABC would have&lt;br&gt;never cancelled our show"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Carveyfan/quizzes/Which%20Kevin%20Smith%20character%20are%20you%20(View%20Askewniverse)%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Kevin Smith character are you (View Askewniverse)?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Clerks animated series.  Brian gave it to me and then all of a sudden became a stupid-ass fag.   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/djaja/1035653768_DMinediskaq.jpg" border="0" alt="disk a"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Disk A! You are the male unknown digital&lt;br&gt;character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/djaja/quizzes/Which%20DDR%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which DDR Character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uwee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PlasticSeraphim/1036915147_sDDRjunkie.jpg" border="0" alt="ddr junkie"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;u&gt;Local Insane Arcade Junkie! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;B&gt;Difficulty: Hard&lt;br&gt;Freestyle Moves: Dropping to knees, jumping&lt;br&gt;over safety rail, furious hopping. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Local Insane Arcade junkie is not a hard&lt;br&gt;creature to spot. Always adorned with some&lt;br&gt;combination of a Hawaiian Shirt and sunglasses,&lt;br&gt;despite temperature or light, the local insane&lt;br&gt;arcade junkie is not just amazing at Dance&lt;br&gt;Dance, but at every game. If you decide to take&lt;br&gt;him on at Tekken, Street Fighter, or Super&lt;br&gt;Fireman Racer Bang (Japanese audiences only),&lt;br&gt;the results will be exactly the same: You&lt;br&gt;fucking lose. He is a master of the electronic&lt;br&gt;arts, and packs more quarters than a game of&lt;br&gt;Football. Although football games only have&lt;br&gt;four quarters, you should still figure out the&lt;br&gt;point of that last statement, which has escaped&lt;br&gt;me at the moment. He isn't in the game for the&lt;br&gt;money, or for the fame. He plays it because he&lt;br&gt;has to. He plays the Dance Dance just because&lt;br&gt;it's there. The best technique for taking down&lt;br&gt;this opponent is to simply point out the newer,&lt;br&gt;fancier Sega game in the corner. He will divert&lt;br&gt;his precious resources to watching that, and&lt;br&gt;victory will be ripe for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PlasticSeraphim/quizzes/What%20Dance%20Dance%20Revolution%20Stereotype%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Dance Dance Revolution Stereotype are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried playing Street Fighter at the mall but the machine was fucked up and the buttons didn't work.   XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111845996886409606?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111845996886409606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111845996886409606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111845996886409606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111845996886409606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-angsty-feelings-but-i-forgot.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111791953372416244</id><published>2005-06-04T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:33:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so yeah.  Finished sophomore year I think.   XD  Then Anime Club Party.  Spent a long time packing after that....then I went to this gay dumpy place ma had to stay.  I hated it.  I had to stay there four hours in the afternoon and I was up almost the entire time.  Then I had to take a dump, so I did, and the toilet got clogged.  I swear they're decoration.... So yeah, I got ma up and she was like: I left the plunger in the storage.   :/  Break it up with a hanger.  So I did!   =O  And I was like: &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/asc_aragorn_knifework.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; and it worked.&lt;br /&gt;So I got to Hana's and stuff and I been here five days, five weeks left.  I'll post more, but for now, here's a quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~Result nr 9~*~&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://live.quizilla.com/user_images/P/PainfulBliss/1117239218_Power_Element2.JPG"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your power is:&lt;/b&gt; Being a controller of an&lt;br&gt;element &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Explanation:&lt;/b&gt; Wether it is earth, fire,&lt;br&gt;air or water or even all of them, you can&lt;br&gt;control that element. That means you can&lt;br&gt;manipulate their pysichal form and with just&lt;br&gt;thoughts and make an inferno for example. In&lt;br&gt;good purposes it can be used to protect but in&lt;br&gt;evil purposes it is used to hurt.&lt;br&gt;As a person you are slightly 'odd'. People see&lt;br&gt;you as different and probably has prejudices&lt;br&gt;against you. They see you as 'weird' or the&lt;br&gt;'freak', and either that hurts really much or&lt;br&gt;you chose to ignore it. You keep your hatred&lt;br&gt;for people inside and probably daydream about&lt;br&gt;killing them, which gives you satisfaction.&lt;br&gt;Truth is you are not evil, only missunderstood&lt;br&gt;and mistreated.&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negative aspects:&lt;/b&gt; Since you have deep&lt;br&gt;problems inside you could get into some sort of&lt;br&gt;mental illness or simply get depressed (if you&lt;br&gt;aren't already).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Power%20is%20Compatible%20With%20You%3F/"&gt;What Power is Compatible With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That girl is, like, &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; hawt.   =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's a cute girl sticking her tongue out!   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/cute33.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another, with boobies!  I think she'd look great in a K-Mart uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/edit01.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's my wallpaper on Bob Mk. II~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/blue-face.jpg"&gt;this~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa.  I think I'm in love~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Imma go play Katamari Damacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111791953372416244?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111791953372416244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111791953372416244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111791953372416244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111791953372416244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111688789934433441</id><published>2005-05-23T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:38:19.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bard&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; You scored 33% physical, 35% magic, 50% versatile,  and 44% good! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty good at music. You're your group's source of&lt;br /&gt;entertainment and you can boost morale. When you need to, you can also&lt;br /&gt;make some very dissonant music that can drive your enemies nuts and&lt;br /&gt;make them behave strangely. But you're probably very weak. You would do&lt;br /&gt;well to hide during real combat. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/users/218/348/2183481192858798463/mt1111964945.gif"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="42"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="108"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;28%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;physical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="27"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="123"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;18%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;mystical&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="98"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="52"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;65%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;versatile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="36"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="114"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;24%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=11591880279427789091'&gt;The Final Fantasy Job Class Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=2183481192858798463'&gt;Artscrafter&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I get to ram a cute dancer.   :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can see that working.  I like music, but it usually takes a while for me to warm up to an instrument, and I'm pretty bad at singing.   *shudder*  RHS Choir .... it's full of nothing but a bunch of preppies and bible thumpers, I'll say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures of my cool friends.   :|  Come and look.  Taken thursday and friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Jack.jpg"&gt;Jack, being Jack.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/what.jpg"&gt;...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/StratoSoul.jpg"&gt;Strato telling me not to steal his soul.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/StratoLaurenMaria.jpg"&gt;Strato, Lauren, and &lt;s&gt;shiny ass&lt;/s&gt; Maria.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/NarutoGC.jpg"&gt;Everyone in front of some Naruto game on .... GC?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/NarutoGC2.jpg"&gt;Same as  ^ , sans Bizzle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/meleg.jpg"&gt;Charles took this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/meface.jpg"&gt;He also took this.  I was afraid the flash'd go off.   XD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Guy2.jpg"&gt;He took this~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Guy.jpg"&gt;And this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Dustin.jpg"&gt;And this.  I think his name's Dustin.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Charles.jpg"&gt;I took this.  Charles.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/BlurryAnime.jpg"&gt;Blurry~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Arek.jpg"&gt;Arek.  Mitch in background.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/mehippie.jpg"&gt;Charles took this of me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Me.jpg"&gt;Me looking cool after my history exam.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Mitch.jpg"&gt;Mitch.  Ignore him, he's not cool.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Fugate.jpg"&gt;Fugate.  She's also a loser.  Yep.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/History.jpg"&gt;History class.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/History2.jpg"&gt;History; class clowns.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/History3.jpg"&gt;Mitch and Harlee playing Uno.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/History4.jpg"&gt;My hand.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/History5.jpg"&gt;Mitch and Harlee again.  They're so uncool.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Unknown.jpg"&gt;Is it Jesus?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Stephen.jpg"&gt;My friend Stephen.  He's uncool.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Stephen2.jpg"&gt;Uncool Stephen.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Stephen3.jpg"&gt;Man, look at how uncool he is!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Stephen4.jpg"&gt;OH MY GOD THREE UNCOOL PEOPLE IN A PICTURE.   *dies*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/RafiqMallory.jpg"&gt;Rafiq and Mallory.  Taken in the morning.  YOU CAN SEE MITCH.  Argh.  You can also see Dakota, who's the uncoolest person to have walked the earth since King Hammurabi.  Look at how Rafiq's trying to be cool!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/JenGuy.jpg"&gt;Jennifer and the guy who got kicked by that one skinhead.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hwa, yeah.  I'm having people sign my pants instead of a yearbook.  I'll take a pic when I'm done.  I decided to give up on the girl.  It looks like she has a boyfriend.  So now you don't have to listen to me moping for two months!   =O  Course, that'll all change when I move to Venice and see a pretty girl.  Sha, only to leave again.&lt;br /&gt;Damn my head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111688789934433441?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111688789934433441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111688789934433441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111688789934433441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111688789934433441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/05/bard-you-scored-33-physical-35-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111579119882223816</id><published>2005-05-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:36:43.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh, I think Evan split on me or something.  I complimented him on this  ( gay )  mowhawk he got and he held up some coathanger wire with a piece of .... PVC I think that said 'I have no intention of talking to you' and he said go away and did that gay 'I'M WITTY AND DEEP LOL' smile I think.  Man, he got all emo-angsty-grr-hate-life real fast.&lt;br /&gt; Morgan keeps trying to get me to kiss hot guys or something.  She even held my spoon ransom!  God.  And she keeps telling me to bite my lip or .... something.  Then she starts towards me and she's all like 'I'm going to rape you grr' and I take off like a bat outta hell outta the cafeteria, so I wind up spending my lunch period seeking shelter from Morgan and emo-freshmen.  Angelina and James pointed out to Morgan that I'm not interested.  I'm going to have to give them money or something.  Speaking of money, I still haven't paid Fischer back.   XD  BUT THAT'S OKAY!  Because he got suspended and so did some stupid freshman kid who tried to get in a fight with him.&lt;br /&gt; Went to the bookstore today.  Ma got pissy because I reminded her that she said she was going to pay me back and stuff.  Yeah, yeah, okay, okay.  Whatever.  I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; get my money back someday.  Jesus.&lt;br /&gt; Can't go to MetroCon either, which is also pretty gay.  Have to go to Illinois to visit my family or something.  Will be able to attend the anime club's party on the last day of school.  I kept telling myself to be strong and deal with not being able to see my friends anymore, but the more I think about it the more I'll miss them.  A real great bunch this year, they were.&lt;br /&gt; The school I'm entering better have an anime club, or at least a table at lunch full of people who like anime, or heads will roll.  Yeah, not gonna be going to Orlando for a while.  It's funny how it always works out like this.  Ma makes these big plans to leave and everything, you know, finally get rid of Mustafa, and at the last minute we get dicked out of money or something.  Are we &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; going to leave, ma?&lt;br /&gt; Got my final exam schedules.... Well, ok, I copied them from Laudano's bulletin board.  It's so stupid.  Just do it like you did last year-- exam, lunch, exam, leave.  Instead it's class, class, exam, halfassed class/lunch, halfassed class/lunch, exam, class, then exam, lunch, exam, leave.&lt;br /&gt; I've decided to tell the girl how I feel the twentieth.  I know I'm probably just dreaming, but I could swear I saw her starting towards me at lunch when I went to get food.  I should've stayed; I didn't know I had the right amount of money....   T__T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanna dye my hair purple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111579119882223816?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111579119882223816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111579119882223816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111579119882223816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111579119882223816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/05/eh-i-think-evan-split-on-me-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111543152355525079</id><published>2005-05-06T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T19:05:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Bard.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Ninjaa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/KnightBlade.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Ninja.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken &lt;a href="http://www.insomniel.com/quizzes/ffclassesquiz.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111543152355525079?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111543152355525079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111543152355525079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111543152355525079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111543152355525079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/05/taken-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111531103869665774</id><published>2005-05-05T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T09:37:18.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She came back.  Maybe she never left?  Either way, I walked by her and it seemed she was looking my way.  I'd love to get to know her, but I have only a month left here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MiraiNoah/1054005575_reskaiquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="Kai"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're Kai Shiden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MiraiNoah/quizzes/Which%20White%20Base%20Crew%20Member%20(from%20Mobile%20Suit%20Gundam)%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which White Base Crew Member (from Mobile Suit Gundam) are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Straya/1038560220_go-gulskii.jpg" border="0" alt="Argo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Argo Gulskii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Straya/quizzes/Which%20G%20Gundam%20Shuffle%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which G Gundam Shuffle character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Krakenhaus/1051289594_CWINDOWSDesktopCima.gif" border="0" alt="Cima"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Cima Garahau, the Weakest Link! For no good&lt;br&gt;reason, you decided to play both sides of a&lt;br&gt;conflict and reap the rewards from whomever&lt;br&gt;came out the winner. It would've worked too if&lt;br&gt;you hadn't played your hand early and ended up&lt;br&gt;pissing off people on both fronts.&lt;br&gt;Waa-Waaaaaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Krakenhaus/quizzes/Which%20Zeon%20Mobile%20Suit%20Ace%20are%20you%3F%20(Gundam)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Zeon Mobile Suit Ace are you? (Gundam)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that result a few years ago.  It actually fits.   &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Moriko/quizzes/Which%20GW%20Gundam%20Pilot%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/Moriko/1101490561_CSherrieQuizzesduo.gif" border="0" alt="Duo Maxwell"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which GW Gundam Pilot Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111531103869665774?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111531103869665774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111531103869665774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111531103869665774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111531103869665774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/05/she-came-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111482664273996981</id><published>2005-04-29T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T19:04:02.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well .... she's gone, now.  It was the last day for IB Students this year, and Kaitlyn was in IB.  I never got to let her know how I feel.  It's my own fault, though, so .... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'll probably be going to Metrocon with my friends this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111482664273996981?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111482664273996981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111482664273996981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111482664273996981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111482664273996981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/04/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111453272537548608</id><published>2005-04-26T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:46:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1112044293dearka.gif'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Dearka&lt;/b&gt;. You can always make a joke,you trust your friends.But you rather give up in a fight then lose your life.You don't like to fight your team members.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Dearka&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mwu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kira&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Lacus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Flay&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Athrun&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cagalli&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='19' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;19%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=18490'&gt;Which Gundam Seed Character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwa, my CD player died on me.   ()  I'm gonna buy a new one next time I go to the mall.  One with FUCKING SHOCK ABSORPTION.  God.  And a few other neat features.   &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah .... otherwise.  School sucked today, sucked yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yesterday~&lt;br /&gt;English: stupid.  Read Lovecraft when the teacher wanted us to read Maya Angelou.&lt;br /&gt;Biology: stupid as well.  Cute teacher, so it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Algebra IB: bleh, gay.  As usual.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch : I forgot.  All I remember was Alex throwing an apple at a squirrel.  He said something about it wanting to go to class because it climbed a portable.&lt;br /&gt;LMS: stupid.  Only good thing was this girl  ( Catherine)  I liked came back.  Thought she was, like, dead or moved or sompin.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;ITGS: waste of time.  Took the quizzes in last post.&lt;br /&gt;World History: stupid.  Slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today~&lt;br /&gt;English: stupid, listened to music on piece of shit CD player.  I think the teacher didn't want me to, but I don't care.  Read Lovecraft some more.&lt;br /&gt;Biology: whatever.  Spent most of my time staring at teacher.  Fell asleep during notes.&lt;br /&gt;Algebra IB: stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: meh.  Panhandled for a dollar, ate in the cafeteria.  When I went back outside, Jen said I'm the only man she knows who'd wear a Lucy shirt, then everyone found out I was bi.  So then Jen said the shirt thing again and Joe was like: 'but &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; love Lucy!' so then I said: 'I like Fred'.  And yeah.  Alex was talking about killing squirrels and this one short chick was like: :O and started attacking him.&lt;br /&gt;LMS: geh, sub.  Stupid.  Listened to music.  Some fags were talking about some fight.  Read Lovecraft.&lt;br /&gt;ITGS: stupid, CD player died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna play RO when I get home.  Gathering money for something or the other.  Prolly for stuff for my future characters and steels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111453272537548608?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111453272537548608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111453272537548608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111453272537548608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111453272537548608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-scored-as-dearka.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111444744305896942</id><published>2005-04-25T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:15:42.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/Rasuke/1045537636_scha_swd_m.gif" border="0" alt="Swordsman."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Swordsman.  You have next to nothing in&lt;br&gt;non-physical capabilities, but with your sword&lt;br&gt;in hand hand you can deal out more damage with&lt;br&gt;flat out, close range attacks, than any other&lt;br&gt;class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swordsman is probrably considered the "easy&lt;br&gt;class" for it is pretty hard to not be&lt;br&gt;good as one.  These people would be slightly&lt;br&gt;more concerned with what they are doing at the&lt;br&gt;current time then what's in the past.  Press on&lt;br&gt;to the future or something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Rasuke/quizzes/Which%20Ragnarok%20Online%20first%20job%20class%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Ragnarok Online first job class are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking advantage of the double-experience event.   &gt;__&gt;  I'm gonna make a Mage on Iris very soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/Vagrant-Lonewolf/1065555588_a_profile2.jpg" border="0" alt="Lidia"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are LIDIA&lt;br /&gt;The *cough* Expert tresure hunter. You like shiny&lt;br&gt;things, especially when there in your pocket.&lt;br&gt;Although your kind and quirky you should really&lt;br&gt;stop it otherwise you'll end up in jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Vagrant-Lonewolf/quizzes/Which%20Ragnarok%20Character%20Are%20You%20%3F%20(male%20and%20female)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Ragnarok Character Are You ? (male and female)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111444744305896942?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111444744305896942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111444744305896942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111444744305896942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111444744305896942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-are-swordsman.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111384250021138849</id><published>2005-04-18T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T18:49:34.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1109884508Laguna2.JPG'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Laguna Loire&lt;/b&gt;. Awkward, idealistic, and romantic. You feel your emotions deeply and although you have trouble expressing yourself, somehow people always know. You are a true romantic and chances are you have loved and lost, yet this doesn't serve to sway you from believing in happily ever after. You are a dreamer and a child at heart. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Laguna Loire&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Edea Kramer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Seifer Almasy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Quistis Trepe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Zell Dincht&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Squall Leonheart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Selphie Tilmett&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Irvine Kinneas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Rinoa Heartilly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ward Zabac&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kiros Seagill&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=10294'&gt;Final Fantasy 8, which hero are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullseye~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1109611468QuistisQuizResult.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Quistis Trepe&lt;/b&gt;. You are Quistis Trepe. You are awsome, very intelligent, caompassionate, and logial. You have fans because you rock at something. You seem very adult, but you have your wild moments.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Quistis Trepe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='86' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;86%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Squall Leonhart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='82' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;82%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Seifer Almassy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='79' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;79%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Rinoa Heartilly&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='57' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;57%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Irvine Kinneas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Selphie Tillmitt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='54' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;54%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=9384'&gt;What FFVIII Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have *boobies.&lt;br /&gt;Quistis = teh hawt.   I'd be on her lap in a heartbeat.  Or vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1107903230kakashi.jpeg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Kakashi&lt;/b&gt;. You are Kakashi! You know a lot more than you let on. Even though you appear to be quiet and innocent, you have a sinful thought.. every now and then.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kakashi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='100' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;100%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Naruto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='92' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;92%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ino&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Shikamaru&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sasuke&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='58' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;58%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hinata&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sakura&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Choji&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=5826'&gt;Which Naruto Ninja Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen Naruto, but I've read a few chapters.  It's overrated.  Once it comes to America, which it probably will, every stupid little kid's gonna talk about it.  Just you wait~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1108333520Galadriel 2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Galadriel&lt;/b&gt;. Noble and wise, you have a gift for knowing just how things will turn out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Galadriel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='94' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;94%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Faramir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='88' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;88%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Legolas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='81' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;81%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Pippin&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Gollum&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Merry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Eowyn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='63' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;63%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Frodo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Aragorn&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='44' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;44%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=6498'&gt;Your Lord of The Rings Alter Ego Is...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the author of that quiz writes slash.   e.e;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1102006281marijuana.gif'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Marijuana&lt;/b&gt;. The most beautiful, chill drug out there. You want something that's not too harsh on your body, and soothes the soul. It's also not addicting, so smoke it up, baby! And never have to go through withdrawls. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Marijuana&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='69' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;69%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;None!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mushrooms&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='56' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;56%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ecstacy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='38' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;38%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Inhalents&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='31' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;31%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Cocaine&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='13' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;13%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Alcohol&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='6' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;6%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=362'&gt;What's your ideal drug?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't do it, I prolly would.  I know I'm going to have the main character in the story I'm writing do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Hedonism&lt;/b&gt;. Your life is guided by the principles of &lt;b&gt;Hedonism&lt;/b&gt;:  You believe that pleasure is a great, or the greatest, good; and you try to enjoy life’s pleasures as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;“Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;More info at &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Arocoun"&gt;Arocoun's Wikipedia User Page...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hedonism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Utilitarianism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Existentialism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Strong Egoism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Justice (Fairness)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Apathy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Kantianism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nihilism&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='30' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;30%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Divine Command&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=13060'&gt;What philosophy do you follow? (v1.03)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or eat, drink, be merry, and masturbate, for tomorrow someone might kill your taste buds and cut your cock off.   :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/b&gt;. Congratulations! You have ASPD! You know that blatantly disregarding social norms and the rights of others isn't just illegal; it's FUN. Jail time? Eh, look at Gary Gilmore... was he really that bad of a guy?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Antisocial Personality Disorder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='83' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;83%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Unipolar Depression&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='67' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;67%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Schizophrenia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='42' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;42%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Borderline Personality Disorder&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='33' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;33%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Eating Disorders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='0' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;0%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=826'&gt;Which mental disorder do you have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taht's teh reieght.   y r u teh staer at me huh fukkr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  -  &lt;b&gt;NOTE: I really &lt;i&gt;do not&lt;/i&gt;, I repeat, &lt;i&gt;do not&lt;/i&gt; have boobies.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geh, I'm bored so I'm gonna talk about my day like I usually do when I'm in class.&lt;br /&gt;Ok....&lt;br /&gt;English  -  stupid, waste of time.  We have to read &lt;i&gt;I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings&lt;/i&gt;, by Maya Angelou.  Then Carl and I talked about that game these kids made, Cowboy, Pirate, Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;It goes: Ninja beats Pirate, Pirate beats Cowboy, Cowboy beats Ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;GAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Watch Kamui no Ken.  That Ninja fucking &lt;i&gt;dropped&lt;/i&gt; that Cowboy before he could even draw his &lt;b&gt;squirt pistol&lt;/b&gt;!  Carl agreed.&lt;br /&gt;The music people for the announcements put Tank! in the music player.  I guess this means that fag who does the music has some trendy interest in anime now or something.  I have him in my history class.  He's such a fucking asshole.  Minute it's at Hot Topic, it's 'cool'.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choke.   :|&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Hot Topic, no cute girl saturday.  Will check again sometime on a thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Biology  -  the teacher was still kind of sick.  She sounded and looked so helpless it was cute.   T__T  Otherwise, just some dumb tests.  And that cute girl who sits two seats in front of me was staring at me again.  I got a nice view of her legs.   *__*&lt;br /&gt;Algebra IB  -  the teacher was, surprisingly enough, in a &lt;i&gt;bearable&lt;/i&gt; mood today, even if I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; blow school off friday.&lt;br /&gt;Yaah!  An SRO just walked by the window.  I thought for sure she'd see me with headphones.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;When I walked in he was staring at me so I waved because I'm an asshole like that and it turns out he was reading my shirt.  Then near the end of class I showed Jamal a picture I was supposed to put on that English project I didn't do.  It was Gary Coleman, David Hasselhoff, and KIT.  The teacher was surprised I &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; know Hasselhoff, but &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/I&gt; know KIT.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch  -  stupid.  Spent most of it putting up with that stupid fuck who keeps begging for money.&lt;br /&gt;LMS  -  meh, just rednecks talking to the coach.  Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;ITGS  -  I can't hear anyone!  Because I'm listening to music~&lt;br /&gt;.melody has such a pretty voice.   T__T&lt;br /&gt;History  -  same stupid routine.  Teacher tries giving notes, class is loud, British girl's distracting people.  She's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to another anime con.  I'm working on either an FFT Bard or Summoner costume.  I wonder if they have Home Ec. where I'm going...?  Better yet, if we somehow get to Utah, will they have cons around there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111384250021138849?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111384250021138849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111384250021138849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111384250021138849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111384250021138849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-scored-as-laguna-loire.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111378765095216963</id><published>2005-04-17T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:27:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I went to the mall yesterday.  Wandered again.  Bought a Treebeard bookmark and a pyramid belt.  Saw the second volume of Ikki Tousen at FYE!; looked for the first and couldn't find it, so I looked at EB, then at Gamestop.  Not there.  So I'll go to Borders next saturday and get it there.  I'm sure they have it with the collector's slipcase.  I liked it from what I saw.  Lots of boobies and pantie shots. &lt;br /&gt;Had to buy Harlee a spoon.   T__T  Andrea spooned me with my own spoon a couple of times too.  My head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111378765095216963?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111378765095216963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111378765095216963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111378765095216963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111378765095216963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/04/ok-so-i-went-to-mall-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111327867473488108</id><published>2005-04-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:38:09.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was ok.  Got Federation vs Zeon Deluxe, Street Fighter Anniversary Edition, a Ken controller, some prank shit, some book about Tolkien, money, a clothes hamper, and Audio CD's made to teach Japanese.  I can put my pants somewhere now.   =O&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Street Fighter movie on the game, and I was all like: =O!  The only thing wrong with it was it needed more Cammy and a pause feature because I needed to take a leak in the middle of the Bison - Ryu fight.  Points don't go off for the lack of the pause; you can just go in your pants.  But for lack of Cammyservice, &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt; points go off.  Chun Li was also teh butsex.  If they make another SF movie, which I doubt will happen, they need to make one with Juni and Juli.  I liked those two.  They let my imagination run free.&lt;br /&gt;Meh, can't skip tomorrer.   =/  Will prolly invite Dakota and some other people for pizza friday.  Ma wants me to or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111327867473488108?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111327867473488108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111327867473488108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111327867473488108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111327867473488108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111320305629283008</id><published>2005-04-11T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:34:32.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoo, turning sixteen in a couple of minutes.  Will skip school today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111320305629283008?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111320305629283008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111320305629283008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111320305629283008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111320305629283008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/04/whoo-turning-sixteen-in-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111233690184909802</id><published>2005-03-31T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:36:00.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/W/WakaKaminari/1073810696_tosgoodbye.jpg" border="0" alt="You're a Goodbye Kiss..."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a goodbye kiss...sweet and romantic, but&lt;br&gt;tragic. Is your beloved one leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/WakaKaminari/quizzes/What%20anime%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What anime kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*scoffs*  Kinda feel that way now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Spring Break.  Whoo.   e.e;  Thursday I was supposed to give Corriea my AIDS Project, and I even made this fake note so I only had to attend my first two classes, but when thursday came, I overslept!  So that's fifty points off two test grades for me!   :D  Um .... I mostly played FFX and X-2 and helped ma clean Port Charlotte and Venice.  Big deal.  People are such faggots.  They don't know how to clean up after themselves.  I mean, chicken strips on the floor?  Go die now, ok?  So I don't have to deal with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So .... yeah.  Helped ma until saturday when I stayed home watched Bruce Campbell movies.  Forgot what I did sunday, then monday ma told me something about an inspection of the apartments so I cleaned up.  Whatever.  Still haven't inspected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo.  Assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got up at, like, four or five, went to the mall at seven, and wandered around until I saw Devin and Jack, told them I didn't have a spoon with me, rushed to Kitchen Emporium and bought one, then spooned them and realized I hadn't had &lt;b&gt;anything&lt;/b&gt; to eat.  At all.  So I went to Sbarro, got pizza, and bullshat with Vladmir.  Then I bought a How to Draw Manga book and Harvest Moon: Save the Homeland.  Brian should be coming over tomorrow or some other day, hopefully with my stuff he borrowed.  Like Back to Nature.  One good thing came out of the whole trip, though: I saw the most &lt;b&gt;adorable&lt;/b&gt; girl at Hot Topic.  She was short, had razor-cut red hair, big boobs, and a trenchcoat!  At first I was just kinda: aw!  But then when I walked by Hot Topic a few minutes later she was dusting off the shelves with this feather duster and it was just &lt;i&gt;so cute&lt;/i&gt;!  I hope, wherever I wind up after all this is straightened out, that there are girls that cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA.  I was checking out 1999.co.jp's Gundam section.  They have One Year War version MG's now!  Kick ass.  God, how long's it been since I last made one....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111233690184909802?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111233690184909802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111233690184909802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111233690184909802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111233690184909802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-have-goodbye-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-111144136190175127</id><published>2005-03-21T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:34:03.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha~ I'm so tired!  My FF Chronicles came in the mail about two weeks ago, and I also got an FF III ROM.  Whoo.  Been pretty slow otherwise, and .... yeah.  Morgan shaved her head.  She needs to stop biting me.&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls at her table gave her a English - Japanese / Japanese - English Dictionary, so she called me 'Sex God', Angelina and James statred laughing, and I was like:  what.  Then she said 'O Sex God, please, let me be your slave!'  So then I was like:  *shifty eyes* ....that's .... up to you.  *shrug*  Ma's going to Venice to humor Mustafa, and then we're going to Orlando from there.  Woulda been better if we'd just left when we were supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoo!  I didn't do my ITGS Project.   &gt;D  Because I'll be moving soon.  And .... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fag&gt;SPRING BREAK FRIDAY!111&lt;/fag&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked ma if I could skip thursday too but she got all bitchy and I told her we won't be doing anything anyways and that this was a new quarter and she did that 'constipated' sound and then went off about 'you were only sick once' and blah-blah-blah.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick alot more than once, and my attendance record isn't anywhere near as bad as hers was when she was my age.   &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.  Thursday I have to go to class, meaning I'll be wasting my time doing nothing.  Parrott prolly has some stupid assignment, Corriea said we need our virus projects in by then and if we didn't have them in, it'd be minus 50.  But I don't have the papers needed.   T__T  I think I'll just lie and say 'yeah, I have all the stuff, but I don't have the papers, and without those, the project may not be the way you wanted it.'.  Easy bullshitting.  Too bad I .... don't have the stuff.  It's funny how, when Hana went to this school, she'd get away with doing stuff at the last minute, but I don't.  We had a sub in her class today, meaning Corriea threw a bunch of work at us.   XD;  I got through it, but Jessica looked cold as ice and she'd sniffle every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Meh, not my business.  Lachambre's gonna have us do more gay worksheets or something and probably give us an assload of work over break or something, O'Gorman's gonna have a 'party', meaning she'll give us a bunch of MSG-tastic foods, Laudano's not here, so his wife'll drop by to pick up our projects.&lt;br /&gt;I need to come up with a lie for that.  Something along the lines of 'I didn't have the packet' should work.   &gt;__&gt;  And in history we'll have some stupid test I really don't wanna take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/F/fliptroopa/1068778114_oquizyoshi.gif" border="0" alt="Yoshi"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congrats! You're Yoshi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/fliptroopa/quizzes/What%20Super%20Mario%20Bros.%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Super Mario Bros. character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.  Wa, ma owes me alot of money.  Tomorrow, it'll be 180 dollars.  I think I'll use some to buy a trenchcoat, and the rest to buy a GCN and SSBM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-111144136190175127?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/111144136190175127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=111144136190175127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111144136190175127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/111144136190175127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/03/ha-im-so-tired-my-ff-chronicles-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110978530322318210</id><published>2005-03-02T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T09:45:27.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='5' cellspacing='0' width='600'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1108686768jenova.JPG'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 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You scored as &lt;b&gt;Winter&lt;/b&gt;. You are WINTER. You're more introspective, thinking deeply, feeling deeply. You love nothing better than to enjoy one on one time with those who are important to you. You are cautious, and sometimes second guess yourself. Dreams, though you have them, are a luxury, because life is not a plaything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table border='0' width='300' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='0'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Winter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='90' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;90%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Fall&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='55' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;55%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Spring&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='50' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;50%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Summer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='45' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;45%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=562'&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayay.&lt;br /&gt;Week's been pretty gay.  Weekend was spent, for the most part, looking for CD's because &lt;strong&gt;Brian fucking wrote material on most of them and didn't sort the written ones from the unwritten ones&lt;/strong&gt;.  So now I have to get new CD's!  I also played FFVI and downloaded pictures of Park Ji Yoon and Miwa Oshiro, but you probably don't give a fuck.  Who reads this, anyways?  Seriously.  I feel like I'm talking to myself most of the time.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;Had FCATs monday and tuesday.  Also pretty gay.  Monday the FCAT guy, Mr. Harvey, was like: y'know, it's pretty stupid to give you guys FCATs on a monday.  Alot of you look tired.  Did you stay up late last night?  Some kids were like: derr I wuz at part-ee or derr I wuz wachin da tee vee.  I was like: I was playing Street Fighter.  So yeah, monday was pretty stupid.  Ma wouldn't pick me up so after three periods of testing, I had to go to a short lunch where I spent most of my time talking with Grim.  We talked about Ai Yori Aoshi.  Wee.  So after lunch I was like: hm.  There's only &lt;em&gt;three&lt;/em&gt; minutes between periods today .... should I just skip...?  But then I thought: if Dr. Gallagher sees me, I'm dead.  He stopped me a few fridays ago because I was in the bathroom passing time between classes.  He was also at Mr. Harvey's room.  So I waved and was like:   :D and he was like:   ()&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  *walks out of bathroom*   &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  *nod*&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  What's your fourth period class?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  Lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  What's your &lt;em&gt;fifth&lt;/em&gt; period class?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  ....LMS.   &gt;__&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  What were you doing in the bathroom for twenty minutes?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  *thinks for a split second*  &lt;i&gt;Tapia told Corriea he had diharrea .... it may work on this guy.  Hey!  He looks like a lemming.&lt;/i&gt;   ^__^   *back to reality*  Aye, 'had diharrea.&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  Couldn't you have gotten a pass from your teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  Wheee .... 'twas pretty bad.  You know, kind you get when you're sick?&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  You need to go to the nurse?  *thinking*  &lt;i&gt;Got him now!  I'm gonna have food tonight&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  Nah, it's all out.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  Ok, I see.   Oo;  *nod*  Can I see your schedule?&lt;br /&gt;Me&gt;  Aye.  Gimme a sec.   *digging through wallet*  *mouthing* &lt;em&gt;Fuck, fuck, fuck, &lt;strong&gt;fuck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!   *finds it*  Ah, here it is.   ()&lt;br /&gt;Gallagher&gt;  .__. .... ok, thank you.  *walks off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh, I hate LMS....   T__T&lt;br /&gt;So on the test tuesday, it was math, and Mr. Harvey gave us the state-supplied kitchen calculators.   w00gay  So he was like:  this is amazing technology.   :|  Not much in terms of gameplay, though.  So then I was like:  aye, ye can make words outta th'numbers.  So he was like:  YES.  YOU CAN SPELL HELL.  AND HELLO   =O  So then Jack entered '8008135' and showed it to me, so after the test I entered '7177135' and showed it to him.  He was like:  XD&lt;br /&gt;Meh, ma picked me up early because she was like:  wow it really is gay having to stay after a test.  I'LL SAY YOU HAVE A DENTAL APPOINTMENT   :D&lt;br /&gt;So it worked.  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES OF MY ROOM.   =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0008.jpg"&gt;Wall.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0009.jpg"&gt;Another wall.  WITH MY FUTON.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0010.jpg"&gt;Bob Mk. II, some piled stuff, and Ungoliant on top of the desk.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0011.jpg"&gt;A closer look at Bob Mk. II.  Marvel at him.  Also, marvel at the dead PSX on top of the thing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110978530322318210?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110978530322318210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110978530322318210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110978530322318210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110978530322318210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-scored-as-sephiroth.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110956474296288851</id><published>2005-02-27T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T21:08:39.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mm, went to the mall last monday, bought this Chii wallscroll:  &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/abctoy4me_1834_84480755.jpg"&gt; and &lt;br /&gt;MT volume three.  Saw Mase at Sbarro and got a slice of supreme there.&lt;br /&gt;Anime club was ok.  No one was really there because most of the people were kinda pissed, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/torinaura/1092194039_uresgeorge.jpg" border="0" alt="paradise kiss boy"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the bad boy / girl of your school.  You&lt;br&gt;have little faith in yourself and usually find&lt;br&gt;escape in some sort of addicting substance or&lt;br&gt;yourself.  You would rather torture others&lt;br&gt;above anything else.   You regularly skip&lt;br&gt;school and when you go, always tend to ditch a&lt;br&gt;certain class.  Some classmates can fear you&lt;br&gt;while others pity you...and your family.  (No&lt;br&gt;offense)  Your cruel behavior and abject&lt;br&gt;personality tends to single you out from the&lt;br&gt;crowd...and you prefer life this way at times.&lt;br&gt;However, lonliness can rear its ugly head and&lt;br&gt;force you seek a way to silence it.  But be&lt;br&gt;warned, your path is dangerous... but only a&lt;br&gt;strong person can walk this road. &lt;P&gt;  Some&lt;br&gt;ideal occupations for you can be a Police&lt;br&gt;officer, Celebrity (who doesn't love the&lt;br&gt;badasses?), Wrestler, Polotician, or some sort&lt;br&gt;of leader.  Either way, your destined to be&lt;br&gt;known by many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/torinaura/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20teenager%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of teenager are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And!  Ma figured out how to woik her camera!   =O  So yeah.  Look at me.  I'm all like:  &lt;i&gt;Fabio&lt;/i&gt;.   8-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0001.jpg"&gt;Ma ran at me with the camera and took this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0002.jpg"&gt;Me with Gandalf-hair.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0003.jpg"&gt;Same as ^, just different angle.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0004.jpg"&gt;my pants&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0005.jpg"&gt;I'm King Arthur.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0016.jpg"&gt;Aiya Eärendil Elenion Ancalima.   =/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/POTO0017.jpg"&gt;me~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110956474296288851?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110956474296288851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110956474296288851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110956474296288851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110956474296288851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/02/mm-went-to-mall-last-monday-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110825472584436677</id><published>2005-02-12T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:28:56.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa.  Man, I'm so fucking sick.  Not puke-sick like last summer, just .... whoa.  Sick.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to see a movie with Dakota but I'm sick.  Hope he doesn't think I stood him up.  Let Nick borrow RotK extended edition.  He nearly shit himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110825472584436677?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110825472584436677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110825472584436677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110825472584436677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110825472584436677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/02/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110810298727584393</id><published>2005-02-10T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:28:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; good question:  &lt;b&gt;did the Terminator have a penis&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I say he didn't.  The exoskeleton didn't have one, but the biker chick in T2 might make you think otherwise.  She could have been gaping at his &lt;i&gt;lack&lt;/i&gt; of a penis or something.  If he &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; have a penis, I'll say it looks like a bulky Flash Drive with an extension cord for the thing you stick in the USB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, of course, brings up another question:   &lt;b&gt;did the Ainur have genitalia&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;I'll say yes, as Melian was a Maiar and she gave birth to Lúthien, and to give birth, you need a vagina.  They prolly couldn't change genitals, though.  As far as Balrogs go, I'll say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um .... yeah, sometime last month Parrott gave us these papers to do this dumb test on.  Some kind of a 'find a love' thing I guess.  I did mine and decided to buy results for both my class and my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-wise, I'm compatible with more .... freshman   ( some of which I hope to &lt;b&gt;god&lt;/b&gt; were held back )   than people in my grade level.  I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;I'll scan it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Picture005.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know that Kellie chick .... think she was on my bus when I got held back in middle school and I think she was also in that class I got kicked out of.  I heard some of those names before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Picture004.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a few of these people.  See the fourth one?  I figured out that that &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; the girl I like.  Figured it out when Charles saw and he was like:  I gotta show this to her!  Half these people'd hate you!  Are you sure you answered right?!   I was just like:  meh, as far as 'fuck you religion' goes, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;So he showed it to her and I walked around, but had to go by him &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; her when ma's car pulled up.  At least he returned it.  I haven't been able to think straight and I know one of them or the other's going to poke and prod me for information about it .... well, guess you gotta let the fag outta the closet some time or the other.   :|&lt;br /&gt;Guh, but as far as least compatible goes, ain't any furhter from the truth.  Nadia is such a fucking stupid, ugly fucking skank with a head so far up her ass she can't even tell left from right, better yet when to shut the fuck up.  I feel as if I'm corrupting my blog just mentioning her name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110810298727584393?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110810298727584393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110810298727584393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110810298727584393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110810298727584393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-have-really-good-question-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110772752657795087</id><published>2005-02-06T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T14:05:26.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok!  So I went to the mall yessurday.  And I saw Charles and some friend of his there and his friend had to take a shit so we went int o the baffrooms and he went in one of the stalls while Charles and Iw ere talking about gross things and then I told them the story about this oen chick who had a miscarriage in a baffroom and his friend was like:  AAH.  And I was like:  I scared the shit outta your friend Charles.  And he was like:  literally.  So then they went to get Subway and I went for some Asian stuff and we lost each other.  Uh.  Then before I meeted Charles I got a shirt that says 'I'm not skipping school.  I'm going on a self-motivated field trip.'.  You know, because I skip so much.  Then I saw some other people and was gonna buy a belt with beer bottle caps on it but instead bought a CD player so I don't have to listen to the idiots at ITGS.&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'll wait until Valentine's for the girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110772752657795087?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110772752657795087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110772752657795087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110772752657795087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110772752657795087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-so-i-went-to-mall-yessurday.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110746321375107215</id><published>2005-02-03T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:25:52.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok!  So tuesday and yesterday I was skipping/sick and today I forgot my wallet with my excuse note in it.   XD  Uh.  I ated lunch with Brian and his friends and his friend's phone rang and he picked it up and was like:  GAY MALES HOTLINE.  HOW CAN I HELP YOU.  And his friend ran off like:  aah!  Man, it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;And then!  Affer school today I was waiting for ma who was late as usual and found this Clux Delux   ( stupid A La Carte food that tastes like woodchips )   wrapper with tissues in it so I started throwing it at the music building and it fell into a tree and Charles was trying to get it and Naumann was like:   XDD wut r u tryin 2 do u craz-e teenz lofl and I was like:  my wallet's stuck.   =/  So he was like:  ok.  SO then Charles got it out and we eventually tired of throwing it at the roof so I chucked my spoon up there.&lt;br /&gt;And!  That girl I like isn't named what I think.  But either way I talked to her.  Not in the way I'd like, as in, telling her how I feel, but she was like:  you threw your spoon!  What're you gonna do now?  I feel accomplished.   :|  And as such, I've decided to give her the candle tomorrow.  I'm forcing myself.  I don't care how long I have to stay after anime club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110746321375107215?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110746321375107215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110746321375107215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110746321375107215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110746321375107215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/02/ok-so-tuesday-and-yesterday-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110723330724126514</id><published>2005-01-31T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:48:27.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In history today, I was funny!  We had to do notes and since my teacher hates my class she was walking around anc checking our notes so when she got around to mine I .... just a sec.  I gotta scane it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Picture003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There!  I sent it to Mariel and Anna and they were both like:   wtf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I still haven't talked to her.&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting the first chapter of my story a-worked on.  Three quarters left.  And!  Ma makes good pizza but the chicken makes me have to take mad shits and they hoitz.  So I been drinking vinegar like grandfather told me and it's been helping, but man it tastes like buttsex and horse dick!&lt;br /&gt;Also!  I made this pic of a stapler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/staplerboner.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate getting boners in class and then having to get up.   =/  I mean, they curve, but it's still kind of embarassing.  Especially when they're the soft ones because they keep rubbing on your inner thigh.  School is, in my opinion, a waste of a good boner.   =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110723330724126514?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110723330724126514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110723330724126514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110723330724126514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110723330724126514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-history-today-i-was-funny-we-had-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110710669292987193</id><published>2005-01-30T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T09:38:12.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok!  So I got Wild ARMs 2 in the mail finally.  And ma got a 1.3 megapixel camera for 30 bucks on eBay.  And uh.  I don't have anything else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110710669292987193?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110710669292987193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110710669292987193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110710669292987193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110710669292987193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-so-i-got-wild-arms-2-in-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110680152726306521</id><published>2005-01-26T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T20:52:07.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday nylonbob~.&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  This blog's a year old, as of today.   =O  I know damn well it's gonna stay up for a &lt;i&gt;long&lt;/i&gt; time, too.  Ok!  So in RO I almost have all the irons and steels Imma need for a headset.  Now all's I gotta do is wait for Hana to give me more coals and the alchohol and that one metal.  I'm also gonna run the dye quest before becoming a knight and get a two-handed sword, asince I wanna wait until I'm job level 50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110680152726306521?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110680152726306521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110680152726306521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110680152726306521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110680152726306521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-nylonbob.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110670887152806390</id><published>2005-01-25T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:07:51.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok!  So's I found out when to talk to her.  At four on fridays.  Acos I saw her leave then because ma was late picking me up from anime club, which I didn't even attend asince I didn't wanna play DDR.  But then these two chicks started talking to me and now I think she thinks I'm taken....&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  Might as well try it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I got MST3K The Essentials in the mail yesterday, and today I got Wild ARMs 3!  So I was like:  =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your full name:   Michael&lt;br /&gt;Spell your first name backwards:   leahciM&lt;br /&gt;Date of birth:   4/11&lt;br /&gt;Male or female:   male&lt;br /&gt;Astrological sign:   Aries&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames:   Spoon Man, Dungeon Master, fish-person&lt;br /&gt;Occupation:   student?&lt;br /&gt;Height:   5'9"?&lt;br /&gt;Weight:   185 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;Hair color:   brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:   brown&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born:   Rockford, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;Where do you reside now:   Sarasota, Florida&lt;br /&gt;Age:   15&lt;br /&gt;Screen names:   UltimaBob1337, MalevolentAerith, Fishhhheads&lt;br /&gt;E-mail addy:   urinalpoop@tubgirl.com&lt;br /&gt;What does your screen name stand for:   UltimaBob1337  -  Ultima is a cool spell and I like Ultima Demons, Bob's a good name, and 1337 is .... l33t&lt;br /&gt;Malevolent Aerith  -  I'm a malicious person and I have an Aerith fetish&lt;br /&gt;Fishhhheads  -  I had this dumb name 'Fishhheads' when I was 10 and I added an 'h'&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatestjournal name:   what?&lt;br /&gt;What does your greatestjournal name stand for:   what the fuck is a greatestjournal.  Is it another stupid LJ ripoff?&lt;br /&gt;Pets:   Ungoliant.  It's a plant&lt;br /&gt;Number of candles you blew out on your last birthday cake:   I had a cake?&lt;br /&gt;Piercings:   one.  It got infected&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo's:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size:   11?&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty:   righty.  Left feels better, though....&lt;br /&gt;Wearing:   ratty pants, black shirt, bum coat&lt;br /&gt;Hearing:   fridge&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:   tired&lt;br /&gt;Eating/drinking:   nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys/Girls/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love:   you be the judge&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you said:   do you mean to ask how many times have I told someone I love them?  None.  It's thrown around too much these days&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you been in REAL love with:   one.  I'm afraid to tell&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you kissed:   none.  I only do it if I really mean it&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex:   none.  I'll do it for money, though&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you dated:   I have no love life.  Why are you even asking these things?&lt;br /&gt;What do you look for in a guy/girl:   open-minded, free-thinking outcasts .... I don't like conformists&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex:   pretty or not?  I'm only human, so I'm not going to lie&lt;br /&gt;What type of guy/girl do you usually go for:   cute ones who .... brighten your day just by walking by you&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush right now:   yeah&lt;br /&gt;If so who is it:   I don't know.  Why don't you go ask Jesse?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:   FOR EVERY 30 LUK YOUR LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT GOES UP A POINT.  Well, .elendil.'s is at 11 now.  Guess he's fucked, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your first love:   what?&lt;br /&gt;Who is the first person you kissed:   no such thing&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in fate:   yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in soul mates:   yep&lt;br /&gt;If so do you believe you'll ever find yours:   I'll prolly be one of those people who get severely fucked over and end up losing them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings do you have:   a sister&lt;br /&gt;What are your siblings names:   Hana&lt;br /&gt;What are your parents names:   Jodi, and as far as I'm concerned, the fucker's dead&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings does your mother have:   four, I think....&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings does your father have:   didn't I tell you he's 'dead'?&lt;br /&gt;Where are your parents from:   Illinois...?  *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;Is your family close:   no&lt;br /&gt;Does your family get together for holidays:   ....AHAHA.  No&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a drunk uncle:   four!&lt;br /&gt;Any medical problems run through your family:   alchoholism, cancer magnetism....&lt;br /&gt;Does someone in your family wear a toupee:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any nieces or nephews:   no, but I have a cousin with three kids.  I don't like her or her children&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents divorced:   they never married&lt;br /&gt;Do you have step parents:   I wouldn't be surprised&lt;br /&gt;Has your family ever disowned another member of your family:   not htat I know of&lt;br /&gt;Did some of your family come to America from another country:   all from Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song do you swear was written about you or your life:   I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What's the most embarrassing cd you own:   the one from Hot Topic&lt;br /&gt;What's the best cd you own:   Black Mages&lt;br /&gt;What song do you absolutely hate:   any I don't like&lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower:   no&lt;br /&gt;What song reminds you of that special someone:   Love Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I Name An Artist And You Give A Lyric From Any One Of Their Songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Aerosmith:   Dude looks like a lady...?&lt;br /&gt;Madonna:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Korn:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys:   HURR LETS HAVE BUTSEX&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Sublime:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo:   HURR.  LOOK AT MY BUTT-O&lt;br /&gt;*Nsync:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Limp Bizkit:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Stacie Orrico:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Creed:   Can you take me higher?  To a place with golden streets~&lt;br /&gt;Britany Spears:   HURR.  LOOK AT MY TITS&lt;br /&gt;Good Charlotte:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera:   HURR.  I HAVE FAKE DREADS&lt;br /&gt;Eminem:   look @ me hold my dik lol&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Osbourne:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore:   what.&lt;br /&gt;Eve:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Aaliyah:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Nelly:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Incubus:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color:   grey&lt;br /&gt;Food:   Karn's beef &amp; broccoli&lt;br /&gt;Song:   Hamasaki Ayumi  -  No Way To Say&lt;br /&gt;Show:   All In The Family, Sanford &amp; Son, The Jeffersons, MacGyver, Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Andromeda, MST3K&lt;br /&gt;School subject:   sleep count?&lt;br /&gt;Band/singer/artist:   Enya, Hamasaki Ayumi, Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;Animal:   penguin&lt;br /&gt;Outfit:   bum coat, black shirt, ratty pants&lt;br /&gt;Radio station:   102.5...?  *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;Movie:   LotR trilogy&lt;br /&gt;Pair of shoes:   the only ones I have...?&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Actor:   Bruce Lee, Ian McKellen, Viggo Mortensen, Bruce Spence, Lawrence Makoare&lt;br /&gt;Actress:   Miranda Otto&lt;br /&gt;Potato chip:   BBQ~&lt;br /&gt;Drink:   green tea&lt;br /&gt;Soda:   Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;Holiday:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Perfume/cologne:   I don't wear any&lt;br /&gt;Pizza topping:   BBQ chicken, anything with mushrooms....&lt;br /&gt;Jello flavor:   yellow...?&lt;br /&gt;Lunch meat:   ugh.  No.  They give me a headache and you'll know what I've eaten all day&lt;br /&gt;Card Game:   Triple Triad and Tetra Master!&lt;br /&gt;Video game:   Final Fantasy Tactics, Magi Nation&lt;br /&gt;Website:   to scare/deter/gross people out with?  Tubgirl.  Old, but always gets the job done&lt;br /&gt;Book:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Computer game:   Ragnarök Online&lt;br /&gt;Number:   85&lt;br /&gt;Cereal:   Raisin Bran&lt;br /&gt;Comedian:   the rednecks are funny&lt;br /&gt;Dessert:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Disney character:   Donald Duck, Goofy&lt;br /&gt;Clothing store:   meh&lt;br /&gt;Past time:   scaring people&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:   Ashton, Laudano&lt;br /&gt;Childhood toy:   meh&lt;br /&gt;Carnival game/ride:   I don't go to those&lt;br /&gt;Candy bar:   Baby Ruth&lt;br /&gt;Magazine:   Smithsonian&lt;br /&gt;Salad dressing:   meh&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do on the weekend:   Dungeons &amp; Dragons, mall, movies.  Ha!  Like anyone does that with me.  I end up watching LotR&lt;br /&gt;Hot drink:   green tea&lt;br /&gt;Season:   spring, winter&lt;br /&gt;Sport to watch:   Blitzball...?&lt;br /&gt;Person to talk to online:   Jesse.  She always has something to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedroom/Sleeping Habits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your sheets:   RGM-79 green&lt;br /&gt;What color are your bedroom walls:   white&lt;br /&gt;Do you have posters on your wall:   yep&lt;br /&gt;If so of what:   Love Hina, FFX, FFX-2, Mega Tokyo, Return of the King, Snoopy / Joe Cool, Three Stooges&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tv in your bedroom:   yep&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows are on your bed:   one&lt;br /&gt;What do you normally sleep in:   whatever I'm wearing at the moment, sometimes sans pants&lt;br /&gt;Describe your favorite pair of pajamas:   something light and ventilated&lt;br /&gt;What size bed do you have:   it's a futon&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a waterbed/bunkbed/daybed:   futon!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own phone line in your bedroom:   cellphone...?&lt;br /&gt;Describe the last nightmare you had:   some guy was handling the girl like she was an animal and talking to me as if I were a friend.  It was too blurry to see, better yet make out his face&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals:   nope&lt;br /&gt;How many people can comfortably sleep comfortably in your bed:   one&lt;br /&gt;How many people can comfortably sleep comfortably in your bed:   what the fuck.  This is a repeat&lt;br /&gt;Any unusual sleeping positions:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to share your bedroom with a sibling:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you snore:   yep&lt;br /&gt;How about drool:   I might .... I know I talk&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an alarm clock in your room:   yep&lt;br /&gt;What color is the carpet in your room:   beige...?&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed:   pop bottles, sheets, Pikachu doll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loser/wannabe:   loser&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts/bagels:   donuts!&lt;br /&gt;Day/night:   night&lt;br /&gt;Wicked witch of the east/wicked witch of the west:   Witch-King of Angmar&lt;br /&gt;Heaven/hell:   Utumno&lt;br /&gt;Make love/have sex:   maek loev&lt;br /&gt;Coffee/tea:   tea&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers/hotdogs:   chili dogs&lt;br /&gt;Rap/rock:   rock&lt;br /&gt;Britney/Christina:   neither.  Both are fucking stupid&lt;br /&gt;Swiss cheese/american cheese:   swiss&lt;br /&gt;Real World/Road Rules:   what?  Aren't those those shows that all the licentious fools at my school enjoy watching?  I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;Backstreet Boys/*Nsync:   no?&lt;br /&gt;Silver/gold:   silver&lt;br /&gt;Nike/Adidas:   meh&lt;br /&gt;McDonalds/Taco Bell:   Chipoltlé&lt;br /&gt;Sweet/sour:   sweet &amp; sour&lt;br /&gt;Punk/emo:   emo&lt;br /&gt;Hot/cold:   cold&lt;br /&gt;Winter/summer:   winter&lt;br /&gt;Spring/fall:   spring&lt;br /&gt;Operas/plays:   plays&lt;br /&gt;Read/watch tv:   read&lt;br /&gt;Cd's/tapes:   CD&lt;br /&gt;Dvd's/vhs:   DVD&lt;br /&gt;Old/new:   depends&lt;br /&gt;Shorts/skirts:   depends .... hehe&lt;br /&gt;Pink/red:   red?&lt;br /&gt;Colored pictures/black and white photos:   black &amp; white, but the sepia ones are pretty&lt;br /&gt;Meat/vegetables:   vegetables&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food/chinese food:   Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Commercials/infomercials:   infomercials!  That Chopper was neat&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies/comedies:   damn!  That one's hard&lt;br /&gt;Bikinis/one piece bathing suits:   hehe.  That depends&lt;br /&gt;Sandals/tennis shoes:   boots&lt;br /&gt;Dogs/cats:   cats&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns/fairies:   faeries&lt;br /&gt;Water/land:   water&lt;br /&gt;Sugar/spice:   either?&lt;br /&gt;Black/white:   black&lt;br /&gt;Ribbons/bows:   ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Chicken/beef:   beef.  I'm allergic to chicken if it's not done just right&lt;br /&gt;Colored christmas lights/regular white christmas lights:   purple Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;Cars/trucks:   cars&lt;br /&gt;Austin Powers/James Bond:   Austin Powers!&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn/pretzels:   vanilla pretzels&lt;br /&gt;Hip/hop:   what?&lt;br /&gt;Passionate kiss/peck:   if you're going to kiss, be passionate&lt;br /&gt;WWE wrestling/ real wrestling:   both are equally dumb.  Why bother with either...?&lt;br /&gt;Back rub/foot massage:   back rub&lt;br /&gt;Picture frames/photo albums:   depends&lt;br /&gt;Pens/pencils:   pens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Your Opinion Of The Following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem:   white&lt;br /&gt;Virgins:   &lt;s&gt;make better sacrifices&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God:   whatever.&lt;br /&gt;The Osbournes:   HURR&lt;br /&gt;Reality TV:   it's cancer!&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo:   *starts jabbering incoherently in mock-Spanish*&lt;br /&gt;Religion:   waste of time.  Jedi is the way to go&lt;br /&gt;Emo music:   buh?&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day:   it'd be nice if it weren't commercialized....&lt;br /&gt;Christina Aguilera's comeback:   She had something to come back to?  -Gredival&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuals:   big deal.  They're not hurting you.  Why can't you just fucking accept it?  Or is your dick so small you feel obligated to pick on people?  Yeah, I hope your children are born harlequin.  Bastards&lt;br /&gt;Abortion:   it's up to her.  I'm not against it&lt;br /&gt;Inter-racial relationships:   big fucking deal.  It should be about love anyways&lt;br /&gt;Murder:   should be punishable by death&lt;br /&gt;Death:   it's inevitable.  &lt;br /&gt;Obesity:   not an excuse&lt;br /&gt;Pre-marital sex:   er, it makes the pain go away?  Big fucking deal.  Christianity's just a bunch of dumb laws and stories used to prevent people from having fun.  Besides, his name wasn't even Christ to begin with.  It was Yeshua ben &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazareth.  Idiots&lt;br /&gt;Terrorism:   we should just siddown and talk&lt;br /&gt;Pornography:   makes the pain go away &lt;s&gt;if drawn right&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortune Tellers:   hardly ever real, but whatever&lt;br /&gt;Threesomes:   it's better with two.&lt;br /&gt;Prostitution:   makes the pain go away?&lt;br /&gt;Politics:   fucking stupid&lt;br /&gt;Country music:   as long as it's not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; rednecky&lt;br /&gt;George W. Bush:   fucking redneck&lt;br /&gt;Cloning:   big deal.  Let 'em do what they want.  They're not hurting you&lt;br /&gt;Britney's boobs:   can be detached and used as ballistics&lt;br /&gt;Gas prices in America:   I don't care.  I guess it's all a matter of how big your auto makes your dick look.  Fucking gas-guzzlers.  Know where that gas comes from?  Yeah, I hope you burn in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do You Think Of When You Hear These Common Names?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:   Tripper, or that guy from Harvest Moon&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany:   preppy&lt;br /&gt;Ben:   pimply awkward kid from fourth grade&lt;br /&gt;Maria:   good-hearted girl everyone likes and I can't stand&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer:   my sister's .... hussy cousin&lt;br /&gt;Nicole:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Amy:   fat chick&lt;br /&gt;Adam:   friend&lt;br /&gt;Richard:   Dick...?&lt;br /&gt;Arnold:   football guy?&lt;br /&gt;Tom:   Bombadil!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa:   Joan Hart...?&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte:   ....'s Web&lt;br /&gt;Harold:   fat Jewish kid?&lt;br /&gt;John:   friend&lt;br /&gt;Joel:   annoying Bible-thumper from my fourth grade class.  I got his exact seat from his old school when I transfered back to Florida&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa:   some obnoxious kid in my Algebra class&lt;br /&gt;Michelle:   curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin:   fucker&lt;br /&gt;Brent:   tall, helpful prettyboy&lt;br /&gt;Jake:   Hana's rotten-ass cousin&lt;br /&gt;Billy:   Blue Ranger&lt;br /&gt;Sarah:   blonde girl&lt;br /&gt;Natalie:   stupid fat chick in my Spanish class&lt;br /&gt;Christy:   whatever&lt;br /&gt;Nick:   Wunderle&lt;br /&gt;Linda:   Mustafa's annoying niece or whatever the hell she was&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:   good Kindergarten teacher I got after the old bitchy one&lt;br /&gt;Jordan:   friend&lt;br /&gt;Jamie:   kid with buck-teeth&lt;br /&gt;Adrian:   Middle Ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooned anyone:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Been on a diet:   I think&lt;br /&gt;Been to a foreign country:   FOREIGNERS?!   zomg  haha.  No&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone:   YES   T__T&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed a tooth/cap/filling:   I think I swallowed a tooth.  Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Swear at a teacher:   yeah, and with&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an gj member via emails or instant messages:   what?&lt;br /&gt;Got in a fight:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Dated a teacher:   Ms. Mizuho~   ehehe.  No.  They have enough trouble with me as it is&lt;br /&gt;Laughed so hard you peed your pants:   almost   :X&lt;br /&gt;Thought about killing your enemy:   yes.  Gil-Galad style.  Burning hands + enemy = burning hands grabbing enemy's neck and me lifting them like a doll and chucking them at a wall&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Met another gj member in the flesh:   what?&lt;br /&gt;Told a little white lie:   I think&lt;br /&gt;Told a secret you swore not to tell:   duh.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Misused a swear word and it sounded absolutely stupid:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Been on TV:   I think&lt;br /&gt;Been on the radio:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh pit:   a what pit?&lt;br /&gt;Been to a concert:   wait .... mm.  Nope&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it makes you cry:   what's that to you?&lt;br /&gt;Deceived somebody close to you:   yes, and I didn't feel bad!&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law:   duh&lt;br /&gt;Been to a rodeo:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Been on a talk show:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Been on a game show:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Been on an airplane:   yep!&lt;br /&gt;Got to ride on a firetruck:   I don't think&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying:   'I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountainside where he smote it in his ruin.  Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time, and I wandered far on roads that I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will not tell.'&lt;br /&gt;Cheated on a bf/gf:   no!  I'd never do that&lt;br /&gt;Gave someone a piggy back ride:   meh&lt;br /&gt;Terrorized a babysitter:   hehe.  I think~&lt;br /&gt;Made a mud pie:   no&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that you're falling off a cliff:   I think&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house at night:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Been so drunk you don't remember your name:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Had an eating disorder:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Felt like you didn't belong:   I think&lt;br /&gt;Felt like the 3rd wheel:   wut&lt;br /&gt;Smoked:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Had your tonsils removed:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone to camp:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Won a bet:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Written a love letter:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone out of your way to be with the one you love:   I would&lt;br /&gt;Written a love poem:   meh&lt;br /&gt;Kissed in the rain:   I drank it&lt;br /&gt;Slow danced with someone you love:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Participated in an orgy:   eh.  Orgies are teh gehy.  Give me a one-on-one any day&lt;br /&gt;Faked an orgasm:   what?&lt;br /&gt;Stolen a kiss:   down-handed&lt;br /&gt;Asked a friend for relationship advice:   Brian, and he was like:  well, you just have to improve your posture.&lt;br /&gt;Had a friend steal your bf/gf:   they &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; what terrible, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;terrible&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; fate would befall them if they did.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the sunset/rise with someone you love:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Gotten a speeding ticket:   *cough, cough*   ¬¬;&lt;br /&gt;Done jail time:   no~&lt;br /&gt;Had to wear a uniform to work:   me?  Job?  roflcopter&lt;br /&gt;Won a trophy:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in public:   prolly when I was a baby&lt;br /&gt;Bowled a perfect game:   buh?&lt;br /&gt;Failed/got held back:   yep!  Got put back by default when homeschooled, though&lt;br /&gt;Got perfect attendance in grade school:   ....AHAHAHA.  No.&lt;br /&gt;Roasted pumpkin seeds:   buh?&lt;br /&gt;Taken ballet/karate lessons:   Karate.  But I dropped out.  I should start again.&lt;br /&gt;Attempted suicide:   no~&lt;br /&gt;Cut yourself:   by accident.  Two or three times, all on the same hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childhood Stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you play with Barbies/G.I. Joes:   Barbies&lt;br /&gt;Did you own Treasure Trolls:   I think&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch Beverly Hills 90210:   no&lt;br /&gt;Did you play Simon Says:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch Fraggle Rock:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Did you wet the bed:   a few times&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe there were monsters in your closet or under your bed:   prolly&lt;br /&gt;Did you wear the underwear with the days of the week on them:   what?   XD;&lt;br /&gt;Were you shy:   no, but now I am, and people like instantly writing me off as a standoffish, snobby fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Were you spoiled:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Were you abused:   YES WITH THE INFANT SKULLFUCKING AND THE-- no.  Spanked and stuff, yeah, but big fucking deal.&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to the circus:   nope.  Haven't to this day&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to the zoo:   few times~&lt;br /&gt;Were you in a car accident:   YES.  fukkrz yo&lt;br /&gt;Did you build snowmen:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry when you scraped your knee:   no, I played with the blood&lt;br /&gt;Were your older cousins mean to you:   kind of.  Hana, you willing to answer that?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think slinkies were cool:   Iunno.&lt;br /&gt;Did you think the Ninja Turtles really lived in the sewer:   YES.  I still like Michelangelo&lt;br /&gt;Were you afraid of the dark:   kind of, but now I'm used to it and can see pretty damn well in it.&lt;br /&gt;Did you have slumber parties:   um?&lt;br /&gt;Did you have New Kids on the Block sheets, pillows, pajamas, sleeping bag?   what's htat?&lt;br /&gt;Did you tease your hair out like Tiffany:   no, but I hate hair like that.&lt;br /&gt;Did you believe in the Easter Bunny/Santa Claus/ and the Tooth Fairy:   YES.  Until Lori cruelly disillusioned me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in aliens:   there's gotta be something out there....&lt;br /&gt;Name three things that are next to your computer:   razor, Histories of Middle-Earth boxed set, stuffed penguin in a mug.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any hidden talents:   &lt;br /&gt;Do you wish MTV would play music videos:   YES.  NOT FUCKING 'hurr i liek to PIMP RIEDZ YO NIGGAZ G hurr'.  And bring Beavis and Butthead back!  Fuck MTV2!  Fuck it all!  I want the old MTV back!&lt;br /&gt;If you were to star in a movie, what kind of movie would it be:   ask Jesse that one.&lt;br /&gt;What would your movie star name be:   same as it is now.  Michael Hester&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports:   nope&lt;br /&gt;What's the scariest movie you've ever seen:   ZOMG I MADE IN MY PANTS WHEN I SAW TROLL 2.  No.  That movie was great.  Scariest?  That one on SciFi with the bugs.   T__T&lt;br /&gt;What is the best movie you've seen in the theater or rented recently:   RotK.  duh&lt;br /&gt;What is the dumbest movie you've ever seen:   Santa Claus Conquers the Martians   ( with Joel, Servo, and Tom making fun of it. )&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive:   nope&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream car:   Cheech &amp; Chong's!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think your good looking:   yes&lt;br /&gt;Do others think you are good looking:   yes&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever sky dive:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Bigfoot:   yep&lt;br /&gt;How many rooms do you have in your house:   *shrug*  Never gave a shit&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God:   I'm still pondering&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in Satan:   I'm still pondering&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is a heaven:   I'm still pondering&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is a hell:   I'm still pondering&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pooltable:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a pool:   at the apartment building, but the rednecks potty in it.   :X&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dishwasher in your kitchen:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Do you like chocolate:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Who/what is on your 2003 calendar:   stuff about Middle-Earth&lt;br /&gt;How many U.S. states have you been to:   whatever~  I don't even wanna get into that.  Too many.   &gt;__&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wished on a shooting star:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Best Halloween costume you ever wore:   meh&lt;br /&gt;Do you carry any weapons on you:   a spoon&lt;br /&gt;What is your weakness:   adorable girls, hugs, hugs from adorable girls, feelings of guilt associated with adorable girls, birds.&lt;br /&gt;Name something you can't get enough of:   adorable girls...?&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself in 3 adjectives:   creative, cruel, whatever&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have:   none&lt;br /&gt;Future daughters names:   Accident1&lt;br /&gt;Future sons names:   Accident2&lt;br /&gt;What is your ideal way to die:   &lt;br /&gt;How do you release stress:   break blank CD's and their shards with my tennis racket.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a trendy person:   HAHA.  No&lt;br /&gt;Are you an artisitic person:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Are you a realistic person?:   yeah.  Reality sucks&lt;br /&gt;Do you un-tie your shoes every time you take them off:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Are you a strong person:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Are you a strong willed person:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to e-mail you:   someone from Amazon&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to IM you:   Jesse&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate chain e-mails:   YES.  Hurr ur gunna die cuz ur gay hurr&lt;br /&gt;Are you a deep sleeper:   yep&lt;br /&gt;Are you a good story teller:   ask Jesse&lt;br /&gt;What do you believe is your best quality:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest accomplishment:   my story ideas.  And remembering the Lay of the Children of Húrin and the Lay of Leithian detail-by-detail&lt;br /&gt;Do you like to burn candles or incense:   Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Do you have your own credit card:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you win the lotto. What do you do with all that money?:   save three quarters, blow the rest!&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a check book:   nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your drivers licence:   don't have one~&lt;br /&gt;Do you tan easily:   *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair naturally:   brown&lt;br /&gt;How many fillings do you have:   four...?&lt;br /&gt;How many cavities did you have at your last dentist visit:   one or two?  Iunno&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling in the world?   being forgotten.  It's pretty much the same as dying&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world:   I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Is the glass half empty or half full:   half empty&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you downloaded:   RO patch&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch yourself using online terms in your real life?:   nope&lt;br /&gt;What do you think people think of you:   'Scary.'&lt;br /&gt;Are you a likeable person:   I guess&lt;br /&gt;Do you need therapy:   no~&lt;br /&gt;Do you take medication for a chemical imbalance:   buh?&lt;br /&gt;Do you love your bf/gf:   what.  What is this&lt;br /&gt;If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge would they call it FED UP:   whatever&lt;br /&gt;When are you moving:   March, I think.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite phrase:   'There is always hope.'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110670887152806390?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110670887152806390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110670887152806390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110670887152806390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110670887152806390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-sos-i-found-out-when-to-talk-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110632835145950544</id><published>2005-01-21T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T09:25:51.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a new messenger bag and a Flash Drive with a lanyard and a USB!   =O!111&lt;br /&gt;And the lanyard talks!  Ok no it doesn't.  Fuck you.  Lachambre didn't bitch me out when I came in and showed him my excuse.  Shouldn't have anyways, sorry bastard.  LMS was actually worthwhile today, asince I noticed a cute girl.   =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110632835145950544?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110632835145950544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110632835145950544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110632835145950544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110632835145950544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-got-new-messenger-bag-and-flash.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110624330581085693</id><published>2005-01-20T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T09:48:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These new computers in ITGS are teh neat.  Laudano's telling us another story from his military experiences.  He should do standup.   =/&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; fucked.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school at lunch, tried handing in an excuse, didn't work, skipped LMS after my normal lunch, Lachambre saw me crawling under his window and was like:  hurr.  Why are you trying to sneak past me.  And I was like:  zomgIoverslept.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll get bitched at tomorrow.  He's such a bastard.&lt;br /&gt;But!  The school's selling flashdrives for twenny bucks!   =O!111  And Bob's floppy drive isn't working acause it doesn't have a thing to connect to it, Treebeard doesn't have one, and these ones don't either.  So Imma buy one!  And be all like:  yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110624330581085693?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110624330581085693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110624330581085693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110624330581085693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110624330581085693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/these-new-computers-in-itgs-are-teh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110604903503487050</id><published>2005-01-18T03:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T03:50:35.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okz so my cousin Tim a-gotted me an Amazon certificlit.  For 75 dollars!   =O!111&lt;br /&gt;It's actually 95 because the one he sent last year was 50 and I bought RotK with it but accidentally got the VHS version.  But I have DVD now so I'm cool.   :D    But anydicks, I bought Wild ARMs 2 again because the one I had is dead.  Then I bought Wild ARMs 3 and Mystery Science Theater 3000  -  The Essentials.&lt;br /&gt;Who remembers that show?  God .... I miss it.  So damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;And on Ragnarök, I was in Payon Caves!  When aren't I.   =/&lt;br /&gt;But anydicks, I got [b]three[/b] four-slotted maces and another four-slotted falchion!  And a skeleton card!  And two concentration potions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how Hana reacted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16:20] Ultimabob1337: Yet gonna shit a fountain!&lt;br /&gt;[16:20] DemonOfCute: what?&lt;br /&gt;[16:20] Ultimabob1337: I got alot at Payon Caves.&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] DemonOfCute: got a lot of what?&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] Ultimabob1337: Skeleton Card, two four-slot maces, and another four-slot falchion.&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] DemonOfCute: YOU SUCK&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] Ultimabob1337: That a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] DemonOfCute: Don't sell the skel card yet, wait til you can get a good price&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] DemonOfCute: hell yes, skeleton cards = good&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] Ultimabob1337: Yeah, I'm waiting.&lt;br /&gt;[16:21] Ultimabob1337: I just kept boppin' skels until they dropped things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also helping me get Headphones, but in the meantime, has given me a Cake Hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My messenger bag's a-brokeded.   =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src='http://images.quizfarm.com/1104014769loner.jpg'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=987'&gt;What's Your High School Stereotype?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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Why don't you think about it?&lt;br /&gt;C - Chore you hate:  laundry, garbage&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name:  Michael   ( no, I'm not a junior. )&lt;br /&gt;E - Essential make-up item:  duz harespray count&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite perfume:  that stuff my mommy found lying somewhere on the street.  I also like that Bod Man stuff&lt;br /&gt;G - Gold or silver:  &lt;s&gt;mythril&lt;/s&gt;  silver&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown:   Rockford, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;I - Insomnia:  no, I just don't wanna go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;J - Job title:  &lt;s&gt;LEVEL 66765347264574589956865764723627898037563461 DREAD KNIGHT&lt;/s&gt;  gehy.  Student&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids:   I hate them, but if it's what makes the lady happy, I guess I don't have a choice&lt;br /&gt;L - Living arrangements:  with my mommy and the ghosts.  That's right, I said ghosts.  DEATH HANGS OUT IN MY LIVING ROOM.  Fuckers&lt;br /&gt;M - Mum's birthplace:  Rockford, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of apples you've eaten:  less than 200&lt;br /&gt;O - Overnight hospital stays:  two&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia:  arachnaphobia&lt;br /&gt;R - Religious affiliation:  why waste my time?  I've got my own beliefs&lt;br /&gt;S - Siblings:  sister&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up:  I just came up with something....   firecracker + kitten = smoked pussy.  Ok, I'm done.  Now what was the question?   :D&lt;br /&gt;U - Unnatural hair colors you've worn:  poiple tint&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you refuse to eat:  squash.  It tastes like runny baby dick&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit:  plugging my ears through my nose and stroking my &lt;s&gt;penis&lt;/s&gt; facial hair when thinking.&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays:  once&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy foods you make:  zucchini bread, &lt;s&gt;man-butter&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign:  Aries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a month, I'd be:  April?&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week I'd be:  thursday&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day, I'd be:  taco&lt;br /&gt;If I were a planet, I'd be:  boobs&lt;br /&gt;If I were a animal, I'd be:  a duck&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction, I'd be:  north&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be:  a futon&lt;br /&gt;If I were a historical figure, I'd be:  Oprah&lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquid, I'd be:  water.  As long as I don't end up in a potty.   :X&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I'd be:  TREE.  I AM NO TREE.  I'm a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a bird, I'd be:  a duck.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tool, I'd be:  a &lt;s&gt;phallus&lt;/s&gt; stapler&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower/plant I'd be:  pants tree&lt;br /&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I'd be:  fukkin blizzurd&lt;br /&gt;If I were a mythical creature, I'd be:  balrog.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I'd be:  a flute.  You could blow me all day and I wouldn't mind.   :D&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color, I'd be:  grey&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I'd be:  HEY JESSE LOOK   &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/domokun.jpg"&gt; spite&lt;br /&gt;If I were a vegetable, I'd be:  cucumber&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element, I'd be:  lemme get back to you on that one.  There were some really neat ones on La Pucelle Tactics&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I'd be:  &lt;img src="http://www.corning-cc.edu/publicsafety/car%20accident%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I'd be:  Song of Prayer&lt;br /&gt;If I were a movie, I'd be:  that one with the guy sleeping for eight hours&lt;br /&gt;If I were a place, I'd be:  Zanarkand&lt;br /&gt;If I were a material, I'd be:  one of those weird refining metals from RO&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I'd be:  snow&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I'd be:  snow&lt;br /&gt;If I were a word, I'd be:  stapler&lt;br /&gt;If I were an object, I'd be:  A PHALLUS&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part, I'd be:  gun-arm&lt;br /&gt;If I were a subject in school, I'd be:  lunch.&lt;br /&gt;If I were a shape, I'd be:  phallic?  Nah, probably something organic&lt;br /&gt;If I were a number, I'd be:  green&lt;br /&gt;If I were an article of clothing, I'd be:  a boobie rag.   :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Alcoholic Drink:  Scotch and Squirt&lt;br /&gt;Last Car Ride:  Walgreens last night&lt;br /&gt;Last Kiss:  what?&lt;br /&gt;Last Good Cry:  shut up&lt;br /&gt;Last Library Book:  if I wanted to read a book I'd go out and buy it&lt;br /&gt;Last book bought:  the Girls of Gamign volume II&lt;br /&gt;Last Book Read:  The Shaping of Middle-Earth&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Seen in Theatres:  Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;Last Movie Rented:  if I wanted a movie I'd go out and buy it&lt;br /&gt;Last Cuss Word Uttered:  shit.  Friday, when I was running....&lt;br /&gt;Last Beverage Drank:  Coke&lt;br /&gt;Last Food Consumed:  Pizza Bite .... things&lt;br /&gt;Last Crush:  that's none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;Last Phone Call:  Charles.  To see if he wanted to go to a movie.  I gotta call back&lt;br /&gt;Last TV Show:  I think it was Simpsons&lt;br /&gt;Last Time Showered:  friday morning&lt;br /&gt;Last Shoes Worn:  my good old boots that need new laces&lt;br /&gt;Last CD Played:  oh .... I think Potion II&lt;br /&gt;Last Item Bought:  Gundam 0083 volume I, I think&lt;br /&gt;Last Download:  Sakray server&lt;br /&gt;Last Annoyance:  stapler.&lt;br /&gt;Last Disappointment:  well, there's this girl and a candle I need to give her, and I had anime club friday so I dropped off the DVD's for the club to watch and hauled ass to where I see her and waited fifteen minutes.  Failure&lt;br /&gt;Last Soda Drank:  Coke.  Duh&lt;br /&gt;Last Thing Written:  iunno&lt;br /&gt;Last Key Used:  down arrow&lt;br /&gt;Last Words:  'Nope.'.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sleep:  a few hours ago.  I think&lt;br /&gt;Last Ice Cream Eaten:  chocolate chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hester&lt;br /&gt;2.  Spoon Man&lt;br /&gt;3.  Sméagol / Gollum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Bobx3&lt;br /&gt;2.  Fishhheads&lt;br /&gt;3.  Fishhhheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I find hope even when there isn't any&lt;br /&gt;2.  people like me, even if I'm an asshole&lt;br /&gt;3.  I have lots of everyday things stuffed into my bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I'm an asshole&lt;br /&gt;2.  I don't think of how people'll feel once I say something&lt;br /&gt;3.  I .... nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Norwegian Viking&lt;br /&gt;2.  Irish &lt;br /&gt;3.  Bohemian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1.  being forgotten&lt;br /&gt;2.  spiders&lt;br /&gt;3.  dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1.  sleeping.  Alot&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;s&gt;bonar&lt;/s&gt; stapler&lt;br /&gt;3.  putting my feet up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1.  glasses&lt;br /&gt;2.  pendant&lt;br /&gt;3.  coat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Nightwish&lt;br /&gt;2.  AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;3.  whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Hamasaki Ayumi  -  No Way To Say&lt;br /&gt;2.  Nightwish  -  Over The Hills And Far Away&lt;br /&gt;3.  Nightwish  -  Feel For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS&lt;br /&gt;1.  whatever&lt;br /&gt;2.  whatever&lt;br /&gt;3.  whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1.  that's none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;2.  that's none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;3.  that's none of your concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE&lt;br /&gt;1.  I lie.  Alot&lt;br /&gt;2.  I know the Muffin Man.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Stapler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1.  waist&lt;br /&gt;2.  legs&lt;br /&gt;3.  whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't feel like saying this one.&lt;br /&gt;2.  be honest&lt;br /&gt;3.  whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1.  gaming&lt;br /&gt;2.  writing&lt;br /&gt;3.  RO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don't feel like saying this one.&lt;br /&gt;2.  get my damn headset in RO&lt;br /&gt;3.  writing my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1.  writer&lt;br /&gt;2.  chef - writer&lt;br /&gt;3.  guy who can legally pick on people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1.  Norway or Sweden&lt;br /&gt;2.  Zanarkand&lt;br /&gt;3.  Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES&lt;br /&gt;1.  Accident 1&lt;br /&gt;2.  Accident 2&lt;br /&gt;3.  Accident 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1.  FINISH MY FUCKING STORY&lt;br /&gt;2.  throw a stapler at someone.&lt;br /&gt;3.  chase an old man across a bridge while I'm on fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY&lt;br /&gt;1.  Jesus&lt;br /&gt;2.  tubgirl&lt;br /&gt;3.  that big guy from Kamui no Ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't-a eaten pizza for breakfast.   =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110604903503487050?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110604903503487050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110604903503487050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110604903503487050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110604903503487050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/okz-so-my-cousin-tim-gotted-me-amazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110576073543225314</id><published>2005-01-14T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T19:45:35.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://members.home.nl/skrag/psp_cassee.mpg   &lt; video of some Japanese dudes destroying a PSP.  While it's wasteful, it's funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110576073543225314?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110576073543225314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110576073543225314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110576073543225314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110576073543225314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/httpmembers.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110525478183395446</id><published>2005-01-08T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:13:01.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, remember that condom I got from Evan and Jessica?&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;I &lt;b&gt;so&lt;/b&gt; made a balloon out of it.  Those things are fun.  I gotta get more next time we're at a truck stop.   XD&lt;br /&gt;New Years was gay and the dye didn't hold.  Oh.  Yeah.  I'm moving to Orlando in a week or two because Mustafa's being gay and Hana offered to let us live with her.  Then ma'll get a job and get an apartment.  Means I'll probably never be able to see Caitlin again....   At least we didn't go today like we'd originally planned.  I have yet to give her the candle.  Will do monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110525478183395446?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110525478183395446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110525478183395446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110525478183395446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110525478183395446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-remember-that-condom-i-got-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110429005920442896</id><published>2004-12-28T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T19:14:19.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna thin my hair and dye it an unnatural color tomorrow.  It'll either be blue, green, or purple.  Prolly purple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110429005920442896?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110429005920442896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110429005920442896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110429005920442896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110429005920442896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/12/gonna-thin-my-hair-and-dye-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110417088750717413</id><published>2004-12-27T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T23:08:49.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mm!  I'm in a much better mood than last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....   XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried calling Brian to go to the movies but he has family so I have to wait until they leave.  My family never visits.  And they live in the north.  Don't northerners, like, love Florida?  I remember when I was little and I loved it.  When ma told me we were going there, I was like:   =O!111    now I'm like:  this place is cockstink.   =/    Whatever.  All it is down here is a bunch of horn-demon immigrants, horn-demon rednecks, and pretentious old fucks who think everyone loves them.  They like looking at me with these horrified expressions.  Because of the whole hair thing.  And now I have thick facial hair because I got lazy and didn't shave.&lt;br /&gt;Br~   Christmas was better than I expected, in that Mustafa's friends didn't come over and ma didn't gripe about dumb things.  She tends to do that.  I think it's the lack of sunlight.  You see, she likes sunlight....&lt;br /&gt;I got....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Lord of the Rings:  The Return of the King special extended edition   ( I preordered it but ended up with a VHS instead of DVD.   woops )&lt;br /&gt;-Gundam 0083 volumes 2-4   ( I ordered the first. )&lt;br /&gt;-Katamari Damacy   ( more fun than it seems.  You should try it. )&lt;br /&gt;-two watches in this box thing   ( need to fix the bands.... )&lt;br /&gt;-a Stephen King book   ( I thought he had longer hair. )&lt;br /&gt;-a subscription to Smithsonian from Grandfather   ( he has me take a few home each time I visit.  Guess I better start reading them.... )&lt;br /&gt;-a cup with a penguin on it and a stuffed penguin inside.   ( I love penguins.   =/ )&lt;br /&gt;-eighty five bucks, making a total of a hunnerd twenty five.   ( don't know what I'm gonna do with it. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot to mention.  At lunch on I think midterm week, Evan and Jessica walked up to me when I was on a spooning lap and handed me a condom.   XD;   I had my schedule changed.  Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-World History   ( Brian's teacher )&lt;br /&gt;-Biology I&lt;br /&gt;-tubgirl to defecate on Lachambre&lt;br /&gt;-lunch or LMS&lt;br /&gt;-lunch or LMS   ( I'll do that if Caitlin is taken.  I miss fifth lunch anyway. )&lt;br /&gt;-ITGS&lt;br /&gt;-English   ( Brian's teacher and my current first one )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course my counselor won't let me switch history teachers!  Joy.  So I'll have to keep first English, hope the annoying kids leave history, and amybe switch a lunch period.  There's the small hope that I can switch second and seventh, though, so I guess it'll go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-English II&lt;br /&gt;-World History&lt;br /&gt;-tubgirl to defecate on Lachambre&lt;br /&gt;-lunch or LMS&lt;br /&gt;-lunch or LMS&lt;br /&gt;-ITGS&lt;br /&gt;-Biology I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  At least Betsy's in seventh.  MUST FIGHT URGE TO COPY HOMEWORK.  Maybe I should give her that present I promised, like, last year.  Still feel kinda shitty after all she did.  Either way, with LMS, I don't have Naumann anymore, so no more music shit, and I got this one teacher I was supposed to get in seventh grade when that sixth grader broke my arm.&lt;br /&gt;I can pull my hair into an Irvine ponytail!  I gotta get it thinned again.  I don't like what the lady did this time.  All she did was whack half an inch off and say it was 'layered'.  You can't see it, but still.  It looks better thin than thick, because when it's thick it starts sticking out light Fighter-hair, as compared to Aragorn-hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110417088750717413?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110417088750717413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110417088750717413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110417088750717413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110417088750717413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/12/mm-im-in-much-better-mood-than-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110353716809610202</id><published>2004-12-20T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T02:06:08.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big-ass rant.&lt;br /&gt;Ha~  this break is going to fucking &lt;b&gt;suck&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On our way back from getting Hana, some infant skullfuck trucker merges to the right, raises a big-ass cloud of dust, and almost crashes into another truck in front of us.  If he'd have jack knived, I'd be dead!  We ran up behind him and got his liscence plate number.&lt;br /&gt;Dickwad.&lt;br /&gt;Then, like, last saturday or whatever I preordered RotK and bought the first volume of Gundam 0083 with the money from Tim's gift certificate.  Gundam DVD came yesterday, but instead of getting the RotK &lt;i&gt;DVD&lt;/i&gt; like I'd &lt;i&gt;ordered&lt;/i&gt;, I got a VHS.  So we sent it back and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Midterms were alright.  Parrot's was easy, except Carl cheated on his and she took his paper so he started bitching, then bawling and throwing pencils.  GUESS WHO SITS IN FRONT OF HIM   grr   I couldn't really concentrate on Laudano's, since at lunch, I saw Caitlin.  And this guy had his arm around her.  I don't care anymore.  As long as she's happy.  Corriea's was kind of hard  ( she took it herself the day before and said so ), but I pulled through and then passed out.  Lachambre's was gay, as is anything he makes us do.  After the exam, I started reading and he asked me if I'd finished my extra credit.  So I was like:  in a way.   And he got all pissy and told me to put my book down.  Of course, there was a girl reading, but he didn't tell &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; what to do.  Look, old man.  No one wants your poopy dick, especially not high school girls.  Go back to hell and fucking stay there.  Naumann's was so fucking easy I marked both options on this yes/no box answer and wrote 'taco' on a few of the spaces.  Of course, I had to use a traffic cone as a writing surface bcause there weren't enough seats.  Then we watched Monty Python when we were finished.   w00    Last one was in Conaghan's.  As usual, everyone was out of control.  When Steve and I finished we played our Gameboys while everyone else watched some gay Christmas movie.  Know how I was supposed to give that girl the candle?  Well, as usual, I waited until the last.  Fucking.  Minute.  Possible.  Friday was the day I was supposed to show Hana to her old teachers.  It was also that last minute.  She was dicking around with Feasley, who was busy bitching at her students and talking about how SPLEN-FUCKING-DIVEROUS my sister was when she was in her class.  SHE BEAT PINEVIEW!   YAYnoonefuckingcares   She wasted so much time, we couldn't get Laudano in time!  Nice going.  So we went to Davis's.&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah .... you students &lt;i&gt;suck&lt;/i&gt; compared to &lt;i&gt;Rihana&lt;/i&gt;.  Oh!  This guy's a cartoony artist, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I guess Hana's the one everyone fucking &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; and I'm the one who ruins everything.  Know something?  This family sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at ma.  She's the one who tells me to just clam up and deal with my problems.  Yeah.  You're the one, who, after storming out of Dollar General, fucking &lt;b&gt;SCREAMED&lt;/b&gt; at the top of your lungs about that nasty Italian woman in front of us.  I ask you why you do that.  After all, you taught me not to.  You say something about 'well, that's inexcusible!'  THERE WAS AN OPENING.  THERE WAS A &lt;B&gt;FUCKING OPENING&lt;/B&gt; FOR THREE SECONDS AFTER THE ONE LADY SAID HER REGISTER WAS OPEN!  Pay attention once in a while and maybe, just &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt;, you wouldn't be so fucking annoying!&lt;br /&gt;What about Hana!  Everyone loves Hana!  We should make a show!  EVERYBODY LOVES HANA.  I get to be the dad.  Except if I were your father I'd disown you.   :D  All I hear from ma is about &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; accomplisments.  What &lt;i&gt;you've&lt;/i&gt; done.  Hana made renaissance!  Hana made dean's list!  Hana painted that!  Look what Hana did!  Hey, if you try ahrd enough, you'll be as good as Hana!  Whatever I do, no onegives me credit and instead says she did it.  I always end up having to lose something that makes me happy so she can advance.  You give me grey hairs and your rabbit licks dog pussy.  Speaking of that gay piece of shit, she escaped.  They found her, of course.  No scolding.  Nothing!  If the cat had done something like that, they'd have punished her!  If she keeps that rabbit here a day longer than promised, the only food it'll get from me is fucking onions.&lt;br /&gt;The people north of us are alright.  I don't know what ma's bitching about.  She always tells us to clam up and deal with things.  Is she?  No.  That's called running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm at fault as far as Caitlin goes, though .... I know alot of people who'd tell me to go and find someone else, but I can wait.  I love her.  Just hurts.  Of course, I was the one to obey the stars, while the one she's with now didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Poor bastard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking bored in here.  Now I know how housewives feel.   XD  Ever since we moved down here, I've stayed inside and distanced myself from other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110353716809610202?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110353716809610202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110353716809610202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110353716809610202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110353716809610202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/12/big-ass-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110298521298229537</id><published>2004-12-13T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T16:46:52.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleh.  I need to stop doing my ITGS papers at the last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110298521298229537?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110298521298229537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110298521298229537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110298521298229537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110298521298229537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/12/bleh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110297169685454028</id><published>2004-12-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T13:01:36.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ma's being a bitch again.  It always happens around the holidays.  Yesterday it was about my friends being pessimistic and later something about people who pass high school making more money than drop-outs, when I'm not failing  ( every )  class and haven't dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;She should talk.  She's the one who got kicked out of high school for missing so fucking much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so getting a job after my birthday.  That way I won't have to listen to her fucking repeated stories about aunt Janet and whoever the fuck else she talks shit about and then randomly calls.  No.  I don't.  Fucking.  Care.  Leave me alone.  You're wasting my time and your voice hurts my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I go places with my friends more often I won't have to listen to it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to talk to that one girl.&lt;br /&gt;Still.&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I was afraid this time, or that she was walking with someone else, I just couldn't find her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110297169685454028?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110297169685454028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110297169685454028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110297169685454028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110297169685454028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/12/mas-being-bitch-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110261207454054425</id><published>2004-12-09T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T09:07:54.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha.  Naumann was so pissed last period.  People threw discs and DVD cases at the TA and someone lifted a guitar stand.   New kid stayed only for attendance and then skipped.  I was gonna skip too but .... didn't.  Prolly will tomorrow. When he came in he was all liek:  grr.  You're all a bunch of fucking animals.  And I was like:  *whisper* he forgot his elephant tranquilizers.  Then he slammed this crystal DVD case down and it asploded.&lt;br /&gt;Also!  Oh.  Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna talk to her today.   =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110261207454054425?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110261207454054425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110261207454054425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110261207454054425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110261207454054425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110170446458839810</id><published>2004-11-28T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:14:19.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guh.  Twenty more days until the next break, three of which are mid-terms.&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was, as usual, long and boring.  Got up at around 2:50, took some food and ate in my room, watched Comedy Central, and then ma, Hana, and Mustafa went gambling and I watched Ferris Bueller and then played FFX, all the while making constipated noises.  Hana liked it, and I got the apartment to myself for, like, seven hours.  &lt;br /&gt;Seven hours of no galloping.  Seven hours of no Hana coughing and not covering her mouth.  SEVEN HOURS OF NOT HAVING TO LISTEN TO MA BITCH ABOUT RANDOM STUPID FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;I know that's usually not much, but when Hana's around it is.  Because her friends only &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt; ask her to go out, and that's, like, the &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; time she's not around when she's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*   I wish my friends'd do that.  Just gimme a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the replacement for FFVIII in the mail friday.   ( second disc had tape on it...? )   All I gotta do now is get my music CD's back from Brian, my FMP DVD back from Jared, my Gundam 0080 DVD's and FMP manga back from the black dude, my TTA special disc back from Dorothy, and my Bastard DVD back from Rafiq.&lt;br /&gt;Hana read my tarot and said I'd do well on them, but it was something &lt;i&gt;else&lt;/i&gt; that caught my attention even more.  She said something about 'winning something I've been looking for' or whatever.  So I guess that means it's okay to tell that girl how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;I think, but am not certain, that she said 'hi', and then my name.  If she did, I hope I don't come off as too much of a snob, not replying and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE RANTING&lt;br /&gt;or whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110170446458839810?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110170446458839810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110170446458839810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110170446458839810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110170446458839810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/11/guh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110117581716992231</id><published>2004-11-22T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T18:10:17.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nope, didn't die or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Got through with a bunch of stupid projects and I still have to present one.  It's alot easier this week now that almost everyone's out of town.  We had to watch the supersize me video in history.  FUCKING.  HILARIOUS.  I could spot the cheese when he puked.   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!  When I was talking to a friend in the hall, Caitlin walked by.  And did the thing where she looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like:  &lt;img src="http://www.warofthering.net/quintessential/movieshots_ttt/mtv_aragorn_spottingwargs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god she's so lovely I can't even put it into words.   T__T  I haven't been able to think of anyone since I first saw her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110117581716992231?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110117581716992231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110117581716992231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110117581716992231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110117581716992231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/11/nope-didnt-die-or-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-110025538100811438</id><published>2004-11-12T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T02:29:41.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok.  Got &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/wtfhorse.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the left is a penis and the guy on the right is a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:  the the penis on the illustration does not in any way, shape, or form, resemble the artist's.  His is actually quite large.&lt;br /&gt;Well, penises &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; look kind of like that.  And men have, over the ages, perfected the art of getting them to talk.  There are, however, many methods, but after a heated debate at the GFF forums some time between August 2003 and .... November 2004, we have come to the conclusion that, if you use your fingertips and gently move the opening to and fro, it will talk, and that stroking it while hard will cause it to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might need sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-110025538100811438?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/110025538100811438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=110025538100811438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110025538100811438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/110025538100811438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109943692586746190</id><published>2004-11-02T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T15:08:45.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The elections need to end already.   :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109943692586746190?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109943692586746190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109943692586746190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109943692586746190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109943692586746190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/11/elections-need-to-end-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109935542477187498</id><published>2004-11-01T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:30:24.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I make people's day this way.  Daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19:10] zombie cacturne: hey guys&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: and gave her mother 40 whacks&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: i got something to show you&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: when she saw what she had done&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: she gave her father 41&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: i want you to take a long, hard look at this ok?&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: i want you to take this seriously&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] Met Albu Shi: :o&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: seeing as how i cannot&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: http://p203.ezboard.com/fsmokeandmirrors34981frm7.showMessage?topicID=213.topic&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: dude i read that wrong&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] Met Albu Shi: Omg?&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] IHaveAForkFetish: ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: i read you wanted me to take something long and hard&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: and I was like WHOOAAAA SLOW DOWN&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] IHaveAForkFetish: I THOUGHT "OH DEAR CHRIST"&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: SHUT UP AND LOOK ;-;  http://p203.ezboard.com/fsmokeandmirrors34981frm7.showMessage?topicID=213.topic&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Met Albu Shi: I thought she said "I want to take you long and hard"&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Gamer Chris116: ...what the crap?&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Gamer Chris116: I can't understand a word they are saying&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Gamer Chris116: ..well..."Energy tentacles"?&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] Met Albu Shi: I have those&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] Met Albu Shi: :o&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] Gamer Chris116: For tentacle raping no doubt&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] IHaveAForkFetish: No snap!&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] The Trail Remix: ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] The Trail Remix: -psi feeds on chris-&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: What the hell is psi feeding?&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: *shoots pie out of every pore*&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: You kind of...eat them with your mind?&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: O_o&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: its feeding psi, duh.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: :o&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: *psi feeds on Mari*&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: I THOUGHT EVERYONE KNEW&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: ...&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: That's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] UltimaBob1337: i want to eat people out with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] UltimaBob1337: Fuck normal eating.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Met Albu Shi: Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] The Trail Remix: uh &lt;br /&gt;[19:15] The Trail Remix: what i gather&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] The Trail Remix: it's eating their aura lmfao&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Gamer Chris116: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Met Albu Shi: OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] UltimaBob1337: I see those.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Met Albu Shi: Pie is much yummier.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] UltimaBob1337: But I'd still rather eat people out than eat their auras.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] Met Albu Shi: Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] IHaveAForkFetish: Never eat the fuzzy caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] Gamer Chris116: ..don't suppose they taste good&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] Gamer Chris116: o_o&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] UltimaBob1337: Vaginas?&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] UltimaBob1337: Wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: ...&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] zombie cacturne: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: Good to know?&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: Uh&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: ..I was talking about auras&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] The Trail Remix: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] zombie cacturne: ,_,&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: But that too, I guess&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] The Trail Remix: I wanna go home ;__;&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: I was talking about caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] UltimaBob1337: I love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/KristinaG/1097175582_tsladyluck.jpg" border="0" alt="ladyluck"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a LadyLuck! You like to use your charm and&lt;br&gt;magic tricks to win! You take chances and&lt;br&gt;sometimes (if ever) suffer the consequences.&lt;br&gt;You're a little cocky and can sometimes bite&lt;br&gt;off more than you can chew... That probably&lt;br&gt;causes you serious problems. But why would you&lt;br&gt;care? After all... You are LadyLuck! And you're&lt;br&gt;proud of it! Strong and steady... Invincible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/KristinaG/quizzes/Which%20Dress%20Sphere%20suits%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dress Sphere suits you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a gram-bag for Caitlin, like thursday, but....&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  I decided not to because she looked a little pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Today:  I tried catching up to her, but when I began chasing, a bunch of assholes appeared out of, like, nowhere and got in my way.  When it cleared she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll take my Theanine later in the day, like .... around lunch.  That way, when I see her, I won't be all OMGWTFBBQyeshuabennazarethTITTIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wutevarroffle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109935542477187498?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109935542477187498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109935542477187498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109935542477187498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109935542477187498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-make-peoples-day-this-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109935539278549036</id><published>2004-11-01T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:10:43.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I make people's day this way.  Daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19:10] zombie cacturne: hey guys&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: and gave her mother 40 whacks&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: i got something to show you&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: when she saw what she had done&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: she gave her father 41&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: i want you to take a long, hard look at this ok?&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: i want you to take this seriously&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] Met Albu Shi: :o&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: seeing as how i cannot&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: http://p203.ezboard.com/fsmokeandmirrors34981frm7.showMessage?topicID=213.topic&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: dude i read that wrong&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] Met Albu Shi: Omg?&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] IHaveAForkFetish: ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: i read you wanted me to take something long and hard&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] The Trail Remix: and I was like WHOOAAAA SLOW DOWN&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] IHaveAForkFetish: I THOUGHT "OH DEAR CHRIST"&lt;br /&gt;[19:11] zombie cacturne: SHUT UP AND LOOK ;-;  http://p203.ezboard.com/fsmokeandmirrors34981frm7.showMessage?topicID=213.topic&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Met Albu Shi: I thought she said "I want to take you long and hard"&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Gamer Chris116: ...what the crap?&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Gamer Chris116: I can't understand a word they are saying&lt;br /&gt;[19:12] Gamer Chris116: ..well..."Energy tentacles"?&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] Met Albu Shi: I have those&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] Met Albu Shi: :o&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] Gamer Chris116: For tentacle raping no doubt&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] IHaveAForkFetish: No snap!&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] The Trail Remix: ROTFL&lt;br /&gt;[19:13] The Trail Remix: -psi feeds on chris-&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: What the hell is psi feeding?&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: *shoots pie out of every pore*&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: You kind of...eat them with your mind?&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: O_o&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: its feeding psi, duh.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: :o&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Gamer Chris116: *psi feeds on Mari*&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: I THOUGHT EVERYONE KNEW&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: ...&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: That's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] Met Albu Shi: on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] UltimaBob1337: i want to eat people out with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;[19:14] UltimaBob1337: Fuck normal eating.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Met Albu Shi: Rofl.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] The Trail Remix: uh &lt;br /&gt;[19:15] The Trail Remix: what i gather&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] The Trail Remix: it's eating their aura lmfao&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Gamer Chris116: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Met Albu Shi: OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] UltimaBob1337: I see those.&lt;br /&gt;[19:15] Met Albu Shi: Pie is much yummier.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] UltimaBob1337: But I'd still rather eat people out than eat their auras.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] Met Albu Shi: Yeah, me too.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] IHaveAForkFetish: Never eat the fuzzy caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] Gamer Chris116: ..don't suppose they taste good&lt;br /&gt;[19:16] Gamer Chris116: o_o&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] UltimaBob1337: Vaginas?&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] UltimaBob1337: Wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: ...&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] zombie cacturne: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: Good to know?&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: Uh&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: ..I was talking about auras&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] The Trail Remix: ....&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] zombie cacturne: ,_,&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: But that too, I guess&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] Gamer Chris116: &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] The Trail Remix: I wanna go home ;__;&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] IHaveAForkFetish: I was talking about caterpillars.&lt;br /&gt;[19:17] UltimaBob1337: I love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/KristinaG/1097175582_tsladyluck.jpg" border="0" alt="ladyluck"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're a LadyLuck! You like to use your charm and&lt;br&gt;magic tricks to win! You take chances and&lt;br&gt;sometimes (if ever) suffer the consequences.&lt;br&gt;You're a little cocky and can sometimes bite&lt;br&gt;off more than you can chew... That probably&lt;br&gt;causes you serious problems. But why would you&lt;br&gt;care? After all... You are LadyLuck! And you're&lt;br&gt;proud of it! Strong and steady... Invincible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/KristinaG/quizzes/Which%20Dress%20Sphere%20suits%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Dress Sphere suits you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a gram-bag for the girl, like thursday, but....&lt;br /&gt;Friday:  I decided not to because she looked a little pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Today:  I tried catching up to her, but when I began chasing, a bunch of assholes appeared out of, like, nowhere and got in my way.  When it cleared she wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll take my Theanine later in the day, like .... around lunch.  That way, when I see her, I won't be all OMGWTFBBQyeshuabennazarethTITTIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wutevarroffle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109935539278549036?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109935539278549036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109935539278549036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109935539278549036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109935539278549036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-make-peoples-day-this-way_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109875967929937262</id><published>2004-10-25T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T20:01:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, I didn't kill myself.   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually fairly decent.  But!  I have this gay paper in bioethics due before Thanksgiving Break.  And shit.  Walked around and hit people with a spoon and was all like:  I SPEWN U.  Then I did it to this girl and she started poking me.  And when I did it to Devin this cute girl walked up to me and screamed something about not having buttsex under a tree.  I'd prefer doing it in a laundry room, preferably during the day, with a warm blanket under us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on dreaming.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she's &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; cute.   ;__;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'll shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  Got report cards and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English II ( Parrot )  -  B . 87&lt;br /&gt;Biology I ( Corriea )  -  C . 72&lt;br /&gt;Algebra IB ( Lachambre )  -  F . 58&lt;br /&gt;lunch  -  N/A&lt;br /&gt;Music Appreciation/Steel Ensemble ( Naumann )  -  C . 75   ( because I didn't hand in the SIGN THIS PLZKTHX sheet that was supposed to be handed out at the beginning of the year. )&lt;br /&gt;ITGS ( Laudano )  -  N/A; came in sixth week&lt;br /&gt;World History ( Conaghan )  -  B . 83   ( THIS TEACHER IS SUCH A FUCKING MORON IT MAKES BABY JESUS CRY. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rock the cock.  I learned that my Theanine also acts as a sexual stimulant.   XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109875967929937262?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109875967929937262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109875967929937262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109875967929937262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109875967929937262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/10/no-i-didnt-kill-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109778198786892916</id><published>2004-10-14T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T12:26:27.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got the rose today and carried it around wrapped in my jacket, but ended up missing the chance.  Instead I gave it to Fugate; she was happy and all, but now I feel burned out.  Like I could cry, but can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My watch broke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109778198786892916?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109778198786892916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109778198786892916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109778198786892916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109778198786892916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-got-rose-today-and-carried-it-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109752991639583898</id><published>2004-10-11T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T14:25:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jessie likes my story idea; she wants me to take my time in writing it.&lt;br /&gt;The rose didn't come today, but I hope it does soon; Caitlin looked sad, and that's the last thing I want her to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I forgot to mention that I got, like, a &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; shitty grade on my project in English.   XD;  Er, aside from that, Corriea moved me right behind this one asspipe I can't stand.  He was one of Tommy's friends.  God I fucking hate that cunt-leak.  Lachambre was particularly abraisive today, yelling at the entire class and then bitching at me for reading after school.  Stupid rabbit's finally gone, and I got all my CD's but the colored music ones.  Brian prolly has them, and I have a bone to pick with him for downloading shit on my computer without my consent and fucking it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109752991639583898?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109752991639583898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109752991639583898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109752991639583898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109752991639583898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/10/jessie-likes-my-story-idea-she-wants.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109738939289998608</id><published>2004-10-09T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:23:12.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe.  Got a rose for my crush yesterday; I'm having it delivered to myself second period monday so I can give it to her personally.  I wonder how she'll react...?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I don't care.  Just as long as she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes .... otherwise, I bought FotR for PS2.  I like the voice they gave the Nazgûl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW SOME WORDS OF ADVICE IN BINARY.   :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01010111 01101000 01100101 01101110 00100000 01100111 01101001 01110010 01101100 01110011 00100000 01110011 01110100 01100001 01110010 01100101 00100000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100111 01110101 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01101011 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01100011 01101111 01100011 01101011 00100000 01110111 01101111 01110101 01101100 01100100 00100000 01100110 01100101 01100101 01101100 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101000 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110110 01100001 01100111 01101001 01101110 01100001 00101110 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use them wisely.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cracks up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109738939289998608?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109738939289998608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109738939289998608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109738939289998608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109738939289998608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/10/hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109570608351255621</id><published>2004-09-20T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T23:30:00.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bought Zeonic Front, DoA2, and FFX; all of 'em are good.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really do anything at school today; all I did in the media center was sit with Carl and make jokes until we saw the teacher staring at us.   XD  Then some &lt;i&gt;fine&lt;/i&gt;-looking girl sat where he was and started researching.  ( and I'm not talking about 'oh.  She looks like a whorish star' fine; I'm talking about .... like.  I don't even know!   =O )  Biology, nothing, plain and simple; same with Algebra.  Lunch was pretty gay with the dumbfuck freshman kid asking Rafiq if he could have this banker action figure or whatever it was Rafiq was giving a teacher.  Then some fight started!   =O&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;b&gt;hilarious&lt;/b&gt;.  This one guy pushed a girl and some ROTC fella, Jack, started yelling at this black guy and they started throwing insults back and forth  ( even if they didn't make any sense. )  and the girl decided to kill it by crying, and a bunch of people gathered around and this one guy was like:  'omgz fite!!!1 roffle' and Bender was like:  'haha.  Whatever'.  Then Moyer, this big guy, and some SRO's came and were all like:  'okz be niec' and shit.  Funny, funny stuff.  Watched Finding Nemo with some other kids in Naumann's class; pretty dumb.  Don't know why people liked it so much.  Had a sub in programming again.  Couldn't get the work done because I didn't have a book.  History was stupid, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AgentJacker/1065634759_CServerc2.jpg" border="0" alt="Christie"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're most compatable with Christie!  She is very&lt;br&gt;calm and cool.  However, she is a trained&lt;br&gt;assassin so she can take care of herself.  Her&lt;br&gt;current mission is to destroy Helena.  To get&lt;br&gt;on her good side make sure to give her all&lt;br&gt;kinds of weapons, such as guns and knives.  She&lt;br&gt;also likes cars and guitars.  Her favorite&lt;br&gt;color is black so make sure to get her black&lt;br&gt;colored items.  You two would be perfect for&lt;br&gt;each other as long as you can impress her&lt;br&gt;enough to become her friend.  Just watch your&lt;br&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AgentJacker/quizzes/Which%20DOA%20(Dead%20or%20Alive)%20girl%20are%20you%20most%20compatable%20with%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which DOA (Dead or Alive) girl are you most compatable with?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White hair turns me on.   :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109570608351255621?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109570608351255621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109570608351255621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109570608351255621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109570608351255621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/09/bought-zeonic-front-doa2-and-ffx-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109522050524617912</id><published>2004-09-14T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T20:55:05.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Devin and I got kicked out of sixth period class because we were too far ahead of everyone else and the teacher was a bitch.  So we went to the guidance office and checked out this one IB class; programming or whatever.  All they were doing was playing games .... including Lemmings.  So that means I can update my LJ, blog, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; post at VGF while at school.  And it's a full-year cours.  The pop machines are also stocking Mr. Pibb and grape.  How fucking lucky.   =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend ma decided to buy me a PS2 with this money she won from a casino.  I was going to pay for a game, memory card, and strategy guide, but she did instead.  The game's La Pucelle Tactics.  Pretty good.  Pre-ordered The Lord of the Rings:  The Third Age and entered the contest.  Prolly gonna drop by EB again this week with coupons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109522050524617912?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109522050524617912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109522050524617912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109522050524617912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109522050524617912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/09/devin-and-i-got-kicked-out-of-sixth.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109305966156706511</id><published>2004-08-20T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T20:49:10.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yep. Everyone I cared about was alright. Played the steel drums thursday. It was actually pretty funny, the way I was fucking up. XD; Alot less people in that class-- only twelve. The teacher's assistant needs to fuck off because all she does is, like, stare into space and take up valuable breathing space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/quiz.php?quiz=65"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://guru.theotaku.com/results/65_mutsuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/quiz.php?quiz=65"&gt;theOtaku.com: What Happy Lesson Teacher-Mother Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109305966156706511?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109305966156706511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109305966156706511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109305966156706511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109305966156706511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/08/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109253064408861198</id><published>2004-08-14T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T17:47:03.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh. We left Sarasota at 4 thursday night and ended up not getting hit, but the next day at Orlando, we got fucking &lt;b&gt;blasted&lt;/b&gt;. A bunch of trees were felled and even more were split down their middles, and I know damn well that UCF's not gonna do shit about the trees around their campus, since all the money that goes to them automatically goes to the fucking jocks. There's supposed to be a storm sometime this week, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone I couldn't get ahold of is ok.  It seems that this family has a curse on it that affects random people with horrible luck or something, while we always get through ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109253064408861198?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109253064408861198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109253064408861198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109253064408861198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109253064408861198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/08/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109233738789424012</id><published>2004-08-12T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:03:07.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there's a storm or sompin tomorrow.  Friday the 13th.   XD&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of kids're going down to the beach for some stupid reason that's beyond me.  Ended up switching third period steel ensemble for fifth period lunch, so now I have Algebra IB for third  ( and no annoying people. ), lunch for fourth  ( with Dorothy, Imre, and Rafiq nontheless.  w00 ), and steel ensemble for fifth.  The girls in fifth're alot prettier than in third.   XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to use them as incentive to do well.   &gt;__&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Also changed Spanish into some business class and I'm gonna take Latin for my language credits instead-ahands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 01. I miss somebody right now.&lt;br /&gt;* 02. I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;br /&gt;* 03. I love olives.&lt;br /&gt;* 04. I love sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;* 05. I own lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;* 06. I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;* 07. I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;08. I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;09. I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;* 13. I have acne free skin.&lt;br /&gt;14. I like and respect Al Sharpton&lt;br /&gt;* 15. I curse frequently.&lt;br /&gt;* 16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;* 17. I have a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me&lt;br /&gt;* 20. I'm really, really smart.&lt;br /&gt;* 21. I've never broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;* 24. I'm paranoid at times.&lt;br /&gt;25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;* 26. I need money right now!&lt;br /&gt;* 27. I love Sushi.&lt;br /&gt;* 28. I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;29. I like coffee.&lt;br /&gt;* 30. I have semi-long hair.&lt;br /&gt;31. I have lost money in Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;* 32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister.&lt;br /&gt;33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin.&lt;br /&gt;36. I have worn fake hair/nails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;* 38. I like the way that I look sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;* 39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;40. I know how to do cornrows.&lt;br /&gt;* 41. I am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;* 42. I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;43. I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;br /&gt;44. I think Britney Spears is hot.&lt;br /&gt;45. I have cheated on a significant other in the past.&lt;br /&gt;* 46. I have a hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;* 48. I think that I'm popular. ( in my own special way. )&lt;br /&gt;* 49. I am currently single.&lt;br /&gt;50. I have kissed someone of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;51. I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;* 52. I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants&lt;br /&gt;* 53. I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;54. I would rather shop than eat. ( I'd actually rather sleep. )&lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;* 57. I'm obsessed with my Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;58. I don't hate Anyone.&lt;br /&gt;59. I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington.&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;* 62. I have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;63. I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;* 66. I love drama.&lt;br /&gt;* 67. I have never been in a real relationship before.&lt;br /&gt;* 68. I've rejected someone before.&lt;br /&gt;* 69. I currently have a crush on someone. w00&lt;br /&gt;* 70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;71. I want to have children in the future. ( *snort* )&lt;br /&gt;72. I have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;73. I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;* 74. I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;76. I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;* 77. I have a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie. ( those movies are so fucking stupid it's not even funny. )&lt;br /&gt;* 80. I am very shy around the opposite sex sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;* 81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;* 82. I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;* 83. I have tried alcohol before. ( ma had me taste some to turn me off before I started. )&lt;br /&gt;84. I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past.&lt;br /&gt;85. I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;86. I have avoided assignments at work to be on Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum.&lt;br /&gt;* 88. I enjoy some country music.&lt;br /&gt;89. I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza&lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;* 92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;* 94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"&lt;br /&gt;* 96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;98. I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;* 99. I'm happy as of this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been acting standoffish and smartassy.  So in other words I don't open up unless I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have to cut a lock of hair off for Eddie because I told him I would if he asked me another hair question.   XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109233738789424012?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109233738789424012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109233738789424012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109233738789424012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109233738789424012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-think-theres-storm-or-sompin.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109208845519765206</id><published>2004-08-09T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T15:08:25.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uh. First day of school. w00&lt;br /&gt;Had to wait outside a portable for-fucking-ever before the teacher'd let us in for English; it sucked. Biology after that. Teacher was hot, but a little creepy. I don't think she likes Brian's jokes. Steel ensemble after that, but I ended up going to the steel &lt;b&gt;band&lt;/b&gt; room accidentally. Went to some Algebra room and Imre saw me and he was like: =O 'Mike's in my class w00' then I walked out and he was like: =/. Wound up in the right room. Some girl was staring at me the entire period. I'm gonna go with what Cam said on this one. XD Algebra IB with Lachambre. It was semi-ok. After that was lunch, but Lachambre let us all out too early and those fat black ladies who did the security work were like: =O 'SKIPPAR' and I was like: 'uh. Lachambre let us out early.' and the checked and were like: 'oh. Sorry.'. Like I'd actually cut class when I was already &lt;i&gt;in&lt;/i&gt; school? Christ. If anything I'd cut class period and just not go. After that I had to go to Spanish I ( because I failed it last year. ). Pretty gay. Oh well. I'm gonna do my language classes on Virtual Schools anyway and just take something else in sixth period. History for seventh. I liked it, but that one midget, that one annoying skank who keeps calling me by my last name, and that fat, religious girl were there. At least I'm not sitting next to them. Anymore. I guess this year I'm going to .... not-jack around and actually get things done on-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basic...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FULL NAME: Lactating Jesus&lt;br /&gt;GENDER: penis&lt;br /&gt;BIRTH: 4/11/89&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHPLACE: Rockford, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;HOME: some maggoty apartment building in Florida&lt;br /&gt;HEIGHT: at or around six feetsWEIGHT: 170-ish&lt;br /&gt;EYES: brown&lt;br /&gt;HAIR: depends on what light it's in. Most of the time, it's brown&lt;br /&gt;THUNDERSTORMS: like 'em&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN? Aries&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? not sure&lt;br /&gt;IS THE GLASS HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? half-full, I guess&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU A RIGHTY A LEFTY: righty&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER SAVED YOUR CHAT CONVERSATIONS? Trillian does by default; of course. Besides, it's *coughhandycough*&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL: Riverview&lt;br /&gt;WHERE DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN 10 YEARS? cooking for some rich bastard who doesn't deserve to eat, better yet live&lt;br /&gt;HOME: somewhere with mountains. And trees. Nobody cares for the trees anymore~&lt;br /&gt;But one day, the trees will fight back! =O&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER OF KIDS: I hate kids&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE SON'S NAME: I'm not gonna have kids, so I don't need to worry about that!&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE DAUGHTER'S NAME: ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have You Ever:...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKEN THE LAW: writing on a ledge at my school&lt;br /&gt;RAN AWAY FROM HOME: nope&lt;br /&gt;CHEATED ON A TEST: I think when I was in fourth grade&lt;br /&gt;HAD A MEDICAL EMERGENCY: dick surgery, broken arm .... pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You Believe In:...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: nope&lt;br /&gt;GOD: nope&lt;br /&gt;ALIENS: yep&lt;br /&gt;GHOSTS: yep&lt;br /&gt;HELL: nope&lt;br /&gt;YOURSELF: ....I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Do You Prefer:...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE CAR - AC OR OPEN WINDOWS? AC&lt;br /&gt;PEN OR PENCIL? pencil&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? vanilla&lt;br /&gt;COOL RANCH OR NACHO CHEESE DORITOS? cool ranch&lt;br /&gt;MUD WRESTLING OR JELLO WRESTLING? CHOCOLATE WRESTLING&lt;br /&gt;COKE OR PEPSI? Coke&lt;br /&gt;WHITE OR CHOCOLATE MILK? white&lt;br /&gt;ORANGES OR APPLES? AH-rnges&lt;br /&gt;DEAF OR BLIND: mute&lt;br /&gt;ADIDAS, NIKE, REEBOK: boots&lt;br /&gt;BLONDES OR BRUNETTES? depends&lt;br /&gt;TALL OR SHORT? tall&lt;br /&gt;TV OR RADIO? depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What:...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS YOUR MOST PRIZED AND IMPORTANT POSSESSION? Yuna wallscroll&lt;br /&gt;IS THE ITEM YOU WORSHIP THE MOST?: the shinies&lt;br /&gt;IS THE WORST SONG YOU'VE EVER HEARD? too many to count&lt;br /&gt;IS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU TODAY? hehe....&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF WHEN YOU WOKE UP THIS MORNING? 'aw shit the mail's here'&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU REMEMBER MOST ABOUT THIS PAST YEAR? sleeping&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: either labor, castration, burning, teeth being pulled, being cut, impaled, or tubgirled on&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: running&lt;br /&gt;WHAT KIND OF SHOE WOULD YOU BE? Gandalf's bootses&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? a pop bottle and papers&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER? 45&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM? wallscrolls, posters .... PSOne case&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED? what I'm wearing now. If it's unbearably hot, I take my pants off and sleep in my boxers and whatever else is on&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? a shirt with holes in it and black pants&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE RELATIVES: is this a joke?&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE TV SHOW(S): Simpsons, Stargate SG-1, Andromeda, and Hercules&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE CHANNEL: Sci-Fi!&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE GAME: Battle Arena Toshinden 3&lt;br /&gt;SHAMPOO: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;BOOK: anything LotR, Frankumstein, Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, Puddin'Head Wilson&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE MAGAZINE: eh&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE DRINK: Mountain Dew or anything that gives you a rush, but I usually drink water&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE FOOD: something with lots of spicy herbs and shit&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SOUND: wind blowingFAVORITE SMELL: tobacker&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE THING TO DO ON THE WEEKEND: sleep&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE SOUNDTRACK: Star Ocean EX&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE MOVIE: extended LotR's, Milo &amp; Otis, Ferris Bueller, Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE ACTORS: Mr. T, Mr. Rogers, Viggo Mortensen, Johnny Depp, those two guys who played Jay &amp;amp; Silent Bob&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE ACTRESSES: Miranda Otto&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE BANDS: Nightwish, Morning Musume&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE MUSICIANS: Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE MUSIC GENRE: if I like it, I like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;If...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD BE ONE GARDENING TOOL, WHICH ONE WOULD IT BE? A DILDO&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD DYE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I like mine as it is, but the Gandalf color is cool&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT WOULD IT AND WHERE? a red eye or white hand on my upper arm =/&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WERE TO KILL SOMEONE, WHICH METHOD WOULD YOU USE? pick them up by the neck and throw them against something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU GET MOTION SICKNESS? nope&lt;br /&gt;GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS? *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE? eh&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL? nope&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU TYPE WITH FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS? nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS YOUR BIGGEST CRUSH RIGHT NOW? XD;&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU GO TO FOR ADVICE? Jesse, Brian, Steve, Anna, teh suerg&lt;br /&gt;WHO DO YOU DISLIKE? lots of people&lt;br /&gt;WHO HAS IT EASIER, GUYS OR GIRLS? penguins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109208845519765206?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109208845519765206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109208845519765206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109208845519765206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109208845519765206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/08/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109181306022427899</id><published>2004-08-06T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T10:24:20.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got on the wrong route, but the right bus. Got there eventually. Took me a while to find the rooms and shit, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;w00&lt;br /&gt;I have Mr. Lachambre for Algebra IB this year. Guess that means I can't skip the renaissance tutoring. XD;&lt;br /&gt; Oh well. Saw Feasley, Davis, other-Davis, Woodd, and a couple of other people I felt like greeting. Helped a teacher move a fishtank into her classroom.  She was really appreciative.  And pretty.  =O&lt;br /&gt;Didn't see anyone else because they prolly did their stuff ahead of time.   =/    Got a new computer.  DVD's and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped by EB and bought FFVIII. Tired. My feets're burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109181306022427899?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109181306022427899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109181306022427899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109181306022427899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109181306022427899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/08/got-on-wrong-route-but-right-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-109133541075115676</id><published>2004-07-31T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T07:46:41.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Illinois for a couple-a days; did shit. Saw Steve. Took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve4.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve4.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/meslump.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/meslump.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve3.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve3.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Steve playing some shooting game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/mewasted.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/mewasted.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; me looking wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/karnyard.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/karnyard.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Karn's garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/jonie.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/jonie.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Jones ( skinny little black girl. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve2.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve2.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Steve with his hands in his pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/steve.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Steve looking at a Morning Musume CD case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/stevegelgoog.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/stevegelgoog.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Steve shooting things again ( this one always reminded me of a Gelgoog MS. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/hanatequila.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/hanatequila.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Hana drinking a tequila .... thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/karnlucy.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/karnlucy.jpg&lt;/a&gt; &lt; Karn and that fucking dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my hair does that when it's wet. Shit, it always does that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-109133541075115676?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/109133541075115676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=109133541075115676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109133541075115676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/109133541075115676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/07/went-to-illinois-for-couple-days-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108898166690755451</id><published>2004-07-04T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T15:54:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ABOUT YOU &lt;br /&gt;Your full name:: [ insert remark about surveyer's mother ] &lt;br /&gt;Age:: 15 &lt;br /&gt;Height:: six feets. &lt;br /&gt;Natural hair colour:: brownish with violetish shit in it. &lt;br /&gt;Eye colour:: brown. &lt;br /&gt;Number of siblings:: one. &lt;br /&gt;Glasses/contacts?:: glasses that look like they got dipped in jizz. &lt;br /&gt;Piercings:: it's gone. &lt;br /&gt;Tattoos:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Braces?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITE &lt;br /&gt;Colour:: grey. &lt;br /&gt;Band:: Nightwish. &lt;br /&gt;Song:: I don't know? &lt;br /&gt;Stuffed animal:: the Pikachu I got when my crotch was being operated on. And yes, it's still there. &lt;br /&gt;Video game:: Mario's Whorehouse Advance &lt;br /&gt;TV show:: All in the Family. &lt;br /&gt;Movie:: if it's got Star Wars tacked on, I'm sold. &lt;br /&gt;Book:: the one with the words on it. =O &lt;br /&gt;Food:: sushi's alot better than people say it is. &lt;br /&gt;Game on a cell phone:: Snake II. &lt;br /&gt;CD cover:: the FF III soundtrack. &lt;br /&gt;Flower:: one that doesn't smell like cat dick. &lt;br /&gt;Scent:: as long as it doesn't smell like one of those girls trying to mask the smell of alchohol with perfume or a jock, I'm fine. &lt;br /&gt;Animal:: penguin. Or catgirl. Or penguingirl. Or .... heh. &lt;br /&gt;Comic book:: 8 - Bit Theater. Not a comic, but you get the picture. &lt;br /&gt;Cereal:: RAISIN BRAN. &lt;br /&gt;Website:: JDF. &lt;br /&gt;Cartoon:: Futurama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU &lt;br /&gt;Play an instrument?:: hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Watch TV more than 60 hours a week?:: Iono. &lt;br /&gt;Like to sing?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Have a job?:: helping ma do shit. &lt;br /&gt;Have a cell phone?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Like to play sports?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Have a boyfriend/girlfriend?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Have a crush on someone?:: I don't think. &lt;br /&gt;Live somewhere NOT in the united states?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Have more than 5 TVs in your house?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Have any special talents/skills?:: deceit? &lt;br /&gt;Excercise daily?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Like school?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU &lt;br /&gt;Sing the alphabet backwards?:: not really. &lt;br /&gt;Stand on your tip toes without wearing shoes?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Speak any other languages?:: a small part of Elvish, Dark Speech, Spanish, a few terms in Japanese, and a little Swedish. &lt;br /&gt;Go a day without food?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Stay up for more than 24 hours?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Read music, not just tabs?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Roll your tongue?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Eat a whole pizza?:: I guess. I just won't do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER &lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house?:: when ma was away so I could buy shit at the bookstore a couple-a months ago. &lt;br /&gt;Cried to get out of trouble?:: when I was little. &lt;br /&gt;Gotten lost in your city?:: these people're old enough to be landmarks. &lt;br /&gt;Seen a shooting star?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Been to any other countries besides the united states?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Had a serious surgery?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Stolen something important to someone else?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Solved a rubiks cube?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Gone out in public in your pajamas?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Cried over a girl?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Cried over a boy?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Kissed a random stranger?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Hugged a random stranger?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?:: MARKERZ AND THEANINE. =O!!!1 &lt;br /&gt;Had alcohol?:: I don't wanna because of my father. &lt;br /&gt;Laughed and had milk come out of your nose?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Pushed all the buttons on an elevator?:: no. &lt;br /&gt;Gone to school only to find you had the day off because of a holiday/etc?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Swore at your parents?:: at and with. &lt;br /&gt;Been to warped tour?:: what. &lt;br /&gt;Kicked a guy where it hurts?:: grab. Twist. PULL. &lt;br /&gt;Been in love?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Been close to love?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Been to a casino?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Ran over an animal and killed it?:: ma hit a squirrel and I bit her shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Gotten stitches?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Had a waterballoon fight in winter?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Made homemade muffins?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Bitten someone?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Been to disneyland/disneyworld?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;More than 5 times?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Been to niagra falls?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Burped in someones face?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Gotten the chicken pox?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHENS THE LAST TIME YOU &lt;br /&gt;Brushed your teeth:: eight AM. &lt;br /&gt;Went to the bathroom:: couple-a hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;Saw a movie in theaters:: December nineteenth. &lt;br /&gt;Read a book:: when Mama's Family was on. &lt;br /&gt;Had a snow day:: shit, I never did! &lt;br /&gt;Had a party:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Had a slumber party:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Made fun of someone:: Iono. &lt;br /&gt;Tripped in front of someone:: Iono. &lt;br /&gt;Went to the grocery store:: a few weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;Got sick:: saturday. &lt;br /&gt;Cursed:: a couple-a hours ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICK ONE &lt;br /&gt;Fruit/vegetables:: fr00tz. &lt;br /&gt;Black/white:: black. &lt;br /&gt;Lights on/lights off:: off. &lt;br /&gt;TV/movie:: TV. &lt;br /&gt;Car/truck:: car. &lt;br /&gt;Body spray/lotion:: wha? &lt;br /&gt;Cash/check:: cash. &lt;br /&gt;Pillows/blankets:: blanket. &lt;br /&gt;Headache/stomach ache:: footache. &lt;br /&gt;Paint/charcoal:: meh. &lt;br /&gt;Chinese food/mexican food:: Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;Summer/winter:: winter. &lt;br /&gt;Snow/rain:: snow. &lt;br /&gt;Fog/misty:: misty. &lt;br /&gt;Rock/rap:: rock. &lt;br /&gt;Meat/vegetarian:: either. &lt;br /&gt;Boy/girl:: goil. &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate/vanilla:: vaniller. &lt;br /&gt;Sprinkles/icing:: icing. &lt;br /&gt;Cake/pie:: pie. &lt;br /&gt;French toast/french fries:: fries, kthx. &lt;br /&gt;Strawberries/blueberries:: cherry~ &lt;br /&gt;Ocean/swimming pool:: pool, because you don't know what's in the ocean. &lt;br /&gt;Hugs/kisses:: hugth. &lt;br /&gt;Cookies/muffins:: muffins. &lt;br /&gt;p33n/bewbz:: BEWBZ ROFFLE. &lt;br /&gt;Wallet/pocket:: wallet. &lt;br /&gt;Window/door:: window. &lt;br /&gt;Emo/goth:: goth with actual self-respect who doesn't shop at Hot Topic. &lt;br /&gt;Pink/purple:: poiple. &lt;br /&gt;Cat/dog:: catgirl. &lt;br /&gt;Long sleeve/short sleeve:: long. &lt;br /&gt;Pants/shorts:: pnatz. &lt;br /&gt;Winter break/spring break:: winter break. &lt;br /&gt;Spring/autumn:: spr33ng. &lt;br /&gt;Clouds/clear sky:: clouds. &lt;br /&gt;Moon/mars:: teh m00n. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSHIP &lt;br /&gt;How many friends do you have?:: we don't need friends! &lt;i&gt;Gollum.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What are their names?:: ....penispenispenispenispenispenispenispenis. &lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend?:: a couple. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked one of your friends?:: what?! &lt;br /&gt;Do you have more guy friends or more girl friends?:: girl. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever lost a friend?:: to convenience, you mean? &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gone to an amusement park with a friend?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Whats an inside joke between you and a friend?:: 'y'gimme crabs'. &lt;br /&gt;'Domo-Kun looks like poop with teeth'. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten in a big arguement with a friend?:: I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Whats the nicest thing youve ever done for a friend?:: Iono. &lt;br /&gt;Whats the nicest thing a friend has ever done for you?:: Iono. &lt;br /&gt;Do you miss any of your old friends?:: *shrug* &lt;br /&gt;What friend have you known the longest?:: Anna or Steve, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Do you regret anything youve done to a friend?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;If so, what is it?:: you heard me. &lt;br /&gt;How often do you spend time with your friends?:: *shrug* &lt;br /&gt;Do any of your friends drive?:: a couple. &lt;br /&gt;Has a friend of yours ever died?:: depends on if Alijouan's dead or not. &lt;br /&gt;Whats the dumbest thing youve done with a friend?:: me + Brian + red food dye + football game + toilets = 'OH MY GOD SOMEONE HAD THEIR PERIOD! O_____O;;;;' &lt;br /&gt;me + Mrs. Hahn's marker + the wall + Brian = 'EAT MORE BABY' &lt;br /&gt;What do you think your friends think of you?:: [20:38] The Trail Remix: I think you're a quiet person who has a predilection for hentai-related things, but you're a good, solid friend and that makes me happy &lt;br /&gt;[20:39] Ultimabob1337: wee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE AND ALL THAT CRAP &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in love?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;If you have, with who?:: mm~. &lt;br /&gt;Are you single?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Are you in a relationship?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;If so, for how long?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe there is someone for everyone?:: some are meant to be left alone. &lt;br /&gt;What is your idea of the best date?:: DDR. nachos. &lt;br /&gt;What was your first kiss like?:: not had it yet. &lt;br /&gt;How old were you when you got your first kiss?:: .... &lt;br /&gt;Do you think love is a load of shit?:: depends. &lt;br /&gt;Whats the best experiance youve ever had with the opposite sex?:: finishing my lab test with this one girl. Even though Murphy gave us both a 32. Bitch. :/ &lt;br /&gt;If you are single, have you had any boyfriends/girlfriends before?:: DUDE. NO. Shut the fuck up. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been dumped?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dumped someone?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Whats the most sexual thing youve done with the opposite sex?:: last night with your mom. I didn't know someone that old could still do such neat tricks. :D No, HELPING THE GIRL FINISH THE FUCKING HOMEWORK. Pisswad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORD ASSOCIATION &lt;br /&gt;Slippers:: &lt;br /&gt;Hat:: that one guy outside of Payon. &lt;br /&gt;Hard:: the flower sticking out of the girl next to ^'s head. &lt;br /&gt;Free:: grass. &lt;br /&gt;Space:: Domo-Kun. &lt;br /&gt;Taste:: Domo-Kun chasing kittens. &lt;br /&gt;Good charlotte:: dead spider. &lt;br /&gt;Red:: Arrow. &lt;br /&gt;Deep:: that guy in the toilet on Chapelle's Show. &lt;br /&gt;Heart:: BLACK LIKE THE DEPTHS OF MY SOUL &lt;br /&gt;Cord:: plug. &lt;br /&gt;Cheese:: *shudder* &lt;br /&gt;Rain:: Wolves. &lt;br /&gt;Work:: HOLY SHIT I THOUGHT MY HEADPHONE CORD TURNED INTO A ROACH. Oh, um....pranks. &lt;br /&gt;Pedal:: Homer Simpson. &lt;br /&gt;Head:: get. &lt;br /&gt;Bed:: Catgirl. &lt;br /&gt;Fluff:: crotch. :D &lt;br /&gt;Hardcore:: flowarz. &lt;br /&gt;Race:: a Jamacian track runner. &lt;br /&gt;Knife:: Black Mage. &lt;br /&gt;Jump:: Dragoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.... &lt;br /&gt;am:: getting tired. &lt;br /&gt;want:: fresh souls. &lt;br /&gt;need:: sleep. &lt;br /&gt;crave:: foodses. &lt;br /&gt;love:: the Precious. &lt;br /&gt;hate:: this section. &lt;br /&gt;did:: the thing where I move my muscles. &lt;br /&gt;feel:: annoyed. &lt;br /&gt;miss:: old VGF. &lt;br /&gt;am annoyed by:: my feet itching. &lt;br /&gt;would rather:: see Domo-Kun assraping the teddy bear again. &lt;br /&gt;am tired of:: the Sun. &lt;br /&gt;will always:: be tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILLY STUFF &lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite genre of music?:: J-Rock. &lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?:: 4:42 AM 6/30/04 &lt;br /&gt;What day is it?:: Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;Whens the last time you called someone?:: I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;How much money do you have right now?:: 73 and a fifty dollar Amazon ticket. Get your own. &lt;br /&gt;Are you hungry?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;Whatcha doin?:: what's it look like. &lt;br /&gt;Do you like parades?:: depends on if they throw money. &lt;br /&gt;Do you like the moon?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do when youre done with this?:: sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Isnt cup a funny word when you repeat it over and over?:: .... &lt;br /&gt;If you could have any magical power what would it be?:: creating flaming weapons out of mid-air or making my penis talk. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a picnic?:: no. &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever have one of those skip-its when you were young?:: no. &lt;br /&gt;What about sock em boppers?:: no. &lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any socks right now?:: I should because my feet itch and I wanna put them in my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU THINK YOU ARE &lt;br /&gt;funny?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;pretty?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;sarcastic?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;lazy?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;hyper?:: no. &lt;br /&gt;friendly?:: not really. &lt;br /&gt;evil?:: lawful. &lt;br /&gt;smart?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;strong?:: not really. &lt;br /&gt;talented?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;dorky?:: yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASSOCIATE THESE WORDS WITH SOMEONE YOU KNOW (or dont know) &lt;br /&gt;high:: Imre. &lt;br /&gt;skip:: Brian. &lt;br /&gt;dance:: Marci. &lt;br /&gt;lonely:: DM. &lt;br /&gt;pen:: cruton. &lt;br /&gt;flower:: my plant. &lt;br /&gt;window:: Steve. &lt;br /&gt;psycho:: teh nyo. &lt;br /&gt;brain freeze:: teh suerg. =O &lt;br /&gt;orange:: teh kisa. &lt;br /&gt;sassy:: Mariel. &lt;br /&gt;jelly:: MC Hammer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR OR AGAINST &lt;br /&gt;suicide:: against. &lt;br /&gt;love:: for. &lt;br /&gt;drunk drivers:: against. &lt;br /&gt;airplanes:: for. &lt;br /&gt;war:: against. &lt;br /&gt;canada:: XD &lt;br /&gt;united states:: XD &lt;br /&gt;rock music:: for. &lt;br /&gt;gay marriage:: for. &lt;br /&gt;school:: .... &lt;br /&gt;surveys:: eh. &lt;br /&gt;parents:: you need them, dumass. &lt;br /&gt;cars:: run 'em with water. &lt;br /&gt;killing:: depends on if it's in self-defense or not. &lt;br /&gt;britney spears:: burn her. &lt;br /&gt;coffee:: for. &lt;br /&gt;pants:: depends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU EVER &lt;br /&gt;Sky dive?:: not sure. &lt;br /&gt;Play strip poker?:: prolly. &lt;br /&gt;Run away?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Curse at a teacher?:: yep. &lt;br /&gt;Not take a shower for a week?:: I've done that. &lt;br /&gt;Ask someone out?:: ....I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Lie to someone to make them think better of you?:: nope. &lt;br /&gt;Visit a foreign country for more than a month?:: depends. &lt;br /&gt;Go scuba diving?:: eh. &lt;br /&gt;Write a book?:: working on it. &lt;br /&gt;Become a rockstar?:: money? &lt;br /&gt;Have casual sex?:: I prefer to charge my AT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST QUESTIONS &lt;br /&gt;What shampoo do you use?:: the one you put in your hair. &lt;br /&gt;Whens the last time you did something sexual with the opposite sex?:: does helping girls with their homework turn you on? &lt;br /&gt;What kind of computer do you have?:: one without the case that's right next to it. &lt;br /&gt;What grade are you in?:: 10th. &lt;br /&gt;Do you like to throw popcorn at people in the movies?:: depends on if they're being a dick. &lt;br /&gt;Or just make out?:: I watch the movie. &lt;br /&gt;How many posters do you have in your room?:: Iono. &lt;br /&gt;How many cds do you have?:: twenny-sompin. &lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?:: 4:57 AM 6/30/04 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some kitten threats. &lt;br /&gt;http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/kitty_threat.jpg &lt;br /&gt;http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/kitty_threat2.jpg &lt;br /&gt;http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/kitty_wtf.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.  Today sucks.  I got up at three and now all the wetbacks and rednecks started blowing their fireworks up and shit.   :/  Only good part is I'm one day closer to Brian returning the games he borrowed, one day closer to going up north to eat Karn's food, and one day closer to school, where I can scare people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108898166690755451?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108898166690755451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108898166690755451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108898166690755451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108898166690755451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/07/about-you-your-full-name-insert-remark.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108850239517221031</id><published>2004-06-29T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T02:46:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the itching in my feets is gone now that I used that foot powder shit.  ~__~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108850239517221031?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108850239517221031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108850239517221031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108850239517221031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108850239517221031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-think-itching-in-my-feets-is-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108850125900246336</id><published>2004-06-29T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T02:27:39.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had this dream where I was riding a SCAT bus  ( what we use in Sarasota ) and I fell through an invisible .... thing and didn't get hurt.  It was cool, but it was around the school so I got up and chased the bus, but it was an illusion.  Then a bunch of girls I knew from school were like:  'you need money?  :/' and I was like:  'no.'  so we walked across a bunch of houses and shit and wound up at this housing development construction site.  It was &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; wierd because no matter &lt;i&gt;how&lt;/i&gt; far we had to fall, we'd always be alright when we landed.  And all these guys were looking at us like:  'grr.  &gt;('  and I was like:  'wtf'.  After we passed a yard thing, we came across these normal houses again and I got home.  o_o;;&lt;br /&gt;The pipes in the tub rotted so it started leaking into my room and I got sick from the mold, like, saturday.  Ended up puking and missing.  Oh well, at least puking makes things better.  The maintenance guys fixed the problem and gave us an industrial fan to air out the mold and we're gonna rent a carpet cleaner and do the carpets.  We have one, but the one we have is more of a whateverthefuck use one.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah.  And I'm buying a PS2 from Amazon.  I think.  Getting glasses wednesday.  It's about time.  It looks like there's jizz on the corner of one of the arms.  And the superglue won't work no mores.&lt;br /&gt;This summer's pretty slow, and of that I'm glad, because I'm sure school's gonna blow next year.  I missed one credit and became a freshmore.  :D   Ma's bitching at me about how Hana did this, and Hana did that, and how I won't get a Bright Futures Scholarship if I jack around and how she's not gonna pay for mine and I'm like:  '&lt;a href="http://refreshed.notian.net/STFU.jpg"&gt;yaysaveyourbreath.&lt;/a&gt;'.  I guess she's saying she wants me to hate my job, bitch about stupid things, do important things at the last minute, and bring a fucking rabbit over and leave them here.&lt;br /&gt;See that, Hana?!  It's a &lt;b&gt;window&lt;/b&gt;.  &gt;__&gt;;  Once you open it and let some of the air in your head out of it, I might treat you like a human being instead of a two-year-old.  Wouldja like that?  ^__^   I sure would.  Sometimes I think I'm the only person in this apartment that makes any sense.  Aside from the plants.  I'll continue bitching later, because my feet &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; itch.  ;_____;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108850125900246336?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108850125900246336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108850125900246336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108850125900246336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108850125900246336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/06/had-this-dream-where-i-was-riding-scat.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108782665816927089</id><published>2004-06-21T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T07:07:28.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nya, Hana's so fucking messy it's sad.  :/&lt;br /&gt;I get up and look around me and she has a bunch of papers and shit lying around my room and the light's on and the door's open, and if there's one thing I don't like, it's that.  So then I go out to the kitchen and get something to eat and she's sitting with the chair as close to the fucking fridge as humanly possible and won't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should get paid for having to put up with her.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I been playing HM64 and am taking a break from FFVI because the time limit on the opera sequence is stupid and I'm sick of going through the whole 'I'm sorry I didn't fuck you when I had the chance, Draco' scene.  But at least now I have RO screenshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Floating_Mushroom.jpg"&gt;http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/Floating_Mushroom.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/GoldenBridge.jpg"&gt;http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/GoldenBridge.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/GoldenTongue.jpg"&gt;http://img47.photobucket.com/albums/v144/m00gl3/GoldenTongue.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 74% ASSHOLE/BITCH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fuali.com/pix/115/3.gif" alt="74% ASSHOLE/BITCH" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:10px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:12px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;Take the ASSHOLE/BITCH test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/teffie/1036281989_CStephanieswearfuck.gif" border="0" alt="fuck"&gt;&lt;br&gt;your fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/teffie/quizzes/What%20swear%20word%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What swear word are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108782665816927089?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108782665816927089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108782665816927089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108782665816927089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108782665816927089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/06/nya-hanas-so-fucking-messy-its-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108720227143814324</id><published>2004-06-13T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T01:40:17.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Brian came over so we watched shit and then there was this commercial about a super chopper-thing that cut granite!  We were both like:  =O! and I asked Brian what Mythril blades'd be like and he shrugged.  After that we both watched Terminator until he decided to go home and then I watched Terminator 2 after that.  Then I passed out and woke up at two thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hondaracer.ytmnd.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://raaawwwr.ytmnd.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/madpiratejenny/1036308330_wardresult.jpg" border="0" alt=""Forward""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/madpiratejenny/quizzes/What's%20your%20sexual%20appeal%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's your sexual appeal?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EeveeCSA/1084626707_dragon.jpg" border="0" alt="dragon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dragon:&lt;br /&gt;Dragons are very mysterious creatures who often&lt;br&gt;live alone in caves with hoards of gold. You&lt;br&gt;keep yourself from others and contain many&lt;br&gt;armoured plates for defence. However,  you will&lt;br&gt;be kind to others if they are kind to you. You&lt;br&gt;are very thrifty and rarely waste any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EeveeCSA/quizzes/What%20Mythological%20Creature%20Are%20You%20(Many%20Results%20and%20Beautiful%20Pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You (Many Results and Beautiful Pics)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108720227143814324?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108720227143814324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108720227143814324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108720227143814324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108720227143814324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/06/brian-came-over-so-we-watched-shit-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108697966634168107</id><published>2004-06-11T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T11:47:46.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quizzes.  And shit.&lt;br /&gt;Slept mostly; did things in FF II, V, and VI.  yey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/Heazure/1038078318_Brad.jpg" border="0" alt="Brad"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Brad Evans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Heazure/quizzes/Which%20Wild%20ARMs%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Wild ARMs character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://guru.theotaku.com/shirowgirl/adven.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guru.theotaku.com/shirowgirl/shirowgirl.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;What Shirow Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I took the &lt;a href="http://weblogs.about.com/library/quizzes/blblogpersonalityquiz.htm"&gt;Blogging Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://weblogs.about.com/"&gt;About Web logs&lt;/a&gt; and I am...&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Artist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="verdana" size="1"&gt;My blog captures the way I see the world. I love images more than words. Blogging only makes sense to me if there are photos or pictures - be it of daily life, special people, memorable events, or works of art. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108697966634168107?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108697966634168107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108697966634168107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108697966634168107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108697966634168107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/06/quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108687230650061275</id><published>2004-06-10T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T05:58:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made it~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; border: 1px solid black;' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?un=elidibs&amp;meme=1074662263' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2  bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;your Final Fantasy persona. by &lt;a href='http://www.aimoo.com/forum/freeboard.cfm?id=587216'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;elidibs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Name/username&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Name/username' value='nylonbob' size='20'&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your Zodiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;&lt;select name='Your Zodiac'&gt;&lt;option&gt;Aries&lt;option&gt;Aquarius&lt;option&gt;Cancer&lt;option&gt;Capricorn&lt;option&gt;Gemini&lt;option&gt;Libra&lt;option&gt;Pisces&lt;option&gt;Sagittarius&lt;option&gt;Scorpio&lt;option&gt;Taurus&lt;option&gt;Virgo&lt;option SELECTED&gt;Serpentarius&lt;/select&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;92&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Lady Luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Your learning system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;Ability Sphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#333333' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #FFFFFF;'&gt;Number of fansites you earn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA' style='border: 1px solid black;'&gt;&lt;span style='color: #000000;'&gt;5,780&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='elidibs'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074662263'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with the ORIGINAL &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108687230650061275?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108687230650061275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108687230650061275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108687230650061275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108687230650061275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-made-it-your-final-fantasy-persona.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108667139660647491</id><published>2004-06-07T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T22:09:56.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got this thing about summer school and shit in the mail a couple-a days ago, so I went today and talked to the coach's wife because she was the only guidance lady and found out that I passed Algebra 1A with a 60.  XD&lt;br /&gt;I still don't care.  :/&lt;br /&gt;The guy didn't know what he was doing and kept repeating himself and we were all like:  'nya, shut up.'.  I'm so not going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108667139660647491?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108667139660647491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108667139660647491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108667139660647491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108667139660647491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/06/got-this-thing-about-summer-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108560364919247676</id><published>2004-05-26T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T13:34:09.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at JACON all this weekend!  =O&lt;br /&gt;Almost didn't get in because Hana's friend Matt was being a ferret-shit again and forgot I don't have a fucking ID so I had to sit in the lobby for half an hour until Hana and Austin showed up and got me in.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know!  I thought ID's at school were only good for homecoming.  XD&lt;br /&gt;Watched the music video contest and thought the EVA therapy video shoulda won and not the other thing.  Bought two ramune softs, CD's, a poster, and a wallscroll.  I also bought a knot-design necklace.  Then I met George Lowe, but my glasses were fucked-up so I couldn't properly see him.  ....I gotta get new ones; the ones I'm wearing now look like I was having oral sex with a blind person.  There weren't any remarkable cosplayers, but on the last day, there was a girl dressed as Paine who took her top off and walked around in her bra.  Hana was bitching about it to her friend and shit.  She said it was prolly a D-cup or whatever.  She was just jealous.  Then this Legolas guy was acting all scared because there were people humping his leg and shit.  Lots of furverts and yaoi fangirls.&lt;br /&gt;Not the self-controlled fangirls.  The kind you see in an anime club acting like an asshole and garbling English and Japanese and god knows what else all in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;I'll shut up now.  XD&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this girl in the screening room and she wouldn't turn her fucking cell off so I had to refrain from beating her over the head with a chair.  Then there was another one who'd shriek after something was over and every time she screamed and every time that phone rang, I sat up straighter.  Then there was an Aerith cosplayer.  I told Anna about her with the texting-thingy on my cell the day after and then I saw her again and I was like:  'Aerith and food don't belong in the same sentence unless you're saying:  "hey, Aerith.  Let's get food,' because she was in a 1-up mushroom shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finished my finals and Rafiq and I screamed  'el yay!'  because Spanish was my last class.  The teacher was all like:  'go to hell' so then we left and I slept all the rest of monday, skipped tuesday because there was no purpose in going anyway, and just woke up a couple-a hours ago.  Of course, now I'm feeling sorta like an empty shell like last year, what with me not being able to stalk/scare/annoy multiple people in one go.  Oh well.  Most of those people were stuck-up bastards anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you all~&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream I went to hell!  XO&lt;br /&gt;It was absomotherfuckingloutely awesome.  There was a bunch of fire and shit and the sky was all red and black and it smelled like Jolly Ranchers!  Satan was really nice to me and said that when I die, he'd be looking forward to seeing me.  Then a couple-a days before that, I was on Jack Sparrow's ship with the midget, monkey, and the two crossdresser-guys, and we was going past this one island and this lady stood there looking wasted and shit, then her image faded into that of a demon.  It scared the monkey and I shitless.  ( at least the monkey. )  Imma see Harry Potter whenever it comeses out.  Those books are fucking awesome!  :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108560364919247676?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108560364919247676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108560364919247676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108560364919247676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108560364919247676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-was-at-jacon-all-this-weekend-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108440030423247471</id><published>2004-05-12T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:19:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I didn't have my unit pack today and told the teacher that, so she gave me and two other kids ISR.  ....so when I walked out of the class, I gave my teacher that gradual middle-finger wave.  Kyle told me the rules because he was there so much.  XD  I think she tried to dampen my spirits or sompin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108440030423247471?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108440030423247471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108440030423247471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108440030423247471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108440030423247471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-i-didnt-have-my-unit-pack-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108415788911359813</id><published>2004-05-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T19:59:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heheh.  teh Kisa dyed her hair and fucked up and now there's dye all over her bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;I love talking to her.  XD&lt;br /&gt;I bought the Rune Soldier GN.  w00&lt;br /&gt;I think I deleted a post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108415788911359813?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108415788911359813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108415788911359813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108415788911359813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108415788911359813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/05/heheh.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108390050313747765</id><published>2004-05-06T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T20:32:50.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> I've about fucking &lt;b&gt;had it&lt;/b&gt; with school.  My science teacher's being a cunt and passing out failure notices-- guess who got one!  I showed it to ma and she didn't really say much, but she started comparing me to Hana and even Charlie horse.  Ma should be proud.  When she was my age, she got kicked out because she'd always skip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then of course, &lt;s&gt;Betsy&lt;/s&gt; preppy pretty much demands a standing o-&lt;b&gt;fucking&lt;/b&gt;-vation because she didn't get a failure.  You know what?  I'm sick of pretending to be your friend.  Fuck you.  I'm smarter than you beyond all reckoning and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Speak of the devil, I took a survey from her LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basics&lt;br /&gt;Your gender:  male.&lt;br /&gt;Straight/Gay/Bi:  bi.&lt;br /&gt;Single?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;If not, do you want to be?:  I like it.  I don't have to worry about how the other person's feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate:  April 11, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;Your age:  15&lt;br /&gt;Age you act:  depends.&lt;br /&gt;Age you wish you were:  don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;Your height:  six feets.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:  brown.&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?:  I'd like grey.&lt;br /&gt;Hair color:  dark.  It's so dark that in the right light, it turns a sorta crimson...violety color.&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?:  if it'd stay all Hobbity.&lt;br /&gt;Lefty/righty/ambidextrous:  righty.&lt;br /&gt;Your living arrangement:  TEH CAEV&lt;br /&gt;Your family:  a bunch of dysfunctional Europeans and two smartass Asians.&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets?:  the plant.&lt;br /&gt;What's your job?:  &lt;br /&gt;Piercings?:  once.  Gotta re-pierce soon.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions?:  RPG's, Tolkien.&lt;br /&gt;Addictions?:  RPG's, Tolkien.&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak another language?:  some Swedish and alot of Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;Have a favorite quote?:  j00 cannot pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a webpage?:  I guess &lt;a href="http://libraryjules.hyperboards.com/"&gt;TSR&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Thoughts About Life and You In It&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in the moment?:  I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any secrets?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate yourself?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting?:  I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any bad habits?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;What is the compliment you get from most people?:  'damn, Frodo!'.&lt;br /&gt;If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?:  &lt;br /&gt;What's your biggest fear?:  people.&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing?:  &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loner?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;What are your #1 priorities in life?:  knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a daredevil?:  depends.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?:  I'm not pale anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Are you passive or aggressive?: aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a journal?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest strength?:  knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest weakness?:  what I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?:  my hair'd be longer.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are emotionally strong?:  if you'd call glaring at people 'strong'.  XD&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?:  many.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think life has been good so far?:  ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;What is the most important lesson you've learned from life?:  life's a bitch and then you die.&lt;br /&gt;What do you like the most about your body?:  I have that whole Hobbit-y thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;And least?:  I'm covered from head to toe in hair.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are good looking?:  damn straight.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?:  over.  I turn insults into ego fodder.&lt;br /&gt;What is the fictional character you are most like?:  &lt;br /&gt;Are you perceived wrongly?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You...&lt;br /&gt;Smoke?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do drugs?:  Theanine.&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Pray?:  hell no.&lt;br /&gt;Go to church?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to strangers who IM you?:  depends on if they're Lup or not.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?:  Russ the Pikachu~&lt;br /&gt;Take walks in the rain?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people even though you hate them?:  depends on if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;Drive?:  in I76.&lt;br /&gt;Like to drive fast?:  in I76.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would or Have You Ever?&lt;br /&gt;Liked your voice?:  I sound like Skippy from Family Ties for chrissakes.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt yourself?:  on accident.&lt;br /&gt;Been out of the country?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten something that made other people sick?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs?:  Theanine.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Had a medical emergency?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Had surgery?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Run away from home?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Played strip poker?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Beaten someone up?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been picked on?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Slept outdoors?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about suicide?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Pulled an all nighter?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;If yes, what is your record?:  two-nighter.&lt;br /&gt;Gone one day without food?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone all night?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Slept together with the opposite sex w/o actually having sex?:  I never slept with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Killed someone?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a stranger?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Had sex with a stranger?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Thought you're going crazy?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the same sex?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Done anything sexual with the same sex?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been betrayed?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that came true?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Met a famous person?:  Fred and Sarah Gallagher, the Life With Riley fella, and Brian Clevinger.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever killed an animal by accident?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;On purpose?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Told a secret you swore you wouldn't tell?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Been on radio/tv?:  when I was an infant.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh-pit:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Had a nervous breakdown?:  almost.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that kept coming back?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beliefs&lt;br /&gt;Believe in life on other planets?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Astrology?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Magic?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;God?:  the Force.  More specifically, 'Flame of Anor' or 'hope'.&lt;br /&gt;Satan?:  teh Dark Side.&lt;br /&gt;Santa?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts?:  yep.  I see bodiless auras all over.&lt;br /&gt;Luck?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?:  very rare.&lt;br /&gt;Yin and yang (that good cant exist w/o bad)?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Witches?:  Wiccan, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Easter bunny?:  the thing's in my lanai right now.&lt;br /&gt;Believe its possible to remain faithful forever?:  I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Believe there's a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish on stars?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep Theological Questions&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?:  &lt;br /&gt;Do you think God has a gender?:  my 'Force' is a collection of spirits.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in organized religion?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think we go when we die?:  we feed teh flaem!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?:  Steve.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the one person that knows most about you?:  teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;What's the best advice that anyone has ever given to you?:  shut up and do it.&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite inside joke?:  ALL CLOTHES ARE MADE OF THIRD-WORLD CHILDREN.  LOOKS LIKE WE'LL HAVE TO WALK AROUND NAKED OR WITH CARDBOARD BOXES.&lt;br /&gt;Thing you're picked on most about?:  teh Hobbit-yness.&lt;br /&gt;Who's your longest known friend?:  Anna.&lt;br /&gt;Newest?:  Brian, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Shyest?:  ....none.  XD&lt;br /&gt;Funniest?:  Anna.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest?:  teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;Closest?:  no clue.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest?:  Anna.&lt;br /&gt;Smartest?:  Steve.&lt;br /&gt;Ditziest?:  teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to online?:  none.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you talk to most online?:  Steve.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you on the phone with most?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust most?:  teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;Who listens to your problems?:  teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you fight most with?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the nicest?:  teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the most outgoing?:  Anna.&lt;br /&gt;Who's the best singer?:  no clue.&lt;br /&gt;Whos on your shit-list?:  I don't have enough space.&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought of having sex with a friend?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Who's your second family?:  teh friends.&lt;br /&gt;Do you always feel understood?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;who's the loudest friend?:  Anna.&lt;br /&gt;whoyou trust others easily?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;ho's house were you last at?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;the one person who's arms you feel safe in:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends know you?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Friend that lives farthest away:  Steve/teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e and All That&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider love a mistake?:  if it's not genuine.&lt;br /&gt;What do you find romantic?:  depends.&lt;br /&gt;Turn-on?:  smart.  Resembles some random RPG character.&lt;br /&gt;Turn-off?:  foolish, pious.&lt;br /&gt;if someone you had no interest in had interest in dating you how would you feel?:  'your own problem'.&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them or going out:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wished it was more socially acceptable for a girl to ask a guy out:  I prefer it that way.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractive:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?:  who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;What is best about the opposite sex?:  they usually listen.&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing about the opposite sex?:  they can be smartasses.&lt;br /&gt;What's the last present someone gave you?:  correction--  present &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; gave.  It was a candle to Marcy.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider your significant other hot?:  I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Was the Last Person...&lt;br /&gt;That haunted you?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to kill?:  lots.&lt;br /&gt;That you laughed at?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;That laughed at you?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;That turned you on:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;You went shopping with?:  Steve.&lt;br /&gt;That broke your heart?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;To disappoint you?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;To ask you out?:  Kyle told me to ask preppy's friend out and I told him to stop snorting.&lt;br /&gt;o make you cry?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up your day?:  teh Kisa.&lt;br /&gt;That you thought about?:  Mr. T.&lt;br /&gt;You saw a movie with?:  Hana and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;ou talked to through MSN?:  haha.  No.&lt;br /&gt;You saw?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;You lost?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right This Moment...&lt;br /&gt;Are you going out?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Will it be with your significant other?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Or some random person?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?:  a brown shirt, my torn pants, the One Ring, a Nintendo wristcuff, and glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Body part you're touching right now:  WANG.  Actually, I'm not touching anything.&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about right now?:  finals.&lt;br /&gt;hat book are you reading?:  Two Towers.&lt;br /&gt;What's on your mousepad?:  blue shit.&lt;br /&gt;Use 5 words to describe how you're feeling:  it was in your He-Man castle!&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired?:  yep.&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone online?:  I think.&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone on the phone?:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely or content?:  indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;re you listening to music?:  TEH PLAYLIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hana's setting up a D&amp;D campaign for Brian and I.  wee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108390050313747765?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108390050313747765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108390050313747765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108390050313747765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108390050313747765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/05/ive-about-fucking-had-it-with-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108333865065226416</id><published>2004-04-30T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T08:28:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought FF Anthologies, Slayers Great, and Comic Party volume one.  w00&lt;br /&gt;Skipping because...I can, I guess.  I had ma drop me off and I handed in my project, went through first hour, then she picked me up.  All the renaissance students are on some lame field trip or something and ma's bitching I didn't make it and Charles did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh.  Charles is &lt;i&gt;dumb&lt;/i&gt; too.  She says he reminds her of an etch-a-sketch or something.  I remember in fifth grade when he wasn't so bad, but I guess time changes people.  I remember being so nice to everyone and caring about how they felt back then.  Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, but I been playing FF V the most of all and it's not bad like people say, so if you haven't played it already you should give it a try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108333865065226416?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108333865065226416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108333865065226416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108333865065226416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108333865065226416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-bought-ff-anthologies-slayers-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108199449360780476</id><published>2004-04-14T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T19:20:27.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 120 dollars and nothing to do with it until saturday when I get new glasses.  &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Got money for my birthday as well as three soundtrack CD's, one of which the auctioneer still needs to send.  Also got this kitty clock from my aunt and some anime from Hana.  wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ezimagecenter.us/image.cfm?ImageID=4829" border="0" alt="Fantasy Rape"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fantasy Rape -- If that smile didn't keep creeping&lt;br&gt;back on your face, they might almost believe&lt;br&gt;it's real. A risque way to play, it's all the&lt;br&gt;joy of screaming no and getting exactly what&lt;br&gt;you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/KCbakeneko/quizzes/What%20Sick%20Fetish%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sick Fetish Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd &lt;i&gt;ask&lt;/i&gt; someone that looked like that first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole the followings from Anna's DJ.  &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part one]- INFO&lt;br /&gt;1. OMFGWRFW WHATZ USZ U NAMEQwa!?11:  Michael, Ultima Bob, Jenova  ( right. ), Dr. Yoda, Elidibs, Sabrilocke, Tainted Moogle, Cucumber Dude, Mullet.&lt;br /&gt;2. B'day!:  April 11th, 1989.&lt;br /&gt;3. Where j00 live:  &lt;s&gt;Valinor&lt;/s&gt; behind the toolshed.&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite food:  anything Karn makes, Greek food, Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Drink:  &lt;s&gt;moose piss&lt;/s&gt;  tea.&lt;br /&gt;6. Most hated Teacher:  Davis.  Get your head out of your ass.  Not everyone's a fucking hophead like you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Most hated food:  anything Mexican; it gives me gas.  And possibly the shits.&lt;br /&gt;8. Most hated drink:  fountain water.  I haven't tasted that since I was five!&lt;br /&gt;9. How many drugs was Duo Kitty taking when she made this:  fourty-two.&lt;br /&gt;10. Zodic and Astrological signs:  Aries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PATR TOO!11!11] - more crap!&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite Ice Cream:  Oreo~&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Fruit and or veggitable:  watermelon.  Cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;13. Favorite form of distruction:  All-Ultima!  o_o&lt;br /&gt;14. Favorite weapon:  the Urûk-Hai scimitar!&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite Movie:  Pirates of the Caribbean, LotR, Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;16. Favorite Anime:  Melty Lancer and Happy Lesson.  And Azumanga Daioh.  &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Manga:  that one GW one.&lt;br /&gt;18. Favorite Online past-time/waste-of-time:  Winamp, 1999 Hobbysearch.&lt;br /&gt;19. Faovrite Music:  I'm a whore.&lt;br /&gt;20. Favorite Musical..person(s):  Ayumi Hamasaki, Michael Jackson.  HE WAS FRAMED!  ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part Three] - more questions to piss you off..&lt;br /&gt;21. Last time you were pissed:  ee~.  People'd know.  &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;22. Last time you wore a dress:  when I was five.  o-o&lt;br /&gt;23. Last time you hurt someone:  emotionally or physically?  &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Last time you got hurt:  I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;25. Last time you failed something:  I'M PERFECT!   o_o&lt;br /&gt;26. Last time you were a crack-headed moron:  I make Baby Jesus cry.&lt;br /&gt;27. Last time you tried to steal Duo Kitty's drugs:  tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;28. Last time you ..uh..fell down the stairs..:  that time I slid down the stairs and it was raining.  Good thing I watched my footing when on the third floor.  o_o&lt;br /&gt;29. Last time you were..uh..married?:  no~&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you tried to force TK to marry Doctor Hobo:  what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part Four] - Playin' favorites again.&lt;br /&gt;31. Favorite Games:  Zelda III, Harvest Moon, FF Tactics, FF VII, and Magi Nation.&lt;br /&gt;32. Favorite Gaming system:  PSOne.  Obviously.  And any emulator I can get my hands on.&lt;br /&gt;34. Favorite Song:  One-Winged Angel.&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite Animal:  PENGUIN!&lt;br /&gt;36. Favorite Color:  grey.&lt;br /&gt;37. Favorite TV station:  Comedy Central/TV Land/Sci-Fi.&lt;br /&gt;38. Favorite Season:  winter/spring.  Both have long breaks.&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite Plushie that you own:  my Pikachu named Russ.  &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Favorite Shows:  Crank Yankers, All in the Family.  Banzai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 5]- Holy shit, I'm trippin'&lt;br /&gt;41. What accessories do you wear? (like..earrings, bracelets..ect.):  Nintendo wristband, One Ring, and the thing.&lt;br /&gt;42. Favorite Activity:  i loves masturbatin'.  But i's so fat, when i massabate, i pass out!  I love Mad TV.  XD&lt;br /&gt;43. Dream Job:  blow?  Uh, wait...Black Mage!&lt;br /&gt;44. I want to...:  set myself on fire and chase people across long bridges.  That'd be fucking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;45. If you were to color your hair, what color would it be:  wark.&lt;br /&gt;46. Favorite Websites:  1999 Hobbysearch, OC Remix.&lt;br /&gt;47. List adjectives that describe you:  wooshkadooshka.  o_o&lt;br /&gt;48. Meat or Veggies:  veggies.&lt;br /&gt;49. ALMOST DONE, WTF-MATE... Best Subject in School..:  sleeping.  In Mrs. Hahn's class.  Also primping my hair in Murphy's class.&lt;br /&gt;50. Make up your own question, stupid:  wabbawabbawoo.  Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part Six]- WTF&lt;br /&gt;51. Favorite old man to stalk..XD; : Saruman.  o-o&lt;br /&gt;52. People who stalk you:  no one stalks me because they fear me.&lt;br /&gt;53. People YOU stalk:  Brooke.  Anyone I can follow from thirty feet with discretion.&lt;br /&gt;54. Durr... H! XD; Stuff you hit your stalkers with:  bottles and my bookbag.&lt;br /&gt;55. Why should TK marry Doctor Hobo?:  what.&lt;br /&gt;56. Do you know where Duo Kitty hides her drugs?:  in the toolshed.  Lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;57. What color is your stapler? XD:  black.&lt;br /&gt;58. What deadly animal lurks within the depths of your backpack?:  TEH BALROG!!!1&lt;br /&gt;59. What compy/laptop do j00 have:  one with the case off.&lt;br /&gt;50. Insert question here.  ORFABLOO!  o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?  Why don't you answer that.&lt;br /&gt;Name as it appears on your birth certificate:  I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Current full legal name:  Futt Buck.&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames:  I don't feel like filling this out because I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Parent's names:  I'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;How many candles on your last birthday cake?  15.  ALL PINK ON A HELLO KITTY FACE.&lt;br /&gt;Date that you regularly blow them out:  April 11.&lt;br /&gt;Pets:  plant.&lt;br /&gt;Height:  six feet.&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:  brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:  depends on how bright it is in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing:  once.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;How much do you love your job:  what?  I guess I'm getting a job with mother; she wants to start a cleaning business.  Wonder how long &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;'ll last....&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace:  Rockford, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;Hometown:  Sarasota, Florida.  ( i hate it. )&lt;br /&gt;Residence:  some moldy apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Been in love before?  obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Been to Africa?  wark?&lt;br /&gt;Been toilet-papering?  no, but I put red food-dye in the toilets at this one football game.  &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Been drunk?  noepep.&lt;br /&gt;Been toilet-papered?  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Loved somebody so much it made you cry?  nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car crash?  when I was one.&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or Bacon Bits:  croutons.&lt;br /&gt;2 doors or 4 (on a car):  four.&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7 Up:  either.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Coffee Ice Cream:  coffee.  And Bruce Lee DVD's.&lt;br /&gt;Blanket or Stuffed Animal:  stuffed animal.&lt;br /&gt;Dumper or Dumpee:  dumpee.  I'm too much of a puss to dump someone.&lt;br /&gt;Salad Dressing:  none.&lt;br /&gt;Color of socks:  black.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Number:  45/85.&lt;br /&gt;Why?  it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;Movie:  Pirates of the Caribbean.&lt;br /&gt;Quote from the movie:  'I deserved that.'.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Holiday:  GEE.  I don't know.  Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Foods:  anything that's not moving.&lt;br /&gt;Day of the Week:  thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Song of the moment:  Cosmo Canyon's playing.&lt;br /&gt;TV show:  Hercules.&lt;br /&gt;Word or Phrase:  'Dumass.'.&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste:  the one on the left.&lt;br /&gt;Restaurant:  the one with the food and the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Flower:  sakura blossom?&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite subject:  Study Skills.  Davis, you're too cheery for your own good, now &lt;b&gt;get your head out of your ass and learn how to work a computer before taking up a job as a teacher&lt;/b&gt;.  God.&lt;br /&gt;Alcoholic drink:  ...beer?  I don't know; I never drank.&lt;br /&gt;Sport to watch:  anything I can make a bet on.&lt;br /&gt;Type of ice:  dry ice.  Fun to play with, not to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Zoo exhibit:  last time I was at a zoo I was six.  I think.&lt;br /&gt;Sesame Street Character:  the green fella that digs around in garbage.&lt;br /&gt;Disney/Warner Bros.:  neither.&lt;br /&gt;Fast food restaurant:  boorp.&lt;br /&gt;When was your last hospital visit?  broken arm; 10/23/01&lt;br /&gt;Favorite non-alcoholic drink:  water.&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bedroom carpet?  white, with lots of dirty patches.&lt;br /&gt;What was the name of your childhood blanket?  Birthday Judas.  ( yep.  Stole it from Anna. )&lt;br /&gt;How many times did you fail your permit and or drivers license?  what.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Ouija boards?  wee&lt;br /&gt;Where do you see yourself in ten years:  sitting in front of an outdated game system with no pants on.  Oh, wait...&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been convicted of a crime:  nope.&lt;br /&gt;What do you do most often when you are bored?  quizzes, memes, surveys.&lt;br /&gt;What Religion do you consider yourself to be?  JEDI.&lt;br /&gt;Name the person that you are friends with that lives the furthest away:  I just swallowed chicken fat.  ;___;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing:  Ultima Demons.  &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime:  11 on weeknights and whenever on weekends/breaks/homeschool.&lt;br /&gt;Who will respond to this first:  no one.  ;_;&lt;br /&gt;Person least likely to respond:  hn~  teh suerg.&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?  13:00 AM  omgomgomg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108199449360780476?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108199449360780476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108199449360780476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108199449360780476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108199449360780476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-120-dollars-and-nothing-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108136840037779624</id><published>2004-04-07T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T13:13:58.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yep.  Tim Johnson died.  Lived alot longer than the other fish I had; about a year and a half, and that's good for a betta.  He died with his face buried in the gravel and looked like a flame. I got a day off because of it, and we're gonna bury him in a box from Michaels craft store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I got my project done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Scholz won't be a bitch and mark it off for being late or anything.  I hate when she does that.  It defeats the purpose of doing the assignment, like, period.  Mrs. Hahn didn't assign us homework neither because ... something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had this big argument with this Aron fellow because he proved her wrong.  Pretty funny to see someone that short chew out someone that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookofratings.com/finalfantasy.html"&gt;it's been a while since i posted one of these links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=Aeris&amp;meme=1074624224' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Your Final Fantasy Death by Aeris&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Your Name&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your Name' value='Elidibs' size='20'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Your Level&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font 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Friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Aeris&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Good Friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Zack&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Other Good Friend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Nooj&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Girlfriend (4 guys)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Rinoa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Boyfriend (4 girls)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Zack&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Rival&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Auron&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Most Hated Enemy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Baralai&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='ChaoticSoul'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074624847'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' style='vertical-align:bottom;border:0;'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen 3.0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn't Rinoa supposed to be annoying?  *FFVIII ignorant*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellspacing='0' cellpadding='2' align='center'&gt;&lt;form action='http://memegen.deskslave.org/viewmeme.pl?un=staada&amp;meme=1074624850' method='POST'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan=2 bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;Which Final Fantasy Character HATES you? by staada&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Your SN&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='text' name='Your SN' value='elidibs' size='20'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;The Hater:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Yuna&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#FFFFFF'&gt;What they will do to you:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor='#DDDDAA'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Flip you off&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='un' value='staada'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='meme' value='1074624850'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align='center' bgcolor='#000000'&gt;&lt;font size='-1' color='#FFFFFF'&gt;Created with &lt;a href='http://www.livejournal.com/users/quill18/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' style='vertical-align:bottom;border:0;'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;quill18&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href='http://memegen.deskslave.org/'&gt;&lt;font color='#DDDD88'&gt;MemeGen 3.0&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Prissy bitch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.rogers.com/magitekpange/ffvitest/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.rogers.com/magitekpange/ffvitest/terra.jpg" width="254" height="154" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here're the copied results from some &lt;a href="http://www.selectsmart.com/FREE/select.php?client=Boogiepop"&gt;FF dating game&lt;/a&gt; from Selectsmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  -  Quistis  ( get the whipped cream.  &gt;_&gt;; )&lt;br /&gt;II  -  Vincent  ( I bet he's a real monster.  &gt;D )&lt;br /&gt;III  -  Setzer&lt;br /&gt;IV  -  Faris&lt;br /&gt;V  -  Kuja&lt;br /&gt;VI  -  Yuffie&lt;br /&gt;VII  -  Aerith&lt;br /&gt;VIII  -  Zell  ( grr.  I'd end up putting visine in his relish. )&lt;br /&gt;IX  -  Kefka&lt;br /&gt;X  -  Sephiroth&lt;br /&gt;XI  -  Seymour&lt;br /&gt;XII  -  Tidus  ( I hate preps.  I hate people who dress like preps. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee.  I got rid of a bunch of spyware.  Fucktards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108136840037779624?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108136840037779624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108136840037779624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108136840037779624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108136840037779624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/04/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108121887742001218</id><published>2004-04-05T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T19:46:20.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah.  Five more weeks until I'll have to go to summer school because the credits are given out in the most fucked up way ever.  So that means...I'll have to do PE excersizes in the blazing sun once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't want any &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; summer school classes, I'd better stop dicking around and actually study.  I mean, I been getting good grades, but I gotta realize that I can't get by with just skinned knees this time...eh.  At least those jackasses from my tennis class last semester won't be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108121887742001218?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108121887742001218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108121887742001218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108121887742001218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108121887742001218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/04/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108097413310274413</id><published>2004-04-02T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T22:39:13.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if RPG's were Elves, they went to the Grey Havens and I watched them set sail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108097413310274413?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108097413310274413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108097413310274413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108097413310274413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108097413310274413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/04/if-rpgs-were-elves-they-went-to-grey.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108097392462649560</id><published>2004-04-02T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T22:35:45.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;TABLE width="50%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mmmm... fangirly.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thenoodlebowl.com/oav/quiz1/bishie.jpg"&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Arial"&gt;You're a &lt;b&gt;bishounen!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're male, but people often mistake you for the other option. You're unfeasibly thin and pretty and always have perfect hair, often surrounded by sparkles/sakura/roses. You almost certainly have a tragic backstory which involves one or more of your parents, and are liable to have a Tragic Destiny (TM). You were almost certainly invented by a female mangaka, are worshipped by a female audience, and your life is characterised by periods of extreme pain and angst. Sucks to be you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thenoodlebowl.com/oav/quiz1.html"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which generic anime character are you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/TD&gt;&lt;/TR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://lucid.lunacy.nu/quiz/jacksparrow.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://lucid.lunacy.nu/quiz/pirates.html"&gt;Which Pirates of the Caribbean character are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That. Movie. Was. Fucking.  AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, so I bought this Azumanga Daioh GN and Megatokyo volume II.  I'm not wearing my pants today, either.  I gotta watch Merlin tomorrow on sci-fi; looks pretty damn cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108097392462649560?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108097392462649560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108097392462649560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108097392462649560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108097392462649560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/04/mmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108070221926152653</id><published>2004-03-30T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T19:07:16.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm learning how to draw a-coza &lt;a href="http://www.howtodrawmanga.com/tutorial/tutorial.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site and so far, I'm doin good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the first real drawing I'll do'll be of the main character to my one story, Sabrilocke.  Prolly him with only his pants and boots on holding his sword.  I'll scan when I learn how to work this scanner feature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108070221926152653?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108070221926152653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108070221926152653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108070221926152653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108070221926152653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-learning-how-to-draw-coza-this-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108059930888033137</id><published>2004-03-29T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T14:35:08.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hana sent me a Hello Kitty phone cover for my birthday in a couple-a weeks.  w00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/zippdementia/1052281337_Tomo4.JPG" border="0" alt="Azumanga"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Tomo-chan!  You are extremely competetive,&lt;br&gt;but even though you think you win every race,&lt;br&gt;your friends have no trouble telling you that&lt;br&gt;you lose every one.  Badly.  Although many&lt;br&gt;consider you an annoyance, you shout your way&lt;br&gt;back into their hearts... or at least into&lt;br&gt;their houses.  You know you're cooler than them&lt;br&gt;anyways.   You don't hide anything about&lt;br&gt;yourself, you are completely out in the open.&lt;br&gt;In fact, you are truly naive about this, you&lt;br&gt;actually believe you are that cool.  You&lt;br&gt;couldn't live without comic books, field trips,&lt;br&gt;and competitions.  Your best friend is a&lt;br&gt;Koyomi, and consider becoming a law enforcer,&lt;br&gt;you'd love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/zippdementia/quizzes/The%20Azumanga%20Daioh%20Character%20Quiz/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Azumanga Daioh Character Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show's fucking hilarious; I saw a preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jadechan/1035090368_tsquizmech.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are "mecha manga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jadechan/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20manga%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of manga are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now~&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later, the images'll display.  God I fucking hate this computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108059930888033137?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108059930888033137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108059930888033137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108059930888033137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108059930888033137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/03/hana-sent-me-hello-kitty-phone-cover.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-108059935213713809</id><published>2004-03-29T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T14:32:46.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hana sent me a Hello Kitty phone cover for my birthday in a couple-a weeks.  w00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/zippdementia/1052281337_Tomo4.JPG" border="0" alt="Azumanga"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Tomo-chan!  You are extremely competetive,&lt;br&gt;but even though you think you win every race,&lt;br&gt;your friends have no trouble telling you that&lt;br&gt;you lose every one.  Badly.  Although many&lt;br&gt;consider you an annoyance, you shout your way&lt;br&gt;back into their hearts... or at least into&lt;br&gt;their houses.  You know you're cooler than them&lt;br&gt;anyways.   You don't hide anything about&lt;br&gt;yourself, you are completely out in the open.&lt;br&gt;In fact, you are truly naive about this, you&lt;br&gt;actually believe you are that cool.  You&lt;br&gt;couldn't live without comic books, field trips,&lt;br&gt;and competitions.  Your best friend is a&lt;br&gt;Koyomi, and consider becoming a law enforcer,&lt;br&gt;you'd love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/zippdementia/quizzes/The%20Azumanga%20Daioh%20Character%20Quiz/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;The Azumanga Daioh Character Quiz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That show's fucking hilarious; I saw a preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jadechan/1035090368_tsquizmech.gif" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are "mecha manga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jadechan/quizzes/What%20type%20of%20manga%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What type of manga are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-108059935213713809?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/108059935213713809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=108059935213713809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108059935213713809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/108059935213713809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/03/hana-sent-me-hello-kitty-phone-cover_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-107993009960557476</id><published>2004-03-21T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:38:23.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ee~ I gotta cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those Nokia ones with all the fancy shit and no antenna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimabob1337: ...DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimabob1337: I can fit a Hello Kitty face over this one.&lt;br /&gt;SurgeElectrolyde: o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23:04] Ultimabob1337: ...DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;[23:04] Ultimabob1337: I can fit a Hello Kitty face over this one.&lt;br /&gt;[23:06] OuterHeaven1995: i have one &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And momses is like:  'what with the texting, you and Brian can talk shit about people when not in seventh class.'  Hana calls it 'laziness perfected'.  Spring Break starts friday.  Imma see if I can meet Kisa/Jesse at Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, fuck. Spoke too soon; I just remembered that I have to do this poem thingy for English.  Just watch~  it prolly won't get finished and that'll fuck my grade up.  Sorta like htat iRO account I opened last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;I also bought an X-2 figure of Rikku and stuck it on my wall in the box.  My poor wallet.    ;_;  I found a bunch-a MP3's I've been searching for for, like, forever thursday, too.  You have no idea how much I miss listening to that Gundam theme.    ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you &lt;i&gt;might&lt;/i&gt;, if you're either Anna or Steve....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-107993009960557476?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/107993009960557476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=107993009960557476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107993009960557476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107993009960557476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/03/ee-i-gotta-cellphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-107966626644309947</id><published>2004-03-18T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:21:28.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  Some dumbfuck from TSR's trying to warn-spree me when I got all of VGF on him.&lt;br /&gt;Sad, sad little boy.  Too bad Hana talked me out of tubgirling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His AIM handle is ... beonthewave100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-107966626644309947?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/107966626644309947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=107966626644309947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107966626644309947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107966626644309947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/03/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-107862907143774675</id><published>2004-03-06T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T23:53:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Megacon today and it was like:  :O&lt;br /&gt;There were a bunch of cosplayers and shit there and the line to see Fred Gallagher was all long and shit so we decided to blow it off.  After some wandering,  we finally went back to the booth with Fred and I got my MT graphic novel autographed by Fred and Sarah.  Brian's sketchbook was also autographed.  After the autographs,  I bought a poster and t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/interests/megatokyo/leetware/5af8/zoom/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thinkgeek.com/interests/megatokyo/coolthings/5c3c/zoom/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimabob1337: Fred's nice.&lt;br /&gt;neo and a pickle: Fred and Sarah Gallagher were there!? ;_; omg. i hate you. ;;;_;; XD&lt;br /&gt;Ultimabob1337: They look sorta like their characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onoz i think teh nyo hats me&lt;br /&gt;I also got a Megacon clippy-thing I'm supposed to use to advertise Jacon.  I'm prolly gonna be there,  too.  If I can make it,  I'll prolly be dressed as Frodo,  because Hana &lt;i&gt;insists&lt;/i&gt; that I dress as him.  Speaking of LotR,  there was this &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; good Aragorn cosplay.  Regardless,  there were plenty of half-assed Rikku/Sephiroth/Vincent cosplayers,  but that doesn't go without saying some of them were good.  There was also a pretty comic booth worker.  &gt;&gt;;    Around the end of the convention,  we got autographs from the  'Life with Riley'  guy and Brian Clevinger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was alot more energetic than the other artists;  he even signed my Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle-earth book!  I had him sign the Great Sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;'THE GREAT C'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;'Brian Clevinger'.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I had him sign it,  he was like:  'WTF' XD  and I was like:  'well,  it's .... &lt;i&gt;sort&lt;/i&gt; of related to 8 - Bit Theater.'  and he was like:  -_o~~  'oh~  Yea.'.  I also told him that I liked BM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-107862907143774675?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/107862907143774675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=107862907143774675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107862907143774675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107862907143774675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-went-to-megacon-today-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-107811268727967931</id><published>2004-02-29T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T22:37:14.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/chaoscomesatnite/1073353899_ngsofSteel.jpg" border="0" alt="SteelWings"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have wings of &lt;b&gt;STEEL&lt;/b&gt;. No one's really&lt;br&gt;sure why, but at this point in your life you've&lt;br&gt;shut off emotion to the point of extreme&lt;br&gt;apathy. You are cold and indifferent much of&lt;br&gt;the time...or perhaps you're just a good&lt;br&gt;pretender. Next to impossible to get close to,&lt;br&gt;even those who do never see the real you. It's&lt;br&gt;entirely possible that YOU don't even know the&lt;br&gt;real you. You have a certain fascination or&lt;br&gt;attraction to destruction on a massive scale -&lt;br&gt;disasters, perhaps even death or the concept of&lt;br&gt;the Apocalypse. Because you hold so much&lt;br&gt;inside, one day you're simply going to snap.&lt;br&gt;Then the mask will fall away, and your true&lt;br&gt;wings will be revealed. Until then you will&lt;br&gt;deal with whatever comes your way in icy bitter&lt;br&gt;silence and acceptance. On the positive side,&lt;br&gt;you are fearless and immeasurably strong - not&lt;br&gt;much can crack through your defenses. You&lt;br&gt;intrigue people, who can't help but wonder why&lt;br&gt;you're the way you are. A loner and one who&lt;br&gt;spends much of their time brooding and&lt;br&gt;contemplating life and death - you are a time&lt;br&gt;bomb waiting to explode and create some&lt;br&gt;destruction of your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/chaoscomesatnite/quizzes/*~*~*Claim%20Your%20Wings%20-%20Pics%20and%20Long%20Answers*~*~*/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;*~*~*Claim Your Wings - Pics and Long Answers*~*~*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/Heazure/1038078637_Gallows.jpg" border="0" alt="Gallows"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gallows Caradine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Heazure/quizzes/Which%20Wild%20ARMs%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Wild ARMs character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6388302-107811268727967931?l=nylonbob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/feeds/107811268727967931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6388302&amp;postID=107811268727967931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107811268727967931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6388302/posts/default/107811268727967931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nylonbob.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-have-wings-of-steel.html' title=''/><author><name>Nylonbob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03333454364843306892</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6388302.post-107601336856262827</id><published>2004-02-05T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T21:05:13.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't seen about the job yet, but oh well. I missed two days this week because...iono. I was just allowed, I guess.  :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surveys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLE QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name: Ultima Bob&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicknames: Mullet, Elidibs, Cucumber Guy, Jenova, Sabrilocke, Tainted Moogle&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair Color: dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;4. Eye color: dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;5. Hometown: Sarasota, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;6. Siblings: &lt;s&gt;Chibi-Yuna~!&lt;/s&gt; Hana.&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you like to sing in the shower? meh. It's more like hum the theme of the Four Fiends. That music, friend, is beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;8. You like to sing on the toilet? I ocasionally hum the Hyrule overworld song.&lt;br /&gt;9. Birthday: April 11.&lt;br /&gt;11. Where were you born: Rockford, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;12. Sex: if Diane from Cheers has granite panties, I have granite boxers, but masturbation's a whole other thing.&lt;br /&gt;13. Have you ever cheated on guys/girls: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE QUESTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Movies: The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King; Pirates of the Carribean.&lt;br /&gt;20. Song(s): One-Winged Angel, Suffering Planet, Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;22. TV Show: All In The Family.&lt;br /&gt;23. Favourite Actors: Abe Vigoda, Johnny Depp, Liv Tyler, Viggo Mortensen, and Sherman Hemsley.&lt;br /&gt;25. Food: &lt;Pippin&gt; mushrooms~! &lt;/Pippin&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Number: 45/85&lt;br /&gt;27. Cartoon: If it's not Anime, it's Ed, Edd, and Eddy.  ( taken from Anna. )&lt;br /&gt;28. Disney Character: Goofy or Donald.&lt;br /&gt;29. Color: grey.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you plan on having children: ha! Cold day in hell.&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you want to get married: no.&lt;br /&gt;32. Where do you want to get married: no.&lt;br /&gt;33. How old do you wanna be when your married: no.&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you have kids before marriage: do I look like my &lt;i&gt;father&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you have a crush: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EITHER-OR (PICK WHICH ONE YOU PREFER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Music/TV: music. It's the one I spend the most time with, nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;39. Guys/girls: both. If the guy's not pretty and open-minded, though, he can rot in hell.&lt;br /&gt;40. Green/blue: green.&lt;br /&gt;41. Pink/Purple: purple.&lt;br /&gt;42. Summer/Winter: winter.&lt;br /&gt;43. Night/Day: night.&lt;br /&gt;44. Hangin Out/Chillin: I'm usually the quiet one glaring at the happy one.&lt;br /&gt;45. Dopey/Funny: dopey.&lt;br /&gt;47. What school are you going to this fall? home.&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you ever taken drugs? Tylenol with Codine. And no, not with my family's history of them.&lt;br /&gt;49. What's a major turn on of a guy for you? pig-headedness.&lt;br /&gt;50. How far would you go on a first date? Walgreens~!  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;51. The person you have known for soo long is: Anna.&lt;br /&gt;52. Which people do you trust and are open with the most? Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;53. What do you think of soul mates? possible.&lt;br /&gt;54. Is it right to flirt if you have a bf/gf? hell, no! Unless it's for money.&lt;br /&gt;55. What was the last thing you cried over or got teary about? &lt;br /&gt;56. What's something about guys/girls you don't get? why do they all gotta assume?&lt;br /&gt;57. Are you happy? sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;58. What song seems to reflect you the most: One-Winged Angel.&lt;br /&gt;59. What object can't you live without? The One Ring.&lt;br /&gt;60. Love or lust: love.&lt;br /&gt;61. Silver or gold: MYTHRIL!!!1&lt;br /&gt;62. Diamond or pearl: Diamond.&lt;br /&gt;64. Have you ever gone skinny dipping? &lt;br /&gt;65. Do sleep with stuffed animals: yes. I have a stuffed Pikachu named Russ.&lt;br /&gt;66. Do you have any piercings: once. Gonna re-pierce myself as soon as my hair grows down to my waist.&lt;br /&gt;68. What song are you listening to right now? Trenthian  -  Final Fantasy 7 Sector7 Hath Wrought the Angel OC Remix&lt;br /&gt;70. Where would you want to go on your honeymoon? Barad-dûr.&lt;br /&gt;71. Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? The One Ring.&lt;br /&gt;72. What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? how much they look like an RPG character.   ...oO;&lt;br /&gt;73. Favorite sports? Golf.&lt;br /&gt;75. What's the next cd(s)? Black Mages!&lt;br /&gt;76. Do you wear contacts or glasses? Glasses with what looks like spooge on them.&lt;br /&gt;79. What are your future goals? possibly immortality and the formation of a Utopia.&lt;br /&gt;80. Worst sickness you ever had: the one where one of my testacles looked like a &lt;br /&gt;81. which do you like Funny or Scary movies better? comedy!&lt;br /&gt;82. On the phone or in person? Trillian.&lt;br /&gt;83. Hugs or kisses? depends.&lt;br /&gt;85. If you died tomorrow who would you leave everything you own to? I'd give my PSOne and jelly bracelets to Brian and I'd have Dorothy keep the Trigun GN she's borrowing.  XD   Otherwise, I'd give Anna TSR and Steve my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you have any enemies? *leer*  Do I!&lt;br /&gt;87. Have you met Santa? nope.&lt;br /&gt;91. If ET knocked on your door holding up a peace sign and asked to use the phone, what would you say? j0.&lt;br /&gt;92. Pets: Tim Johnson the red Betta and Zarela the herb.&lt;br /&gt;93. Last time you were depressed? Iono.&lt;br /&gt;94. Best person you know is: Jesse.&lt;br /&gt;95. FuNnIeSt: ...Nice use of caps, idiot.  ( taken from Anna. )&lt;br /&gt;96. Tallest: Cousin Tim.&lt;br /&gt;97. Are you an alcoholic? nope.&lt;br /&gt;98. Who sent this to you? I copied it from Anna's.&lt;br /&gt;99. You want your friends to write back? ...what~.&lt;br /&gt;100. How are you today? dan-fucking-dy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Full name: Ultima Bob.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sex: male.&lt;br /&gt;3) Birthday: April 11, 1989&lt;br /&gt;4) Height: 6'&lt;br /&gt;5) Weight: 176 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;6) Hair color: dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;7) Eye color: brown.&lt;br /&gt;8) Ethnic background: Slavic and Injun.&lt;br /&gt;9) Birthplace: Rockford, Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;10) Hometown: Sarasota, Florida.&lt;br /&gt;11) Father's full name: ( dammit )&lt;br /&gt;12) Mother's full name: ( dammit )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;14) Song: One-Winged Angel.&lt;br /&gt;15) Band/singer: Morning Musume.&lt;br /&gt;16) Actor: Abe Vigoda, Johnny Depp, and Viggo Mortensen.&lt;br /&gt;17) Actress: Liv Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;18) Movie: Pirates of the Carribean and The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King.&lt;br /&gt;19) Book: the one with the cover.&lt;br /&gt;20) Author: Johnathan Ronald Rheul Tolkien. Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;21) Clothing brand name: no.&lt;br /&gt;22) Animal: Cow~!&lt;br /&gt;23) Day of the week: thursday.&lt;br /&gt;24) Color: grey.&lt;br /&gt;25) Food: cucumber and mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;26) Class in school: Geography.&lt;br /&gt;27) Store: Hot Topic, EB Games, Books - A - Million, NHA Toys  ( flea market. ), FYE!, Best Buy, and anything that sells anime merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;28) City: Rockford, Illinois...? Iono.&lt;br /&gt;29) Country: Norway.&lt;br /&gt;30) Vacation spot: somewhere that speaks English.&lt;br /&gt;31) Sport to watch: no.&lt;br /&gt;32) Game [as in "board", or otherwise]: Final Fantasy Tactics and Final Fantasy VII. Harvest Moon and Zelda, too.&lt;br /&gt;33) Car: Cheech &amp; Chong's!&lt;br /&gt;34) Internet site: Professional Dork Mafia Bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;35) Ice cream flavor: LEMMING.&lt;br /&gt;36) Season: winter.&lt;br /&gt;37) Month: March.&lt;br /&gt;38) Holiday: Halloween and Singles Awareness Day-- perfect for Nadesico fanfiction!&lt;br /&gt;39) Flower: trees count? Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;40) Cartoon: The Simpsons.&lt;br /&gt;41) TV show: All In The Family.&lt;br /&gt;42) Fictional character: Vincent Valentine.&lt;br /&gt;43) Perfume/cologne: meh.&lt;br /&gt;44) Hobby: gaming.&lt;br /&gt;45) Flavor: water.&lt;br /&gt;46) Scent: cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;47) Quote: 'Love and peace~! Love and peace~!'  -Vash the Stampede&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, is that so? You are just a puppet ... you have no heart ... and cannot feel any pain. How can there be any meaning in the memory of such a being? What I have shown you is reality. What you remember, this is the illusion. ...do you understand?' -Sephiroth&lt;br /&gt;48) Word: Wark.  ...thanks, Boco!  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;49) Hot or cold: cold.&lt;br /&gt;50) Sweet or sour: sour.&lt;br /&gt;51) Spicy or bland: bland.&lt;br /&gt;52) Fast or slow: fast.&lt;br /&gt;53) Black or white: grey&lt;br /&gt;55) Long or short: long.&lt;br /&gt;56) More or less: the more, the merrier.&lt;br /&gt;57) Soft or hard: soft.&lt;br /&gt;58) Rough or smooth: smooth.&lt;br /&gt;59) Air, land or sea: air.&lt;br /&gt;60) Light or dark: dark.&lt;br /&gt;61) Straight or curly: straight.&lt;br /&gt;62) Straight or curvy: curvy.&lt;br /&gt;63) Large or small: small.&lt;br /&gt;64) Fat or thin: thin.&lt;br /&gt;65) E-mail or letter: e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;66) Phone or instant message: Trillian.&lt;br /&gt;67) Day or night: night.&lt;br /&gt;68) Breakfast, lunch or dinner: I eat randomly.&lt;br /&gt;69) Past, present or future: past.&lt;br /&gt;70) Radio or CD: both. &lt;br /&gt;71) MTV or VH1: *ralph*&lt;br /&gt;72) Brush or comb: &lt;br /&gt;73) Slide, see-saw or swings: ...what~.&lt;br /&gt;74) Doing or watching: watching.&lt;br /&gt;75) Mind or body: mental.&lt;br /&gt;76) Consciousness, subconsciousness or unconsciousness: subconsciousness.&lt;br /&gt;77) Feet or hands: hands.&lt;br /&gt;78) Water or juice: water.&lt;br /&gt;79) Ocean or pool: pool.&lt;br /&gt;80) Treadmill or road: ...what~.&lt;br /&gt;81) Speaker-phone or hand-held: eh?&lt;br /&gt;82) AIM or ICQ: Trillian.&lt;br /&gt;83) Rain or shine: rain/snow.&lt;br /&gt;84) Cat or dog: KITTY.&lt;br /&gt;85) Innie or outie: innie, dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;86) Inside or outside: Outside. Depends on the circumstances, though...&lt;br /&gt;87) Up/high or down/low: what~.&lt;br /&gt;88) Closet or dresser-drawers: closet.  &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;89) Bed frame or only mattress: ditches.&lt;br /&gt;90) Silver or gold: MYTHRIL!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love/Sex &lt;br /&gt;91) Are you Hetero-/Homo-/Bi-sexual?: Bi.&lt;br /&gt;92) Are you in love?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;93) Are you in a relationship?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;94) Are you a virgin?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;95) Have you gotten your first kiss?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;96) Do you have a crush?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;97) Do you enjoy being in love/having a crush?: it makes me feel miserable.&lt;br /&gt;98) What form of birth control do/would you use?: not getting nailed period.&lt;br /&gt;99) How far have you gone with a "lover"?: sleeping in the same bed, but appropriately clothed.&lt;br /&gt;100) Would/did you have sex before marriage?: would? Yes. I'm not getting married.&lt;br /&gt;101) Do you believe in hookups (sexual relations without emotion)?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;102) Have you ever had a hookup?: yes, but I ran from it.&lt;br /&gt;103) Is there a difference between a crush and being in love?: yep. Fine distance.&lt;br /&gt;104) Do you believe in love at first sight?: it might or might not work.&lt;br /&gt;105) Do you believe in true love?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;106) Can long-distance relationships work?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;107) Have you ever had a long-distance relationship?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;108) What about online relationships?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;109) Have you ever been married?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;110) Have you ever been divorced?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;111) Have you ever been in love?: *sn00z*&lt;br /&gt;112) If so, how many times?: PIE.&lt;br /&gt;113) Have you had sex in the past and regretted it?: I'm a virgin and I wish to stay that way, because Mr. T says so!&lt;br /&gt;114) Have you fallen in love in the past and regretted it?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;115) How old were you when you got your first kiss?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;116) How old were you when you had sex for the first time?: Wai Tu Yung.  Who remembers that t-shirt?  ...no.&lt;br /&gt;117) Have you ever broken someone's heart?: prolly.&lt;br /&gt;118) Have you ever sexually harassed someone?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;119) Have you ever been sexually harassed yourself?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;120) Have you ever been jealous of a friend for their boy/girlfriend?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;121) Have you ever been jealous of your boy/girlfriend's "close" friend(s)?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;122) Have you ever been jealous of your boy/girlfriend's ex-?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;123) Have you ever gotten back together with an ex-?: nope./&lt;br /&gt;124) Have you ever gotten together with a friend's ex-?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;125) Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;126) Have you ever been in love with someone so much that you've cried over them?: HI, I'M BOB PINCIOTTI!  ...no.&lt;br /&gt;127) What's the most affection you deem appropriate for public?: *pat, pat, pat, runs off with wallet*  FUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;128) Have/would you ever see(n) an "X"-rated movie?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;129) Do you enjoy French-kissing?: never been.&lt;br /&gt;130) Do you keep a picture of your beloved somewhere?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;131) Would you (honestly) sacrifice your life for your beloved?: ...I guess.&lt;br /&gt;132) Have/would you ever use whipped cream, hot wax, et cetera, in a sexual act?: ow.&lt;br /&gt;133) What do you look for in a lover (physically)?: RPG characters.&lt;br /&gt;134) What do you look for in love (mentally/emotionally)?: open-mindedness and someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;135) Do cherries or strawberries have any sexual meaning for you?: *leer*&lt;br /&gt;136) Have you ever dumped someone?: I've scared stalkers away.&lt;br /&gt;137) Have you ever been dumped?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;138) Have you ever had your heart broken?: ...&lt;br /&gt;139) Are you (honestly) afraid of commitment?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;140) Are you attracted to people with accents?: yes!&lt;br /&gt;141) Have you ever had sexual relations in public?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;142) Do you have a memento from a previous relationship?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;143) Is there a certain smell, sight, sound, or taste that reminds you of a lover?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;144) Do you enjoy living in your town?: not really, but there're nice stores.&lt;br /&gt;145) Do you smoke?: nope. &lt;br /&gt;146) Do you drink?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;147) How often do you shower?: whenever I smell like I need one.&lt;br /&gt;148) Do people you live with complain about the water bill because of the lengths of your showers?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;149) Do you trust others easily?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;150) Have you ever lied to a friend?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;152) Are you anyone's secret-keeper?: yes, but I tell the secret as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;153) Are you a daredevil?: ha!&lt;br /&gt;154) Have/would you skydive?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;155) Have/would you bungee jump?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;156) Have/would you play "Chicken"?: elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;157) If granted one wish, what would it be?: infinite wishes.  XD   Nah, prolly godhood.&lt;br /&gt;158) Do you like to dance?: DDR.&lt;br /&gt;159) Which do you prefer -- slow or fast dancing?: DDR.&lt;br /&gt;160) Do you like to swim?: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;161) Do you make friends easily?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;162) If so, where do you most often make friends?: &lt;br /&gt;163) Do you color your hair?: when it's all grown out, yea.&lt;br /&gt;164) Do you wear makeup?: *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;165) Are you a person who lies a lot?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;166) What religion do you practice, if any?: Lifestream...?&lt;br /&gt;167) Do you like high heels?: nah.&lt;br /&gt;168) Are you homophobic?: asking a bisexual person that? Dumass.&lt;br /&gt;169) Do you like to travel?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;170) Granted you are American, have you ever been out of the states?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;171) Do you own any pets?: Tim Johnson, the red Betta, and Zarela the herb!&lt;br /&gt;172) Do you have a cell phone/pager?: later, I will.&lt;br /&gt;173) Do like amusement parks?: sorta.&lt;br /&gt;174) If so, what is your favorite park/ride?: meh.&lt;br /&gt;175) Do you collect anything?: hobby knives.&lt;br /&gt;176) Do you like getting your picture taken?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;177) Do you keep your room/apartment/dorm clean?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;178) Do you get annoyed easily?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;179) Would you consider yourself a depressed person?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;180) Have you ever been to a concert?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;181) If so, who/what did you see?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;182) Have you ever performed in public?: I was on a YMCA commercial when I was an infant.&lt;br /&gt;183) Do you have any piercings?: once, but it sealed.&lt;br /&gt;184) Do you have any tattoos?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;185) Do you dream often?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;186) Do you frequently daydream?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;187) Do you have a job?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;188) What was your first job?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;189) Do you have any health problems?: yiss.&lt;br /&gt;190) Are you a vegetarian?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;191) Have you ever been in a crash?: when I was little.&lt;br /&gt;192) Have you ever had a near-death experience?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;193) Have you ever won anything?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;194) Do you play a musical instrument?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;195) Have you ever had someone close to you die?: my cat...?  oO;&lt;br /&gt;196) Have you ever broken a bone?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;197) Have you ever had stitches?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;198) Do you have any scars?: a faint one on my balzac, a bunch on my left hand, and a grease-mark on my right arm.&lt;br /&gt;199) Have you ever had major surgery?: on my balzac.&lt;br /&gt;200) What is your earliest memory?: a dream.&lt;br /&gt;201) Have you ever gotten in a physical fight?: yes, but not because I've wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;202) What is your dream job?: I want to join SOLDIER. I'm going to be the best there is, just like Sephiroth!&lt;br /&gt;203) Do you plan on having kids?: cold day in hell.&lt;br /&gt;204) What phrase do you use the most?: 'Arright.'&lt;br /&gt;205) Have you ever met/do you know anyone famous?: I'M RELATED TO THE GUY WHO MADE THE LIPS ON TIN CANS AND THE BLUES HAWKS GUY! Fuck you all.  o_o&lt;br /&gt;206) Do you carry a wallet/purse?: wallet.&lt;br /&gt;207) Have you ever baby-sat?: I might in the next couple-a weeks.&lt;br /&gt;208) In what position do you sleep?: usually &lt;br /&gt;209) Have you ever fallen asleep on someone else's bed?: I like sleeping on the floor or in chairs.&lt;br /&gt;210) Have you ever fallen asleep on someone else?: not yet.  -...you didn't hear that.&lt;br /&gt;211) Do you put on a front for anyone?: I have before.&lt;br /&gt;212) Do you cry?: usually when happy/sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;213) Do you have a pen-pal?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;214) If so, how long have you been communicating?: uh-uh.&lt;br /&gt;215) Do you have friends in other parts of the world?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;216) Have you ever gotten in trouble with the police?: does getting warned by an SRO count?  oO;&lt;br /&gt;217) Have you ever committed a felony?: prolly.&lt;br /&gt;218) Do you believe in fate?: yep!&lt;br /&gt;219) Have you ever been skinny-dipping?: &lt;br /&gt;220) Do you believe in yourself?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;221) What kind of pin-ups do you have on your walls?: Hiiragi Najica.  oO;  ...  &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;222) What is the background on your computer screen of?: Vash the Stampede.&lt;br /&gt;223) What languages do you know?: English, some Spanish, l33t, pig-Latin, &lt;br /&gt;224) Have you ever visited another country?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;225) Have you ever needed to call 911?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;226) Do you have a sweet-tooth?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;227) What restaurant do you enjoy going to the most?: does eating my uncle's Thai food at his house count?&lt;br /&gt;228) Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;229) Do you own a motorcycle, and if so, what kind?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;230) Have you ever committed a misdemeanor?: eh?&lt;br /&gt;231) Do you consider yourself organized?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;232) Have you ever fainted?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;233) Do you wear a watch?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;234) Do you wear any jewelry?: The One Ring and nine jelly bracelets.&lt;br /&gt;235) Did you enjoy climbing trees when you were younger?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;236) Have you ever driven through a cornfield?: I wanna.&lt;br /&gt;237) Do you have pictures around the frame of your mirror?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;238) Has an airline ever lost your luggage?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;239) Do you read the comics?: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;240) Do you read the opinion page?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;241) Do you read the sports section?: ha!&lt;br /&gt;242) Do you spend money more than you save?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;243) Have you ever read/bought something "just for the articles"?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;244) Do you believe in aliens?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;245) Do you believe in God, the Devil, heaven or hell?: Lifestream.&lt;br /&gt;246) Do you believe in reincarnation?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;247) If so, what/who do you think you were in your past life?: &lt;br /&gt;248) What period in history are you most intrigued by?: &lt;br /&gt;249) If you died now, could you leave happily?: too much I haven't accomplished. 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