<?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-11220601</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:49:51.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The view from the lower limit of the integral</title><subtitle type='html'>K4rm4++;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-114463311139808636</id><published>2006-04-09T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T21:38:31.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finals</title><content type='html'>finals suck. yes they do. bane of my life. i compare them to poo. i cant wait till they exist no more for me. when that day comes, finally i'll be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gay assed poem, but  my brain comes up with retarded shit so sue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayz. i just wanna finish school. i love learning, but fuck i wanna get on with my life. i have sooooo looooong to goooo before im done. fuckin 2 solid years left at 5 courses per sem, and 3 in the summer. sooo long. gaaahhhhhh. its fun to see how the courses progress. i like getting smarter of course, but goddamn, i want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i complain alot but i really do love this shit, its just really alot of work and im a lazy bastard. it takes alot to suck iot up and turn off the episodes and get crackin down to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spendin alot of time with mel lately. she is fun to watch star trek with. we are soo hooked. shes also very understanding of my oblivion addiction. fuck its so hard to turn all this shit off and study. baaahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 hrs till enterprise season 2 is done. fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anytime my people wanna beam me back up to our ship im ready. get me out of this boring life and give me something FUN and give me a fucking adventure or 2. yea sure, living for science and math is fun. i fuckin love engineering. i love getting smarter and using my brain. i fuckin love people being all like 'omg ur in engineering that so cool your so smart omfgbbqwtf'. but i want adventure in my life. and its nowhere in sight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-114463311139808636?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/114463311139808636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/114463311139808636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2006/04/finals.html' title='finals'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113763235865353746</id><published>2006-01-18T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:59:18.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Things to know when dating a Software Engineer</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I am a Software Engineering major. I compiled(no pun intended) a wee list of things that every woman should know and prepare for if she is to date a Software Engineer or Computer Scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Our PC/Laptop is our domain. We have precious code and algorithms stored here Which took countless hours and many coffeinated drinks to create. Touch and he will complain until you get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Code is inevitable. Whether he is showing you his latest algorithm, or demonstrating his latest mathematical proof(induction, strong induction, recursive definition, contrapositive, direct, whatever logic crap hes doin at the time in class), just smile and nod, and play to his ego. If you make it appear that what he did is easy, he will show you more and more until he is satisfied that you are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Code time is code time. Do not try to pry him away. There are only 2 things that will pry a man away from his code. . . food and sex. If you are not willing to cook or put out, resistance is futile. . . if &lt; 1 ohm...sorry...bad joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If you play video games or code C, he will marry you. It doesn't matter if you have buckteeth or are a slob...you are 1337 so you are worthy...Well, you have to put out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) His goal in life is to be 1337. Do not ask questions, this is just how it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Your bfs C will be better than his english. Prepare for this. If he ever speaks in code, it is ok to smack him, tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Prepare for alot of money to be spent upgrading the multiple computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Do not buy him clothes for xmas or his bday. He will not wear anything besides his geeky shirts and his college sweater. Polos are not an option, unless it has a picture of tux on it. Then that is a 1337 gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Sex is a good stress reliever. When he looks stressed, give him some. Mostly for reason #1 which is . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Geeks make the best lovers. While other guys think about sports all day, all a geek ever thinks about is sex. He will shag you 3 shades from grey and you will wonder what hit you. Ask any woman whose done a geek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this inspires you to do a geek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113763235865353746?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113763235865353746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113763235865353746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2006/01/top-10-things-to-know-when-dating.html' title='Top 10 Things to know when dating a Software Engineer'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113754300824395012</id><published>2006-01-17T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T19:10:08.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This semester of doom</title><content type='html'>This semester I have some really heavy duty classes. advanced cal is blowing my mind with the sheer uglyness of the shit we are doing. i get it, for the most part, but holy fuckin hell man...one day you should look up differential equations if you havnt already. interesting stuff :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick. Whoever gave it to me should kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don;t want to do any workkkkk. gaaahhhhh. i wanna sit here and watch movies and sleep. thats it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna join? I got rid of comments as apparently they are a bad idea. prolly tru. now ill just have to do without louis' random posts on japanese people kneading their peckers. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a quote for u guys...ahem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chuck Norris can make a woman climax by simply pointing at her and&lt;br /&gt; saying "booya"."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113754300824395012?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113754300824395012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113754300824395012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-semester-of-doom.html' title='This semester of doom'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113745343791988877</id><published>2006-01-16T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:17:17.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that I am back</title><content type='html'>I guess I may as well start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did alot of hw. comp249 and phys. thats all. downloaded the oc last night. it owned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want bleach dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill post pics from cutc later. im too bored. i got a good one of lindas boobs for u, louis. no, i didnt take the pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ultimateshowdown.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113745343791988877?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113745343791988877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113745343791988877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2006/01/now-that-i-am-back.html' title='Now that I am back'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113730825754445002</id><published>2006-01-15T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:57:37.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTC</title><content type='html'>Awhile absent have i been, has not yoda forgotten about you, bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I took off for richmond hill for the canadian undergraduate technology conference. Wow, what a showboat of commercial power and waterloos unending ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start off by pointing out the obvious; waterloo students are the cockiest, most immature students i have ever seen. It is like witnessing spoiled fucking brats congregate and celebrate their greatness. I would have no problem with that if waterloo produced super amazingly skilled students. The only problem is,  I completed a fucking UW 6th sem discrete assignment within 15 minutes. Oh my fucking god. If you are going to act like hot shit and chant in a fucking conference 'water water water, loo loo loo" have a reason to act cocky. I see no reason why waterloo students act like they are the bomb. in my opinion, they are seriously the suck..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am bitter, but only because Ive had UW shoved down my throat for a few days. fucking god damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, this has been an awesome experience. I heard mike shaver from mozilla speak, fucking amazing dude. helarious. attended seminars from microsoft, which of course, a soen student asked how much tiger is making off of microsoft stealing their OS, RIM, ATI, apple, some profs from various unis, got some free shit. fuckin amazing time with my skruddies. Guillaume, skrud, eric and i came down. met up with linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea, drinking was a sloppy time this week, same with sleeping arangements LOL. im done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaaahhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113730825754445002?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113730825754445002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113730825754445002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2006/01/cutc.html' title='CUTC'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113520689703692371</id><published>2005-12-21T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:14:57.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muthafuckaz, what?</title><content type='html'>It has been a long fucking time, but here I is, whores of doom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my second semester of university is over. WOOOOOo. My exams went pretty well and i am looking forward to next sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sem i have advanced calculus, discrete 2, programming methadology, mechanics physics, and digital systems design. I am psyched like chris in line at a fag bar. i couldnt hellp myself. teeheehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so restless now that I have nothing to do. I think I will read my data abstraction and problem solving in C++ book. mmmmm code of doom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113520689703692371?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113520689703692371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113520689703692371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/12/muthafuckaz-what.html' title='Muthafuckaz, what?'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113159373042313058</id><published>2005-11-09T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T22:39:29.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm hump almost over</title><content type='html'>Well, my last midterm is tomorrow at 115&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that will make 6 motherfucking midterms in one sem&lt;br /&gt;marks are as follows; 92,90,70,65 so far that ive got back. Yea, quite the point spread, but id like to see you do better in fucking discrete math!!!! it is the raper of all asses. you know its a raper when you csan say "what? prove a congruent b mod m implies gcd(a,m)=gcd(bm)? thats a fucking joke. gimme a real proof u fucking n00b"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im officially even geekier than ever before. ive fallen in love with number theory even tho i cant remember how to prove like anything lol. i just hope i dont fail this midterm........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note...now that mids r over that doesnt mean shit. i have an ass due in comp soft on tues, stats on wed, and discrete on thurs of next week. its never fuckin ends. oh, and micro the next week. then its finals time!! finally time to sleep!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm spicy prosciutto of doom. i am so getting drunk tomorrow !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113159373042313058?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113159373042313058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113159373042313058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/11/midterm-hump-almost-over.html' title='Midterm hump almost over'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113072925246234849</id><published>2005-10-30T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:27:32.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>micro sucks balls</title><content type='html'>microeconomics sucks balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am never taking anything outside of the engineering faculty ever again. I have learned that I have zero interest in any field other than computing, sciences, math or logic/algorithms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not bashing everything else....wel...yes i am really....:( hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont like it. it is the gey. it is not for me. i dont give a fuck about your factors of production and calculating my fucking utility of happiness when i consume a good. i shat on all of you economists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry mel, i know ur gonna flame me for this, but stfu. econ is t3h g3y..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 hjahjahahajahjajhajakekekekekeke nr gl hf zerg rush&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113072925246234849?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113072925246234849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113072925246234849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/10/micro-sucks-balls.html' title='micro sucks balls'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113047300959938043</id><published>2005-10-28T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:16:49.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>im sick. the work never ends. i trook a few days off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naruto like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am le tired. morrowind now as the rest of my weekend will be absolute shite. fucking 2 assignments and studyage for a midterm on monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motherfuck fuck fuck fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gimme video games mmmm baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless post, yet so are all posts so giggidy giggidy iine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113047300959938043?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113047300959938043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113047300959938043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-113010512196067136</id><published>2005-10-23T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T20:09:08.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend</title><content type='html'>hrmph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday i got really trashed. it was mels bday so we all went out, as im sure everyone who reads this will know. we all got uber trashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mikes last night in montreal was last night., i didnt even get to fucking see him as i had to study for comp229. i sure hope im prepared...ive gone over like everything at least twice...its just so much shit to stick. well ive gone over the important shit twice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jess is gay. she needs to move home NOW. dont b the gay, jourgie....dont b the gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mike and kevin caught the gay on friday. engineers get very homesexual when they drink....i was subjected to a smack in the cock, and kisses on the cheek. bacon.....*shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this frat im joining is such a pain in the ass. some of the dudes take their shit waaay too seriously, but most of them are chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of switching majors into computer engineering.....id then be in school forever LOL. damn shit whores of doomzor. maybe ill just do the computer systems option so i dont waste credits...i dunno....i like hardware....i am really intrigued by this shit and may even want my major to reflect the fact that im kinda more interested in the hardware architectures than the programming, which i could teach myself by just buying books....whatever. ill figure it out later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so indicisive its rediculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, wednesday after my midterms, i am getting hammered&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-113010512196067136?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113010512196067136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/113010512196067136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-weekend.html' title='my weekend'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112986611907601417</id><published>2005-10-20T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:41:59.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>been awhile</title><content type='html'>Yea yea, i know it has been awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here I am, back again, whorin it up on the inter net dizzle up in this shizzle ma nizzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...this sem is killing me. i wanna kill all my profs and the ENCS dept at conU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lob and I have begun our business venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other site is gettng a hundred hits an hour. its the hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other site has #1 on msn until im indexed again as my site was down. its funny. a blog of mine (not one i use) one i made as a backlink for my site has #1 on msn....my site will for sure when it gets reindexed. anywayz ya. ghetto children do yo thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scream shes my queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random mumblings happen when ur listening to NaS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112986611907601417?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112986611907601417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112986611907601417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/10/been-awhile.html' title='been awhile'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112468559472426945</id><published>2005-08-22T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:39:54.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ive been spammed!</title><content type='html'>haha. my blog got spammed by some stock whore. im suspending all commenting until i feel like dealing with this and setting up accounts which can leave msgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i hope all spammers get ghonnasiphaherpales and die a horrid death via anal bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, im done work for the summer. im leaving this friday for the m dizzle dot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spending some good quality time with the wife. im going to miss her. jilliscious J, karlos, the hippy and I hit up some mini gizolf tonight. twas hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is all about jill, engine, and packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new site idea. go lob chan, is yo birdey, get busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iight im out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112468559472426945?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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have no desire to talk about anything as its all the same as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spending time with jill. had a bit of a rough week :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things seems to be fanned out on the table tho and discussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships take work, thats for sure, but they are worth every fight, every kiss, every cuddle. without them, how would people grow TOGETHER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually things will be back to normal. everything WILL conclude as it should. I just want all the pain to leave the people i love. if i had one wish it would be to fix this stupid business thats going on so that my woman and the ones she loves were happy again. one day it will happen. all this shit will end, and everyone will be closer because of it. i cant wait for that day. fuck. ill bring the booze! knowin her fam, i had better bring ALOT hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;growing up is fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the most part lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112357155196107637?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112357155196107637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112357155196107637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer-is-coming-to-end.html' title='summer is coming to an end'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112269752126620674</id><published>2005-07-30T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T00:25:21.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shutdown</title><content type='html'>Wekk off has been alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit sheridan res. saw some old friends. good times, good laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive done alot of chillin.....programmin php......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to see jill on sat in brantford. took her for dinner. went to wonderland. on wed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for a drive tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats been my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions, decisions.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112269752126620674?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112269752126620674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112269752126620674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/07/shutdown.html' title='shutdown'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112203009731686208</id><published>2005-07-22T07:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T07:01:37.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/bebe%20and%20i.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/bebe%20and%20i.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love bug (this was halloween. no she is not crazy muahahaha)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112203009731686208?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112203009731686208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112203009731686208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-love-bug-this-was-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112203005964267613</id><published>2005-07-22T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T07:00:59.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/index.php.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/index.php.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgz0rz. hotness&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112203005964267613?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112203005964267613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112203005964267613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/07/omgz0rz.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112202976948211862</id><published>2005-07-22T06:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T06:56:09.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation time. but, vacation of what?</title><content type='html'>Should I.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sail to tahiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to montreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk to kitchener&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue writing my site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;play with louis nipples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sl33p&lt;br /&gt;???????????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enuf stupidness. Yea so It's been awhile. It's like 7am and I've been working on this site all fucking night. well, all night all week, well, all night most nights in the last 3 weeks lol. stupid google. worked 43 hrs this week. overtime likes balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is jilly day!!!! get to see the lady!!! wooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is all PHP'd out. I will write later. so tired.....yet so awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im wide awake, it's just my brain is tired of working 10 hrs a day and then putting in another 5 into this fucking site....gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need an enima....wait..no i dont... :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112202976948211862?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112202976948211862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112202976948211862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/07/vacation-time-but-vacation-of-what.html' title='Vacation time. but, vacation of what?'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112124533308542775</id><published>2005-07-13T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T05:02:13.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/x1pjiWC4JhxAl2o4qYZ8EqRlCDBEcA_Sd6ZUwDyINldWjBJml4UzqszZSjSAv5NeHKx13wJh0xdR8H9kERm1ExMfva9T3t3684fbAyfqEUEMMKj4NKlcvDhig.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/x1pjiWC4JhxAl2o4qYZ8EqRlCDBEcA_Sd6ZUwDyINldWjBJml4UzqszZSjSAv5NeHKx13wJh0xdR8H9kERm1ExMfva9T3t3684fbAyfqEUEMMKj4NKlcvDhig.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGROFLCOPTERBBQWTF&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112124533308542775?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112124533308542775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112124533308542775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/07/omfgroflcopterbbqwtf.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112124512040462372</id><published>2005-07-13T04:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T04:58:40.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Jill.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Jill.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*da doing doing doing* sorry, couldnt help myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112124512040462372?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112124512040462372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112124512040462372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/07/da-doing-doing-doing-sorry-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-112124491445673214</id><published>2005-07-13T04:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T04:55:14.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the dirty whore finally came to visit, didnt he louis?</title><content type='html'>Points of interest as of late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) hit montreal with nick. drinking tanqueray and b33r on the late night bar cart ruled. as did the yum yums. Good to see the skruddies. got real drunk. as did everyone else. my nipples were ravaged as usual by a dirty frenchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) stella case 1. matt 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I am really hoping to get fired from my job. i fucking hate it. i loathe this shit work. i am never doing it again. ever. i will never ever work in a factory after this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)been spending alot of time with nick lately!!!! once again i will mention how good it was to see my skruddies. it was fuckin stellar to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I QUIT FUCKING SMOKING!!!!! Yes, believe it or not, i quit one of my few vices. 8 years of smoking down the shitter. good riddence. been over a week since i started, meaning having like 3 a day. been 5 days of no smokeyness. Not hard at all anymore. Thinking of having one makes me cringe as i know how bad it will feel in my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)i want an ipod BADLY. Only thing is i know id never spend that much on myself.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) been spenidng alot of time with jills fam. awesome ppl. even tho most of them arent related to jill, they are still fam, for reasons im too lazy to type. yea, but ya, awesome ppl. on that note, i love jill and all the time i get to see her. obviously i want more jilly time, but hey, with getting old comes needing money. hahahahahahaha. one day we will be rich enuf to takes months off to travel the globe together. mmm cant wait for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-112124491445673214?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112124491445673214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/112124491445673214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/07/dirty-whore-finally-came-to-visit.html' title='the dirty whore finally came to visit, didnt he louis?'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111963754204767912</id><published>2005-06-24T14:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:25:42.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/June%2018%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/June%2018%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drool)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111963754204767912?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963754204767912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963754204767912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/06/drool.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111963750292993940</id><published>2005-06-24T14:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:25:02.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/June%2018%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/June%2018%20009.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrrr dere be hippies&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111963750292993940?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963750292993940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963750292993940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/06/aarrrr-dere-be-hippies.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111963747708347645</id><published>2005-06-24T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:24:37.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/June%2018%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/June%2018%20003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun with bebe and beer&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111963747708347645?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963747708347645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963747708347645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun-with-bebe-and-beer.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111963743316441772</id><published>2005-06-24T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:23:53.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/hairless.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/hairless.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahahahahahahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111963743316441772?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963743316441772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963743316441772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/06/bwahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111963688588910996</id><published>2005-06-24T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:14:45.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week</title><content type='html'>Factory workers are some dumb, scummy fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tact doesn;t exist, neither does intelligence. The majority of the guys at work hate this one guy. They allll talk shit about him, make up cripple signs with his initials on it(he was on workers comp for a bit less than a month). It is beyond anything I ever saw in high school. Ya, so the guy is a scum bag, but he really is a nice guy. I just don't understand how men over 25 can be so fuckin petty and downright malicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of work, I hate my job, but it is money. I find myself spending alot lately. oh well. gotta enjoy my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit wonderland with the hippy yesterday. Good best friend day. Many rides and screams, and many prost-a-tots. Fuckin man, parents should make sure that there little girls know what an appropriate level of exhibitionism is. LOL. fuckin dirty man. I don't want to look at your 13 year old shit, girl. put on a damn shirt lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner last night with Jill, Nick, Crystal and I. had some sexual pizza. mmmm. Came back here, watched Ray and drank b33r. Jill got drunk and passed out. ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wakin up with her in my arms......*misses his bebe*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111963688588910996?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963688588910996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111963688588910996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/06/week.html' title='The week'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111866592767570121</id><published>2005-06-13T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T08:32:07.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Date Ever</title><content type='html'>I had the best date of my life on Saturday! I took Jill to Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what an amazingly fun day!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was mad hot, but the waterpark cooled us right down! Hit a bunch of rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to Jill's and hung out with her fam. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmm, love that girl to death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love wakin up with her in my arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111866592767570121?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111866592767570121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111866592767570121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-date-ever.html' title='The Best Date Ever'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111843592716018128</id><published>2005-06-10T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:38:47.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hrmph</title><content type='html'>Life is boring yet fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life consists of sweating my ass off in a factory and spending time with the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need for speed underground 2, jedi outcast, naruto, bleach, and watching old OC episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been spending alot of time with the lady. It has been good! Lots of movies, margs, hugs and kisses of course :P  I love the time I get with her, even if it is limited due to our working schedules. But such is life, and such is responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I hate my job. I sweat from 4pm until 230am. I feel myself getting dumber daily. It is not normal for me to not use my brain for 10 hrs a day. If I turn my brain on, all I do is day dream about crazy shit. So I stare blankly and just work my ass off in order to occupy myself. I could never imagine why someone would do this for the rest of their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Jill and I are checkin out the football movie with Adam Sandler. Should be interesting. Tomorrow we may be hitting wonderland! weeeee. roller coasters and wave pools, slushies and funnel cakes, pizza and senior citizen killing heat. To be honest, the only reason I go to wonderland is for the hand holding and funnel cakes. hahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill, if you drag me on drop zone, you owe me a funnel cake. hahahahahahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn that ride *puke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching some star trek, awaiting house viewers....fuckin goddammit where am I going to live when I come to Ontario next summer LOL?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KK me done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111843592716018128?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111843592716018128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111843592716018128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/06/hrmph.html' title='hrmph'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111729359058600774</id><published>2005-05-28T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:19:50.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for Canux0r</title><content type='html'>It has abeen awhile, and I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is boring and I have nothing to write about really. Well let's see. I quit my drug selling job. I just could not deal with selling vicodin junkies drugs because there doctors wont prescribe them nemore. It ate at my conscience. No amount of money is worth feeling bad about yourself, so i quit. Now I am working at Teutech. I cannot believe I am working in a factory again, but meh. money is money :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am smokin ass. made rate on my second day. pissed off the chick running it on days. she came up and asked me not to go over rate cuz im new. bitch, i dunno if u think your looks r gonna get u places in life, but that isnt gonna work on me LOL. if they r gonna pay me extra at the end of the month if i beat rate, i am gonna beat rate and take the money. Stupid LAZY fuckin ppl LOL. I beat rate by an hours worth of work in my last shift. lol. go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw ep 3 for the second time last night with Jill and the Hippy. Fuckin stellar move. im almost done downloading the game for xbox :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jills fish died. poor thing. she was sad but not like retardedly sad which was good. last thing neone needs is another reason to be upset. Went for lunch with Jill and her fam for chinese yesterday. Good food, good company. Jills mom snaked the bill. I HAAAATE ppl paying for me so i bought her some beer, which she didnt want to accept LOL. it was funny. I figure food for beer is a sweet trade hahaha. 2 staples of everyones diet hahahahahaha. Jills parents are fuckin awesome. I never thought I'd ever say I love chillin with my gfs parents....LOL. How weird is that eh? but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the new SOAD album for the first time. seems fuckin solid as a whore on steroids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go paint ballin. lol. mmm shooting shit. random am i. Need hobby i do. fuckin download you stupid bitch game so i can play the shit out of you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what Jill and I are doing tonight. I honestly don't even care anymore as long as I'm just with her. I am getting old..... :P but I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;olay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111729359058600774?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111729359058600774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111729359058600774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-for-canux0r.html' title='This is for Canux0r'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111656576060442714</id><published>2005-05-20T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T01:09:20.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things in life just are not fair.....</title><content type='html'>OK. I am pissed off. How the fuck does a final mark of 83% turn into a fucking B final mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of bellcurving, but fuckin almost 10% down when only 5 ppl had a higher mark than me? WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF is this fucking BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my GPA have to suffer because some faggot prof wants to keep a nice level average? ALMOST TEN FUCKING PERCENT???? I GOT A FUCKIN 'A' GODDAMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT happy with Concordia at all right now. I swear to god, like profs do NOT give A's, EVEN WHEN YOU FUCKING EARN ONE. I AM GOING TO LOSE MY FUCKING MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry, but nearly a 10% drop is WRONG, UNJUST, AND JUST PLAIN FUCKIN CRUEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a prof post one mark on his site and then input your mark 2 grades below???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I settle for this? I busted my ass. I earned the A, and yet I don't recieve it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you expect students to apply themselves when after all their hard work profs just kick them in the nuts and break their spirit of attaining good grades????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like the unreachable 'A' in comp sci, even when you earn the fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not impressed, not one fucking bit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111656576060442714?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111656576060442714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111656576060442714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/some-things-in-life-just-are-not-fair.html' title='Some things in life just are not fair.....'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111619200502658722</id><published>2005-05-15T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T17:20:05.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My week</title><content type='html'>Well, I am boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life now consists of chillin with the wife, and selling drugs. Legal drugs...to Americans...who pay like 500 for a bottle of pills. Dumb Yankees. I'm not complaining as I make on average like $300US a day at my job. It rules. I thought I'd be doing coding but I have yet to do much of that other than answering a few Q's about dbase shit when my boss wasn't sure what to do. I want more coding, but the money makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been spending alot of time at the wife's. Chillin with her rents. watched the OC and The Notebook over there so far. The notebook was actually surprisingly good. I also fixed her comp. Damn her for using my 1337 skillz. Haha I'm just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to see how well our relationship is progressing. We have had our bad times, and we still do, but in the end it always ends up with her in my arms watching some chick flick/show. It's great. I love that girl with all my heart. I hope that it's her and I no matter what. It always ends up that way and hopefully this time it will never have to be any different. I don't think I could honestly love anyone else ever again. Having my heart touched by her kind of addicted it.&lt;br /&gt;She is like the window manager to my X windows. Can't have a GUI without it. K sorry, g33k joke, but Louis will understand. muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have but one interrupt service routine to my heart, and shes the only one who can call it.&lt;br /&gt;kk i promise that was the last geek joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, I am bored. My mom and sister are having a wedding shower for my sisters friend. Estrogen infested main floor, including a screaming baby. Fuck that noise, I've locked myself in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can;t wait until Jill gets off work. I'll take her to a movie or something. HHGTTG needs to be seen. Some of the chicks downstairs are sketchy. goddamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*runs and hides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skeet skeet muthafukka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111619200502658722?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111619200502658722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111619200502658722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-week.html' title='My week'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111586940947180057</id><published>2005-05-11T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T23:43:29.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/IM001054.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/IM001054.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karlos tasing his balls&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111586940947180057?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111586940947180057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111586940947180057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/karlos-tasing-his-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111585482578794432</id><published>2005-05-11T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:40:25.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/me.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/me.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drinky drinky&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111585482578794432?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111585482578794432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111585482578794432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/drinky-drinky.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111585465613761694</id><published>2005-05-11T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T19:37:36.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/IM0010343.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/IM0010343.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee jilly and me. Why are my cheeks so puffy LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111585465613761694?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111585465613761694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111585465613761694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/weee-jilly-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111569547824082100</id><published>2005-05-09T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:50:38.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been awhile since I posted last, but I have been too lazy to write. fark it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I hit Mohawk casino or i think thats what it was called, and brantford casino last week. Played some blackjack in bford. I love that Casino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some chillin with my girl, had a party. It was good. lot's of old school friends I hadn't seen in awhile. Saw the northies, some ppl from rez. It was a blast, except some things which annoyed Jill and I. Didn't get drunk at all. Had some interesting convos. prolly around 45 ppl showed up throughout the night. Not all at once tho. Everyone left so I cleaned up the bottles and whatnot. Nick, Elbows and I stayed up till like 630 chatting and whatnot. Finally got to bed at 7 only to be waen up at 1030. Damn you, dirty elbows!!! My mom made some hot breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the worst bday of my life. Realized that I can;t mix my gf and my friends as some ppl never grow up and accept my girl as my girl; an extension of me, not a stranger. Somebodies lover is an extension of themselves. People need to realize that or get lost. Got in an argument with nick, my best friend since grade 6, didn't see Jill as when she was done work I was seeing my dad. I knew I should have stayed home. It was just a creepy day that made me feel horrible and useless. It fucking sucked. I could'nt wait until the day ended!!! ICK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, today I had two job interviews. One at TeuTech, one in Missisauga at I can;t remember the name. something Con. Yea so I got the on in Mississauga, I'm sure I got the one at TeuTech, but now my mom is being a twat with her car. Maybe I have to move back to Sheridan res as it is right down the street......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, went to res, chilled with Jae, Rob, and Anat. Saw some others but they seemed busy or didnt care that I was around. Meh. It's funny how you can be so tight with people, leave, and when you visit they don't bother chillin with you at all. Especially the one you lived with. fucking kinda sucked alot....alot really. I guess Meff is dead.........guess losing friends is inevitable when you move away. I just didn;t think that was one I'd ever lose? Well it's not gone, just I feel like a stranger now in his eyes. fuckin shitty. Good thing elbows is the only 'sheridan' person who reads this,even tho she goes to WU. LOL. Long story for those of you who don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya. I got stuck in traffic for an hour and a half, bot my keys taken away. So, I may have to give up this job, or just postpone starting until I find a way there...maybe res...who knows yet man. Motherfucking shit. I am so pissed lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sleepy head isn't up, or she's out. Poor thing has been so stressed lately and so busy. I'll give her a good night to cheer her up on thurs/fri/sat/sun hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....anyone wanna cheer me up? hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111569547824082100?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111569547824082100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111569547824082100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111518366610907719</id><published>2005-05-04T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:14:26.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherfucking week of crazyness</title><content type='html'>*Saturday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote my final exam. Did pretty well. Louis, Steph, Chris, Nick, and I hit Mcgibbins. Had some sexual chicken wings and a Guiness. Played some foose. Almost got decapitated by Mel for not meeting her on the 8th. When Chris told me Guillaume left, I figured his woman would have followed him. My bad. Love you, Jew. Stop bringing it up damn you! muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked in the rain to Stephs, minus Nick. We had a grand ol time drinkin. Harley, his gf, Skrud and Gill showed up. Did some more drinking. Gill and I hit Sharx for some pool and another beer. Had b33r #17, then went to Picasso with Adam, his 'woman' and Gill. Dirty, dirty food. Then it was home time. got 1.5 hrs of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sunday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the train to Guelph. Long motherfucking ride! didn;t sleep much. maybe 30 mins. Lots of thinking. Switched in Tdot to Guelph. First thing I thought after I gave my mom a hug was, "Where the fuck are all the  buildings?" LOL. Fuckin noooooo tall buildings. So not used to it. Mom drove me to Nick's. Karlos, Kyke and George were there. had a few smokes. Called my sexy one. She shortly arrived. OMG sooo good to see her! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Had a good night. Jill got hammered. hahahaha soooo funny and blunt when she's drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Called Jill a cab and she left. Then Nick, Karl and I watched the latest naruto ep and the naruto movie. sooo fuckin good. Got 3 hrs of sleep on the fuckin floor. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Monday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up sore and chilled. Then to my house. chilled. Rob showed. Called Jill and we all chilled for a while. Jill LOVED my moms chicken parmigian. It was sexy. She wore jeans that like made me drool. *drool* She's so fuckin HOT and SMART. gah. &lt;3 You forget alot of these things when you are away for a long time. I love her heart and mind, not just her body. This happens when you spend years with a woman. Great feeling, I suggest everyone try it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Went to Rob's for a poker party. b33r, poker, burgers, chips, with Rob, Jae, Karlos, Lisa, Anat, and some other dude. cool guy, cant remember his name. Won $30 from poker! Had some good talks and lots of beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tuesday*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was odd. very off. Went to a weight equipment store, comp store, future shop(I've decided to buy an xbox with any bday money I get. Fuckin free games and shit on it. turn the slut into a fuckin pc. more on that later), some awesome breakfast in robs old neighbourhood. We the  picked up Anat from the Israeli embassy. don't ask. fuckin jews teeheehee. Then it was off to Mohawk! Hit some slots. Then we decided to go to Brantford for blackjack and hold'em. Had a good hour of playing. Then we headed back to Guelph. Rob dropped Karl and I off and we then chilled at my house and did like nothing. Karl passed out. Later we picked up nick, hit the mall so karlos could get a CD. Hit my sisters. watched some south park. She was dying her friends hair. Saw Grant! We then left, dropped karl off, dropped Nick off at the manor, got some gas, and drove around town for an hour. Memory lane. Came home and Nick msgd me. He came by. Had a smoke, came in and watched some TV. The lazy shit is sleeping right next to me on the couch. I should do something mean to him, but its nick, best friend since grade 6. Impossible to be malicious to him, obviously!. he is lucky i love him, or id make him pee his pants or draw a dick on him. he has to work at 7. I'm going to wake him up now and send him home to get a good nights sleep. I love that fuckin hippy nigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my ConU peeps. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed for me!!!! Or just alot of g4ming, as I have done none in months. Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111518366610907719?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111518366610907719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111518366610907719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/motherfucking-week-of-crazyness.html' title='Motherfucking week of crazyness'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111504242728984445</id><published>2005-05-02T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:00:27.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ick</title><content type='html'>I have a massive post to write regarding my last night in Montreal and my first night in Guelph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am far too lazy as 4 hrs of sleep on a floor last night, and 2 hrs the night b4 makes me a lazy boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will write this massive post later, but I will say that I saw Jill last night for the first time since october. MM I love that girl. Even more beautiful than I remembered, and just as drunk bwahaha. She funny when she drunk. kk im too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will replace this with a real post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111504242728984445?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111504242728984445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111504242728984445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/05/ick.html' title='Ick'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111483207986321803</id><published>2005-04-29T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T23:34:39.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>Today was a much better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier on was rough but shit seems good now. Thank god for that. Studied all day. Was fun. I'm going to miss it, but I know I will find something new to dedicate my time to. Maybe Ruby on Rails, php, brush up on my C++, or maybe even my Japanese!! weee so much free time will rule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on Sunday for Ontario. I am going to miss my Montreal peeps, but we always have Skrud.net and MSN. Tomorrow is my last night here. Partying at Reggies and then moving it to Steph's place. Should be a fun night! A farewell drink fest. MMM liquor. Last exam tomorrow! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired. Today was a long one. emotionally and mentally. Lots of Java.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to see my girl, Nick, Ogre, Jae, Bows, Jeff, all those niggers who I am too lazy to type past the first ones to come to mind. Don't flame me, fuckers LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to live without my ConU jews? Im going to miss Mel, Skrud, Gill and Josh. Not to mention Louis, Danny, Shant, Mike, Kevin, Chris, Steph and the rest of the usual reggies whores. As I said before, don't flame me as I am too tired to type ur name if i missed you. I still love you tho., whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BDAY IS COMING SOON!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. No PC for months. All I am going to have is my laptop!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am le tired. I'm gonna have a nap and then fire Z missiles. Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111483207986321803?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111483207986321803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111483207986321803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111474633052195944</id><published>2005-04-28T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T23:45:30.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Laundry</title><content type='html'>I do not understand. I never will. How can I give my all and be left standing alone, beaten, and bruised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you give everything and be left with nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I deserve this.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111474633052195944?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111474633052195944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111474633052195944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/dirty-laundry.html' title='Dirty Laundry'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111449443044692717</id><published>2005-04-26T01:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T01:47:10.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lennoxville and Bishops University</title><content type='html'>Today was fucking amazing. Gill picked me up and it was off to Lennoxville and Bishops University. Gill got accepted there for music. He was in Engineering at Concordia but found that it was not his calling. It is commendable to follow your dreams when you know that your life path is not meant for the direction that you are headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Gill picked me up at 10. Saw a fuckin death pit at the gas station that we hit before we left. Lennoxville is East of Montreal and the scenery is fucking gorgeous on the way down. It was a good drive down. Two hours of drivnig listening to some bob seger. When we arrived at Lennoxville the first thing I saw was a dirt river. fucking boonies man lol. Then we got to Bishops. Nice little campus. Fucking impressive shit for 2000 students. We went to rez to see his buddy Ed and his gf. Cool fuckers. Hit some shitass place for breakkie. Ended up making Gill feel like shit all day. We drove around so that Gill could get a feel for where roads are and what is within walking distance to the school. We then went to Sherbrooke. mmm pawn shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the greatest pawn shop ever. They had fucking everything. like 50 guitars. Gill is Guitarded, meaning he is a guitarhead. He is taking Jazz guitaring at bishops which he will totally fuckin love. Hit a few more stores. One sold warhammer. I surprisingly didnt buy anythin there hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then off to Bishop's again to hear his friends jam. I, Matt Nudo, picked up drum sticks today for the first time in over a year. I can;t believe I can still play. Gill said I am fuckin awesome and wants to start up a band with Skrud. I need to practice as I am NOWHERE near as good as I once was. I give it a month of playing and I will be there again. I can;t fucking wait to jam with ppl. It felt SOOO fucking good to get back on a kit. It was like home man. I fucking miss it sooo much omfg. As soon as I get back to guelph I am httin up my kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we went to the sports complex so Gill could see about getting a job. He has his personal training license. Fuckin gym doesn't have personal trainers though, which sucks. He's going to apply for the desk. That would be great for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then came back to Montreal. "You know you are in bad company when..." hahahaha line of the day. fucking awesome, perverse, sick mind of mine. Listened to some symphony x on the way home. Then we passed by his house. His mom is soo old school European. Fuckin awesome man. His little dog hated me hahahaha. Then it was off to Kelsey's for Raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raw was awesome. Had a b33r and some nachos. Gill, Skrud, Phrook, Ya'el, and the other wrestling marks showed up. Fucking helarious convos. The b33r fairy there r0x0rz. Fuckin cool as shit. Good convos. Jurassic Pork. Don;t ask hahahaha. Awesome, awesome convos, slapping, b33r drinking(only one), and smoking. Perverse convos man LMAO. Then it was off to Skrud's. Listened to some sick tunes. MMM rush. Played with Poopy(his cat), and layed on his comfy ass bed. Skrud's room is the ideal comp sci majors room hahahaha. reminds me of mine in Guelph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now home and tired as fuck. night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111449443044692717?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111449443044692717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111449443044692717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/lennoxville-and-bishops-university.html' title='Lennoxville and Bishops University'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111440766040282461</id><published>2005-04-25T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T01:41:00.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrowind</title><content type='html'>Morrowind is still a fuckin stellar game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a boring day. Did nothing but chill around and waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a bunch of awesome weapons in morrowind. Man, beating that game is impossible. I have prolly put in 100 hrs into that game and I still am nowhere near to beating it. The world is HUGE and there is a million side quests and factions/guilds to join. The new Elder Scrolls game, oblivion, is coming out. The screenshots looks fucking INCREDIBLE. Best looking game ever. If it is anywhere as good as Morrowind, I will have zero life for months. MMM Oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going on a roadtrip with Gill. No clue what we are doing. Gill eats babies, so it should be a fun day. I won't be around at all as we are having our roadtrip and then going to Kelsey's for Raw and Nachos. Phrook, Ya'el, and Skrud better show. Mel and Guillaume may show. They better or Mel is getting a butt whoopin hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee 2am and I should be sleeping as we leave at 10. night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111440766040282461?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111440766040282461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111440766040282461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/morrowind.html' title='Morrowind'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111434785902059783</id><published>2005-04-24T09:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T09:04:19.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post</title><content type='html'>Ever fall asleep to Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do it sometime and you will have dreams to drive yourself mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111434785902059783?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111434785902059783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111434785902059783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/quick-post.html' title='Quick post'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111431613818082762</id><published>2005-04-23T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T00:15:38.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Above me</title><content type='html'>Today was odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up 20 gigs on my C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installed Pro SP2. Thanks #2 hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did nothing really. Talked to mike about music. Listening to one of his riffs. I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to start a band. mmmm yes. This summer I shall practice and begtin anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter, oh so bitter right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a useless day this was. I am going to study tomorrow as it keeps me from driving myself mad with boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111431613818082762?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111431613818082762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111431613818082762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/above-me.html' title='Above me'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111425136495824042</id><published>2005-04-23T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T06:16:04.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/ti83.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/ti83.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sw33t, l337 calculatrice&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111425136495824042?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111425136495824042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111425136495824042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/sw33t-l337-calculatrice.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111425111680382563</id><published>2005-04-23T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T06:11:56.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggs and Prosciutto. mmm</title><content type='html'>It is 0601 and I just finished making myself scrambled aggs and prosciutto. MMMMM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up around 0430. I passed out around 2000 last night. It was funny, I'd wake up when someone msgd me. Jill did, we talked for like 10 minutes and then I passed right back out. Well, actually, I was sleeping in between msgs from her lol. How good of a bf am I? hahaha sleep with the lappy next to your head so u can hear when ur gf comes on and itll wake u up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was an odd one. 3 hours of sl33p. Passed out at 0900  after watching the new ep of the OC, which was whack btw,  and woke up at 1200 by shant. I told him to wake me up so I could help him with Cal1. Figured if I was going to be lazy and not study for my shit, I may as well help someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we get to Loyola and some random black dude comes up to me and asks, "Do you have an exam?" I say no not until the 30th. Then he asked if I had a scientific calculator. I said yes. He says he will trade me his TI-83 graphic calculator for mine because he can;t use the grapic one in the exam. He said he would meet me in the caf to trade back when he was done. I was like score, I get to fuck arund with a graphic calculator for a while!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, Shant and I head to the caf. He knows his shit pretty well so he sat there doing his cal and I sat there bored reading my java text and fucking around with the TI-83. Ate a dirty shit burger, ew ew ew, not worth 7 dollars u fucking ripoff whores. So yea, the dude never comes to get his calculator, so now I have a graphic calculator. I figured a 20 dollar calculator was worth a 160 dollar graphic one. I'll go buy another shitty one for exams LOL. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, I can write fucking ASSEMBLER PROGRAMS on this calculator. How motherfucking pimp is that shit?? It solves matrices and takes derives and integrals. Oh baby, where have you been all my life. I....yup.....I got w00d.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111425111680382563?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111425111680382563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111425111680382563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/eggs-and-prosciutto-mmm.html' title='Eggs and Prosciutto. mmm'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111418997921551413</id><published>2005-04-22T13:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:12:59.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Face 2 Face</title><content type='html'>Weeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my hard exams are done. Prelude to Summer? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did another 5 hours of studying with Shant and Mike. Man, my studying habits are paying off. Like a slut. That exam got barebacked. Hard. Long. and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have left now is COMP248 on the 30th. I wish I didn't have to wait as that class is a fucking JOKE. Oh well. Hopefully an A+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when Shant, Mike and I finished our exams it was time to drink. We chugged a b33r at the atwater metro, then Shant left to study for his exam which he has tomorrow, which I am leaving now to help him study for actually (cal1). Mike and I hit Reggies. I pulled out the Bottle of Tequila that I have been saving. He brought lemons and salt and shot glasses. hehehe. We has a grand ol time in our booth of d00m. Polished off the bottle, went to his house and he played his guitar for awhile. It is time to start a band back up when my mom moves down. I serioiusly have 7 guitarists who want to jam with me because. Guess drummers are hard to find. Anywayz, Mike and I are gonna jam for sure. After the guitar we hit Sharx. NICE NICE NIICE pool hall. fucking classiest pool hall ever. Had a few more pints. Definately feelin it after the tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked a J which was sexy as it has been forever! Mike is the fucking shit dude. Seriously, fuckin awesome guy. Had some good talks, which I kinda sucked for because you know how I am not used to being stoned. I wish I was level headed for those convos so I actually coulds had done something more than giggle like an idiot. HAHAHAHA. I am a funny one when I'm baked. Biggest pushover ever. I prolly shouldnt have smoked but it was fuckin fun man. Stayed up there till 6, Mike passed out. The pooner hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the train, took the first one of the day. came home, made pancakes and cappicolla. Watched the episode of the OC, which I downloaded within minutes BTW. Fuckin downloading at 2.5 Mb/s!!! I havn't seen that since reznet! Motherfucking quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 1230 to shant calling. Got Jill's message. I miss her....We havn't talked in a few days. Exams for her, exams for me, then her being home with the familia. Makes for awkward schedules. I really love that girl....I am counting down the days until I could hold that girl in my arms. Babe, don;t be surprised iof you are taken aback when I don;t let go for awhile when I see you. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111418997921551413?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111418997921551413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111418997921551413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/face-2-face.html' title='Face 2 Face'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111405560749702309</id><published>2005-04-20T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:53:27.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get your freak on standing tall</title><content type='html'>Yet another day of studying. hhmm common occurence? I chink so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was sw33t. Saw Shant for the first time in like 2 months. It was nice to study with him, Mike, and Sofie. The Math204 quartet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel bugged the shit out of me once again to hit the 8th floor. I feel sooo bad for never going up, but I haaad to study with these guys as they are in my class. Her and Guillaume(her bf) are always on the 8th. I told her to make up for always dithcing them off that I will come and spend all of friday with them on the 8th. It'll give me time to study for 248 as well, which I don;t even need to study for as it is going to be a fucking joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite content. I have finally caught up on all the math background which I never recieved in high school nor at Sheridan. Fuck man, they weren;t kidding when they said college math is nothing like Uni math. It's odd tho, because in Quebec, CEGEP math IS Uni math.  Early Uni math. To give you an example, cal2 is done in cegep here, as cegep is the equiv of the first year of uni in ontario. Fuckered, but cool. So yea, CEGEP is straight up Uni prep, whereas College in Ontario is more like set you up to work in a field without. Only difference is, College in Ontario is nowhere near as academic in nature as GECEP here. College in Ont, they teach you how to be able to do shit out of college, practical. Here, CEGEP teaches theory for UNI prep. So in the end, in ontario teaches you to do somehting out of college, and here they load up the theory. I love the way the education works here. I love University, even thought I miss how easy I had it at Sheridan. I think the math and depth is really the only difference, but oh boy is it a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Naruto tonight!. Staying up to start downloadnig it so that I can watch it in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking love trance. I found a new fav death metal band too!!! Dark Tranquility. FUCKING STELLAR SHIT. Wow, from floyd and the beatles to trance and death metal. My tastes are shifty to say the least. I love it all though, only thing is you NEED a change of tunes every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havn;t written an entry this long in forever. I am sooo looking forward to tomorrow night. Mike and I are getting shittered. The end of my hard finals. I have my easy one on the 30th. I'm going to rape it good and hard. A week and a few days to study for a cinchy java class. MMM. I love how I am such a good programmer, but my math skills suck. Well, they did suck as I havn't taken a REAL math course in years. Sheridan math was a joke. I am all caught up now! Finally I am no longer behind with my math skills, well, taking for granted I pass both of my math exams which I'm sure I did/will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now going for a smoke. Cmon Dattebayo, finish you sub of ep 131 quick so I can sl33p!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111405560749702309?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111405560749702309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111405560749702309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/get-your-freak-on-standing-tall.html' title='Get your freak on standing tall'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111397185943822966</id><published>2005-04-20T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:37:39.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy</title><content type='html'>I cannot wait to see it. Downloaded a HGTTG skin for winamp, it is sexxxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studied math204 all day. I foresee go results on my final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parallelopipeds are whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take the vector of you ass and project it like a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say as all I did today was study with Mike and Sofie. Yet another day tomorrow, this time Shant is coming! havn;t seen him in forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night y'all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111397185943822966?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111397185943822966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111397185943822966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/hitchikers-guide-to-galaxy.html' title='Hitchiker&apos;s Guide to the Galaxy'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111396684520714709</id><published>2005-04-19T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T23:14:05.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/hahahahahaha.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/hahahahahaha.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harem no jutsu squared&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111396684520714709?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111396684520714709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111396684520714709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/harem-no-jutsu-squared.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111388811269101713</id><published>2005-04-19T01:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:21:52.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace me</title><content type='html'>OK so today was rather boring. got up at 9, made eggs and ham, studied. Didn;t go hardcore as I knew this exam would be a joke. Man, Fuckin arts students have it easy. These English courses are a fucking joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I raped my exam up the ass after I rubbed sand on my pecker. It bled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam I hit reggies with Anthony and Doug, my professor. had a few b33rs and had a good laugh. Fuckin awesome random convos ranging from monty python to thesis'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told me about how big of drunks newfies are as he is one ahahahaha. Fuckin awesome. I'm semi buzzed and happy I am 3/5tths done my exams. You should have seen his face when I told him I was 20. He was like, "wow, I am old". It's funny how people think I am older than I am. Maybe I should shave my gotee and look 18 again haha. No, can;t do that! need to look older! Until I am old, then the sumbitch comes off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don;t even remember what I look like without it. Jill hates it. Maybe she will give me some incentive to shave it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny Corsi is a poo Cabbage. Just thought I'd let you all know that. Fuckin wop LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is 204 day. I will rape that exam. night yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of JaeYoungPark, "EZ"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111388811269101713?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111388811269101713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111388811269101713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/embrace-me.html' title='Embrace me'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111380149207157808</id><published>2005-04-18T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T01:22:33.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord</title><content type='html'>I am sick of studying. Thurday night I am getting fucking ripped like never before. I will lay the smaketh down on the proverbial ass of this slut of a city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain and eyes hurt from fucknig math theorums and fucking gah everythjing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate everyone who is not taking 5 courses per sem LOL. LAZY BASTARDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to ONtario so bad. No, not because I dislike Montreal, I just miss seeing alot of my friends. I wish I had a city that was my own in which all my peeps lived. That would be awesome. I can't wait to see the fucknig ogre, the fuckin korean rice cake kigga whore shit gimme half monies, the dirty assed hippy, my ressies, and my northies. The only thing keeping my sane is the thought of seeing my ppl. I CANT wait to see Jill. I have not laid eyes on her since October for fuck sakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday should be interesting. Jill, the northies, my sister. hmmm..... I'm sure a few rez ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just deleted a few paragraphs of shit as it would piss ppl off. this is the censored version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;brainfull.length c="" bangheadonwall="" sl33p=""&gt;&lt;/brainfull.length&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111380149207157808?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111380149207157808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111380149207157808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/ive-heard-there-was-secret-chord-that.html' title='I&apos;ve heard there was a secret chord that David played and it pleased the lord'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111375046633391285</id><published>2005-04-17T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:07:46.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Cyb.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Cyb.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm poo cabbage&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111375046633391285?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111375046633391285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111375046633391285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/mmm-poo-cabbage.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111368850984937539</id><published>2005-04-16T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:55:09.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been awhile.</title><content type='html'>Well, it has been awhile, buuut, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam studies have been fucking rediculous.  REDICULOUS. I remember saying in College, "I want to go to University and struggle to get a B as opposed to getting easy A's", hahahaha. I'm starting to realize not only do you have to struggle, but you have to drive yourself mad and do nothing but study for 10-13 hrs a day and even then I don;t know how I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 7 days I studied for approx 70 hrs. Not including the week before. I am dead. My brain is dead, and the best part is that I have to start studying for my other exams as my next one is on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, a mere 2 weeks until I am home chillin with my girl. Can't wait for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, big news in my life, Cal is done, and Amr Time(comp228) is done. Amr is the name of our prof. Stupid whore egyption bastard. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCS282 is on monday. Shouldnt be too bad. Wow I am too lazy to write about anything that has happened in the last 3 days, wait, all I did was study. I am teh suck!!11!1!oneone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111368850984937539?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111368850984937539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111368850984937539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-has-been-awhile.html' title='It has been awhile.'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111345532155694614</id><published>2005-04-14T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T01:08:41.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking shit whore</title><content type='html'>Mother fucking MyConcordia piece of fucking dirty ass booger shit faced ass slutting cunt ass bitch craka hoe fuckin a dirty malaysian bone dick in the middle of winter with corn on the cob and white rice on the side shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I have not registered for my classes, yet, for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm representing with comp238,comp346,phys204,checm205,and emat213 in the fall and comp327,comp239,comp249, phys205, and emat233 in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hella hard assed lookin shit if you ask me. Thinkin of switching into Soft Eng. Can you tell? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind having an iron ring on my finger. I kinda like having no life.  Makes me feel good to be a g33k.  Since I am like 700 Kms from my gf, I may as well keep myself busy hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I studied from fuckin 10am-11pm. ick Comp228 sucks. I think I am going to do well on ym exams though, just have to keep pluggin away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sl33p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111345532155694614?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111345532155694614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111345532155694614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/fucking-shit-whore.html' title='Fucking shit whore'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111336367192964819</id><published>2005-04-12T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:41:11.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of the Grave</title><content type='html'>Well, what an eventfully uneventful couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hit up the 8th floor and did some dirty studying for COMP228. Prepared for my quiz a bit, and then went to ENCS282. got some good review. That exam should be easy. I hope so anyway, as I am only setting aside one day to study for it as my Maths will need more time dedicated to them.  Hit Amr time and raped his test. Then I went home and did fucking nothing. It was great. I need that. Around 9 Josh picked me up and we hit Kelsey's for Raw. Decent show. Had some dirty greasy nachos. mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I studied cal. ALL day. Hit Reggies and studied with Ian. I seriously hate math, but I love it. There is just more to memorize than humanly fathomable. Anywayz, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shisha makes Matty tired. It tastes sooooo good though! Shisha AKA Hookah. Depending on what brown country you are from. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is another 228 day. God exam time sucks teh bag!!11!!11oneone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t minus 20 days till Ontario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111336367192964819?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111336367192964819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111336367192964819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/children-of-grave.html' title='Children of the Grave'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111319069904822088</id><published>2005-04-10T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:40:07.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatchya Wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers?</title><content type='html'>MMM yet another day studying. 10 hrs of studying today. Gah. I have assembler, cache performance analysis, programmed I/o, Interrupt I/O, DMA, bussing, and addressing modes coming out of my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather boring. Tomorrow I am meeting up with Danny to do some studying before out test. Fuckin Jae is leaving Canada for the summer. Fucking rice cake Korean whore. Jill invited me to go onm vacation with her family. Omg thatd be so much fun. Out in some tropical place with my girl, drinkin, dancin, swimming. weeee. Only hitch is I have a job waiting for me in Guelph. So it is pretty much take the job, or the vacation. I will make a decision as I find out more info, but obviously I WANNA GO WITH HER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days down as an official couple. lol. pales in comparison to the two years we dated previously haha. I love that girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now time for me to pay homage to the l33test song ever. Here it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird Al Yankovic - It's all about the Penitums baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, baby&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, uh-huh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, uh-huh, yeah&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What y'all wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers&lt;br /&gt;Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?&lt;br /&gt;9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?&lt;br /&gt;Workin' at a desk with a dumb little placard?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, payin' the bills with my mad programming skills&lt;br /&gt;Defraggin' my hard drive for thrills&lt;br /&gt;I got me a hundred gigabytes of RAM&lt;br /&gt;I never feed trolls and I don't read spam&lt;br /&gt;Installed a T1 line in my house&lt;br /&gt;Always at my PC, double-clickin' on my mizouse&lt;br /&gt;Upgrade my system at least twice a day&lt;br /&gt;I'm strictly plug-and-play, I ain't afraid of Y2K&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with Bill Gates, I call him Money for short&lt;br /&gt;I phone him up at home and I make him do my tech support&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums, what?&lt;br /&gt;You gotta be the dumbest newbie I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;You've got white-out all over your screen&lt;br /&gt;You think your Commodore 64 is really neato&lt;br /&gt;What kinda chip you got in there, a Dorito?&lt;br /&gt;You're usin' a 286? Don't make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Your Windows boots up in what, a day and a half?&lt;br /&gt;You could back up your whole hard drive on a floppy diskette&lt;br /&gt;You're the biggest joke on the Internet&lt;br /&gt;Your database is a disaster&lt;br /&gt;You're waxin' your modem, tryin' to make it go faster&lt;br /&gt;Hey fella, I bet you're still livin' in your parents' cellar&lt;br /&gt;Downloadin' pictures of Sarah Michelle Gellar&lt;br /&gt;And postin' "Me too!" like some brain-dead AOL-er&lt;br /&gt;I should do the world a favor and cap you like Old Yeller&lt;br /&gt;You're just about as useless as jpegs to Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What y'all wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers&lt;br /&gt;Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?&lt;br /&gt;9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, loggin' in now&lt;br /&gt;Wanna run wit my crew, hah?&lt;br /&gt;Rule cyberspace and crunch numbers like I do?&lt;br /&gt;They call me the king of the spreadsheets&lt;br /&gt;Got'em all printed out on my bedsheets&lt;br /&gt;My new computer's got the clocks, it rocks&lt;br /&gt;But it was obsolete before I opened the box&lt;br /&gt;You say you've had your desktop for over a week?&lt;br /&gt;Throw that junk away, man, it's an antique!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your laptop is a month old? Well, that's great&lt;br /&gt;If you could use a nice, heavy paperweight&lt;br /&gt;My digital media is write-protected&lt;br /&gt;Every file inspected, no viruses detected&lt;br /&gt;I beta tested every operating system&lt;br /&gt;Gave props to some, and others? I dissed'em&lt;br /&gt;While your computer's crashin', mine's multitaskin'&lt;br /&gt;It does all my work without me even askin'&lt;br /&gt;Got a flat-screen monitor, 40" wide&lt;br /&gt;I believe that yours says, "Etch-A-Sketch" on the side&lt;br /&gt;In a 32-bit world, you're a 2-bit user&lt;br /&gt;You've got your own newsgroup, alt.total-loser&lt;br /&gt;Your motherboard melts when you try to send a fax&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you get your CPU, in a box of Cracker Jacks?&lt;br /&gt;Play me online? Well, you know that I'll beat you&lt;br /&gt;If I ever meet you I'll control-alt-delete you&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the Pentiums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What y'all wanna do?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers&lt;br /&gt;Wastin' time with all the chatroom yakkers?&lt;br /&gt;9 to 5, chillin' at Hewlett Packard?&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111319069904822088?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111319069904822088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111319069904822088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/whatchya-wanna-do-wanna-be-hackers.html' title='Whatchya Wanna do? Wanna be hackers? Code crackers? Slackers?'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111310290298255000</id><published>2005-04-09T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:15:02.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/IM0010321.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/IM0010321.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jinx sticker, lappy, $200 Sony 'phones, calculus notes scattered on the floor, original Star Wars Pillow from the 70's, Bawls. l33t computer scientist&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111310290298255000?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111310290298255000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111310290298255000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/jinx-sticker-lappy-200-sony-phones_09.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111307390056209981</id><published>2005-04-09T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:11:40.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My unhappy exam face</title><content type='html'>Below is the face of a disgruntled human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the red, beaty eyes, the dirty, unkempt hair, the thousand yard stare, the Sheridan shirt signifying that I miss not having to hurt my brain studying in order to get straight A's . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man now hates calculus, and all things math related. MacLauren is a fucking cocksucker and his, and Taylor's Series can each lick my ass. Fuck your integration of gay functions. I don't care about your trig integration/substitution, I wish every question was of the form (1/whatever) so that I could simply put your integral as (ln(whatever)). Fuck Concordia's math dept for this course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank the academy. Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111307390056209981?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111307390056209981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111307390056209981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-unhappy-exam-face.html' title='My unhappy exam face'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111307355016847520</id><published>2005-04-09T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:05:50.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/IM001030.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/IM001030.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unhappy 3x4m study face&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111307355016847520?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111307355016847520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111307355016847520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/unhappy-3x4m-study-face.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111302670653560989</id><published>2005-04-09T02:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T02:05:06.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Intolerance</title><content type='html'>Class sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying sucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magic b33r +1, good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I drank like a whore at the last lizard lounge of this sem. No drinking for me till Guelph now. Had an OK time at Reggies and then Skrud, Saucersome, Mel, Stephanie, Mike and I headed to Stephanie's.  Had a sw33t time. Interesting conversations! Chris(Saucersome) and Stephanie are so cute. Makes me miss my Jilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long story short, got hammered with some good buddies, had alot of laughs, and now I am dead tired. The next 2 weeks will be spent studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death begins (not swing dick bitch, but acxtual death) HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111302670653560989?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111302670653560989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111302670653560989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/intolerance.html' title='Intolerance'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111299728394839520</id><published>2005-04-08T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T17:54:43.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my girlfriend</title><content type='html'>i'd just like to make it clear that I love my girlfriend Jill with all I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the most amazing woman ever. She is smart, sexy, has an awesome view of life, is strong, and applies herself 100% to everything she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that she and I are back together that words don;t even describe it! I cannot wait to spend my summer with her. I can't wait to see her, and I can't wait to hold her while we watch her gay chick flicks hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that I love you babe, and I am looking forward to my future with you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 8th is a good day. ;) Many celebrations will commence on this day in the years to come&lt;br /&gt;*kiss*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111299728394839520?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111299728394839520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111299728394839520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-love-my-girlfriend.html' title='I love my girlfriend'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111292789948070823</id><published>2005-04-07T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:38:19.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/IM001029.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/IM001029.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 1337 new shirt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111292789948070823?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111292789948070823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111292789948070823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-1337-new-shirt.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111292722074492516</id><published>2005-04-07T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T22:27:00.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You feel like heaven to touch.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was filled with class and random programming moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 3am finishing a program for 248.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After My three classes, we chilled in the sun for an hour and a bit. fucking BEAUTIFUL OUT.&lt;br /&gt;Today it rained like a whore. Studied 204 with Mike, then some cal. went to cal. I'm feelin good about that exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, two insane days summarized to seem like nothing. Ick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on another note, my sister is a bitch. I will not talk to her until she quits her random flaming of Jill on my blog. I kinda really fucking snapped on her on MSN, like REALLY snapped. I am just so intolorent of people's tactless behaviour. If you are a fucking ADULT act like it. GGRRRR why the fuck do people think they can just throw their opinions out there? Like what the fuck does it matter what your opinion is??? I think how I think, and nothing anyone else can say will change it. I'm smart, I know how to make decisions. There's nothing you can say that I havn't already thought of. GGRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am relaxing. Talkin to Jill. Didn;t talk to her today b4 so it;s nice!&lt;br /&gt;Relaxing chattin away, listening to tunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog wars rule!!!! All I have to say is stop your bitching ya naggres. Kiss and make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY SHIRTS BABY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pic is above. tomorrow ill post a pic of the other shirt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class at 845 tomorrow, then studyin, then 204.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111292722074492516?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111292722074492516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111292722074492516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-feel-like-heaven-to-touch.html' title='You feel like heaven to touch.'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111278682505699794</id><published>2005-04-06T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T07:27:05.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/arn.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/arn.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahaha&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111278682505699794?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111278682505699794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111278682505699794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/hahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111276121407374374</id><published>2005-04-06T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T00:20:14.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa numa ei</title><content type='html'>mai a hee,, mai a hoo, mai a ha, mai a haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello all. MY day was boring, as will be this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus and comp228 studying =  shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked to Jill on the phone for an hour and a half *thumbs up* I love that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Nick. I miss that fucking hippy snake shit cock smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit 900 posts on the forum!!! go skrud.net!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamned class at 845 tomorrow. ick. fuck. whore. shit. slut. cock. ass. balls. sl3333p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111276121407374374?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111276121407374374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111276121407374374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/numa-numa-ei.html' title='Numa numa ei'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111268331624788273</id><published>2005-04-05T02:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T02:41:56.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another night of Skrudness</title><content type='html'>I did my presentation prep an hour before my prep for ENCS282. I can do that because as you all know I 1) love to talk 2) am a dork and 3) know my shit when it comes to networking. The presentation went really well. Chatted with Prof. Rideout for a bit about random crap. It was funny, whenever someone finished a presentation, instead of asking them a question he would ask me and I'd answer it hahaha. Fuckin helarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was Amr time. Dr. Youssef is a fuckin cocksucking tool. I cannot understand him and cannot listen to him. I was pulling my hair out in class as I had NO FUCKIN CLUE as to what he was talking about. Within an hour after class Louis, Danny, Chris and I did the assignment and understood completely what he was trying to explain. The fucking tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit home, chatted for a bit, hacked away at my java program, studied some COMP228 and chatted with Jill. I was looking forward to talkin to her on the phone tongiht, but her line was busy. We were both dissapointed. What can you expect when 3 girls live together hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Gill picked me up at 2320 to go to Kelseys to watch Raw. Solid event. Stone cold is fuckin helarious. Had a beer and some nachos. No drunkeness like last night. Has some good laughs with Josh, Gill, Ja'el(Her hebrew name which I can never remember), and Skrud himself. Cool beer fairy at Kelsey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall sleep before a day of pure homework and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111268331624788273?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111268331624788273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111268331624788273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-night-of-skrudness.html' title='Another night of Skrudness'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111259303717873716</id><published>2005-04-04T01:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T01:37:17.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm drunk. Had a good night at Jillies with the skruddy bosya and gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I did calculus all day. Today I studied matrix alg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jillies and watched wrestlemania 21.; Fuckin been sooo long since I've watched wrestling. Phrook, Skrud and Gill are true wrestling marks. Chris, his gf, Mel and I played some foose. I raped ass until I started sackin myself because I didn't wanna butt check some old asian dude. Long story, not gonna type it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event we had a few more pitchers. We cheer'sed to like everything imaginable so we could drink more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I came to a realization as well. A big one. No further elaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111259303717873716?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111259303717873716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111259303717873716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111241775354255028</id><published>2005-04-01T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:55:53.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/billgates02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/billgates02.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexiest guy 41iv3&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111241775354255028?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111241775354255028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111241775354255028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/sexiest-guy-41iv3.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111241678399721307</id><published>2005-04-01T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:39:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Friday of Doom</title><content type='html'>Wow, I fucking raped my COMP248 test today. 10% in my pocket for sure. I am a java master, reconize foo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I ended up chillin with Skrud and Louis on the street for awhile chattin it up. We then went for the worst coffee ever. You see, Skrud is like our big poppa. He is a 1337 coding master of d00mz0r. I will one day be as good as him, hopefully. He will be CCSS prez next year. So yea, the three of us were on our laptops drinking coffee doing random geeky shit in star bucks. Having 1337 convos on Mac's new OS. A modded BSD framework apparently. Didn't know that. Fuckin 1337. Skrud wants his powerbook. It is sexy. Mac's are OK now btw, since any half assed UNIX junkie will be slutted in heaven. Only bad part? no right clicking hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Louis handed off CV's(Resume's, yea I don;t know why the are called CV's either. Fucking Quebecers), and one korean bitch had the nerve to say, "We don't hire Canadian's. My father only hires Koreans because we speak the same language". WTF!! If it was a Korean restaurant thatd be fine, but it was a fucking INTERNET CAFE/LAN PARTY PLACE. YOUR IN CANADA YOU FUCKING CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we hit the army recruiting station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that because of my vision and the education I'll have, comp sci degree, I am eligible to be a fucking pilot and make $105,000 to start AND a fucking $40,000 signing bonus. WHAT THE MOTHERFUCK. I love being a geek with good eye sight. Haha, who knows, maybe it'll happen. BTW Jill, they pay for your law school and all your education off if you sign up ;)&lt;br /&gt;keep that in mind hahahaha. oh ya, and a sick salary for lawyers too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was off to Reggies, it's friday, remember. Chilled on the laptop with Louis, then Sofie showed up and we did hw. All I have to say is zero people skills. Finished the math204 ass, and began to drink, again. Free jello shooters = me feeling sick. Didn't puke, but man, a fuckin guy like me who is used to beer eating that fuckin sweet shit made me feel like crap. Fucking gross. Yea so I have 9 jello shooters, oh yea, these werent shots, they were half of a fucking beer cup of jello and vodka. I had 9 of these monstrocities, and 3 beers. Then it was off to class.....Yea I dont know how I made it either. Eiganvalues and eigan vectors are my bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I hit reggies again for a few more beers. Fuckin played fooseball for 2.5 hours and only spent a dollar. Yea, GuitarAwesome(Chris' handle on Skrud.net) and I are awesome. We owned the whole fucking bar for almost 3 hrs. I had to catch my train so I gave my spot to Louis. He better have kept the streak up. HAHAHA. YOU BETTER OF 1337 m4573r d00m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am at home and bored off of my ass. I want more liquor. wait, I have tequila. No, baaaad Matthew...Bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111241678399721307?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111241678399721307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111241678399721307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-friday-of-doom.html' title='Another Friday of Doom'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111232672049569108</id><published>2005-03-31T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:38:40.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/IM000434.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/IM000434.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hippies!!!! HIPPES EVERYWHERE!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111232672049569108?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111232672049569108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111232672049569108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/fucking-hippies-hippes-everywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111229882888555356</id><published>2005-03-31T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T22:15:07.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was an interestnig day. Felt like shit for the WHOLE day. Bad moods suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could turn my emotions off, but as we all know, that is kind of impossible. Always gotta say what's on my mind and it usually doesn't come out the way I want. damn. Why can't I be a vulcan and not feel? I guess the truth is I am t3h suck when it comes to self control. LOL I'm learning though! Well, trying to but its not easy, especially in the delicate situation that I am currently in. Gotta learn sometimes things are better left unsaid. I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Jill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have studied for 3 finals. I find taking your mind off of one subject by looking at another helps you from losin your mind. Fuck, I really have alot to do. My brain has been overloaded by theorums and proofs for awhile now, but it is crunch time. No time to pussy out. Time to suck it up and load my brain with loads of shite. I hate proofs. I'm starting to hate java too. fuckin goddamned teacher. Who gets into abstract methods before teaching arrays? LMFAO. What a stupidly laid out course. Learned something cool that I didn't know in Java before. Iterators rule. I am getting sick of fucking looking at equations. I really need this 2 months that I'm gettning off this summer. fuckin finished high school, worked a dirty fucking filthy job for a year, and I have been in school for four semesters in a row. I need a fucking vacation. 2 months to relax and chill out in Guelph. ahhhh yes. I CANT FUCKING WAIT, even though I love my home city, I need to go back to Guelph, to what is known to me. I have been away for too long. I need the comfort I had when I was there. In surroundings I knew well. Around people I have known for years. To walk outside and see College Avenue instead of a busy boulevard. I miss how easy I had it when I was there. No responsibility. No plans for the future, just coasting. I miss being dirve-less, even thought it is not a possibility for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now time to head to campus to study a bit before calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God give me what was familiar once again because I can't recognize my life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? What is important to me? What drives me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays its simply the fear of failure. Something I don;t ever want to feel again. Is that enough? I guess so. I just want my old reason back. Then life would seem so much more real as opposed to plastic. This seems like I'm living somebody else's life. I'm in University? WTF. I'm 600 Kms from my heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's life is this? I want mine back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******addendum*****&lt;br /&gt;The Naruto special was fuckin amazing. 45 minutes of g44r4 vs Kimimaro, and then an intense emotional conversation and a few punches between Naruto and Sasuke. The end of part 1 is near. What fuckin amazing character development, what a fucking amazing series. I can't wait for Naruto and Sasuke to fight. Naruto fighting to bring Sasuke home and ward him away from his path towards avenging his family, and Sasuke fighting to gain power to kill his brother for vengeance. Best friends fighting for their own ambitions. Wow. I fucking love this series&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111229882888555356?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111229882888555356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111229882888555356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111229787378477041</id><published>2005-03-31T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:37:53.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/dogbat.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/dogbat.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now THAT is cute.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111229787378477041?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111229787378477041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111229787378477041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-that-is-cute_31.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111220751645460447</id><published>2005-03-30T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:31:56.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of them days.</title><content type='html'>I realized today that I cannot listen to anything a prof says in the mornings. It pains me to listen. Fucking sucks!!! Gimme all my classes &gt; 11 and I'd be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I got my report bound, then hit the 8th floor and sat on the sexy leather couches up there. They spoil us Engineering students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then hit Mcgibbins. chilled out max all relaxin all cool. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handed in my tech report, and now it is yet another afternon in Reggies. Wee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bang bang, my baby shot me down"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111220751645460447?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111220751645460447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111220751645460447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-one-of-them-days.html' title='Just one of them days.'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111215078030743387</id><published>2005-03-29T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:46:20.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Ferr_hurry.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Ferr_hurry.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 j43&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111215078030743387?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111215078030743387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111215078030743387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/4-j43.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111214451639564933</id><published>2005-03-29T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T20:01:56.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greatest IRC moment ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;galactic&gt;  you know what's ALWAYS bothered me? cold cereal mascots&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I mean that is just some FUCKED UP SHIT&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  the Trix rabbit, for example&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I dunno man... if I were him I'd be fucking KILLING some kids&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I remember a commercial where the fuckin rabbit WENT INTO A FUCKIN STORE AND BOUGHT A BOX OF TRIX WITH HIS OWN FUCKIN MONEY.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  fuckin kids came outta NOWHERE and basically fuckin mug the poor stupid bitch rabbit&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  "silly rabbit Trix are for kids"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  Fuckin rabbit just sits there and looks depressed.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  FUCK NO that wouldn't fly with me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I'd have pimp-slapped EVERY ONE OF those fuckin bitches&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  and made them go get me the REST of a "complete breakfast" and eat Trix right in front of them bitches and THEN beat the shit out of them some more.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  and wtf is with the disguises? All the dumb rabbit does is hide his ears and all of a sudden he's a fuckin kid?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I dunno about you, but if I SAW a 6 foot fuckin RABBIT with his ears tucked under a baseball cap, I wouldn't immediately think&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  "Hey, there's a cool lookin human kid, let me go over and share some of my cereal with him"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  NO.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I'd be thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;galactic&gt;  "that's a 6 foot fuckin RABBIT with his ears tucked under a baseball cap... what the FUCK was I just smoking?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  another thing... wtf is up with cereal being "A part of this complete breakfast"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  last time -I- checked, cereal WAS breakfast&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  they show a big ass bowl of frosted flakes next to a waffle, a pancake, toast, a banana, a fuckin grapefruit... who the FUCK eats a breakfast that big&lt;br /&gt; &lt;flaming_duck&gt;  not me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;flaming&gt;  I don't even EAT breakfast nomore&lt;br /&gt; &lt;flaming_duck&gt;  I mean, I eat when I get up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;flaming_duck&gt;  but the whole thought "BREAKFAST IS ONLY SERVED UNTIL SUCH AND SUCH TIME"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;flaming_suck&gt;  bitch, you make my fucking sausage and egg sandwich when I pay you the fucking money&lt;br /&gt; &lt;flaming_duck&gt;  don't give me that shit.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  Back to stupid cereal mascots...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  Lucky Charms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  FUCKING LUCKY CHARMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;galactic&gt;  Lucky can turn the fucking MOON into a marshmallow, and he can't escape a bunch of fucking 6 year olds?!?!?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  C'mon now, Lucky.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I KNOW your bitch ass has got to have a "Blow the fucking kids up" spell SOMEWHERE&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  or make "kid marshamllows" and EAT those bitches.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  "They're after me Lucky Charms!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  ....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  KILL THEM, BITCH!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  I dunno why I went off on this rant here&lt;br /&gt; &lt;galactic&gt;  it's just always bothered me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111214451639564933?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111214451639564933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111214451639564933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/greatest-irc-moment-ever.html' title='Greatest IRC moment ever'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111206281480551184</id><published>2005-03-28T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:20:14.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovery</title><content type='html'>Today was recovery day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at 9. talked to jill. she left, i went to bed. got up at 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did today was eat pancakes, watch billy madison and do random shit on the puter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life now, again. Fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend of d00m, literally. Need to find a funny pic. there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111206281480551184?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111206281480551184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111206281480551184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/recovery.html' title='Recovery'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200215012475998</id><published>2005-03-28T04:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:29:10.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Foufoune Electrik</title><content type='html'>What a mother fucking weekend of alcohol. This marked the third and final night of my drinking binge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying, "I love you Jilly and I'm sorry for my absence from 'the msn'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so, after lunch #1, Grant, Jess and I headed to my Nonna Nudo's. We got there and had the most sexual fucking lasagna EVER. OMFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we headed to my cousin Anthony's. They live right next door. How fucking Italian is that? We invited him out and went home as Jess and Oliver were going out for a bit together. Grant and I sat and chlled. He was on my laptop as I was on my PC. Anthony, Jess, and Oliver showed up, and we all started to drink. Fuckin Tequila and b33r. My grand father got PISSED that we were pre-drinking in his house apparently but he didn't say anything. Why the fuck would the invite my sis to spend her last night here then? Obviously my mom knew we would be drinking. Fuckin insane and I am so moving out of here for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to La Foufoune Electric. Fucking AMAZING TIME. 5 fucking Nudos under 30. Dominic, his brother Sebastien, Anthony, Jess and I. We had a fucking blast. Drank many a pitcher. Had a few games of Fooseball. Shared a bunch of laughs and listened to some good metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Fouffs, we headed to La Belle Province. Oh my. It is the drunken ritual. I can;t believe I've never mentioned the belle before. Anthony, Dominic and I all discussed our fathers and how fucked up they are. We discussed their stupidity and retarded parenting techniques. We came to a common concensus that adoption would have been a good option LMFAO. Naw, we love our dads, they are just fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said out goodbyes and here I am, writing in my blog as Grant sits on my floor sleeping. My bed is gonna be sooo comfy tonight as I have not slept in it in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS OF PICS BELOW FOR YOU!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200215012475998?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200215012475998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200215012475998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-foufoune-electrik.html' title='La Foufoune Electrik'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200149409182071</id><published>2005-03-28T04:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:18:14.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/dominicandi.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/dominicandi.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My twin(cousin Dominic) and I. Notice the whore club behind us. You should have seen the hooker workin that corner. Fuckin pr0n star whore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200149409182071?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200149409182071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200149409182071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-twincousin-dominic-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200082499409569</id><published>2005-03-28T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:07:04.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5535.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5535.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200082499409569?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200082499409569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200082499409569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/grant-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200072536807859</id><published>2005-03-28T04:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:05:25.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5534.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5534.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you Ontario people, La Belle Province is THE after drink place to go. Two hotdogs, drink and a poutin, 6.66.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200072536807859?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200072536807859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200072536807859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-all-you-ontario-people-la-belle.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200062536458383</id><published>2005-03-28T04:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:03:45.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5529.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5529.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crotch point&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200062536458383?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200062536458383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200062536458383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/crotch-point_28.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200056767260878</id><published>2005-03-28T04:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:02:47.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5528.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5528.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotness&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200056767260878?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200056767260878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200056767260878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/hotness.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200045144680728</id><published>2005-03-28T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T04:00:51.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5530.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5530.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crotch point&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200045144680728?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200045144680728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200045144680728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/crotch-point.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200025669231015</id><published>2005-03-28T03:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:57:36.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5527.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5527.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself and Anthony(Yes, he is a main cause of my geekyness. We had alot of fun hacking TiVo boxes and computers back in the day when we were baaaad kids)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200025669231015?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200025669231015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200025669231015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/myself-and-anthonyyes-he-is-main-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111200014431455788</id><published>2005-03-28T03:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:55:44.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5523.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5523.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers, bitch. I'm Rick James&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111200014431455788?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200014431455788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111200014431455788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/cheers-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111199984491598082</id><published>2005-03-28T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:50:44.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5521.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5521.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Grant.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111199984491598082?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111199984491598082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111199984491598082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/jess-and-grant.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111199979756024542</id><published>2005-03-28T03:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:49:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5517.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5517.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony, the cousin who got me into coding 100 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111199979756024542?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111199979756024542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111199979756024542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/anthony-cousin-who-got-me-into-coding.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111199970507310294</id><published>2005-03-28T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:48:25.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5516.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5516.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J355 and our cousin Sebastien&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111199970507310294?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111199970507310294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111199970507310294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/j355-and-our-cousin-sebastien.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195245331676587</id><published>2005-03-27T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:40:53.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5497.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5497.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh! &lt;/schoolgirlscream&gt; My bookbag!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195245331676587?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195245331676587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195245331676587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/ahh-my-bookbag.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195228193497034</id><published>2005-03-27T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:38:01.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"ahh! my bookbag!" HAHAHAHA Grant you sexy bitch</title><content type='html'>Oh my fucking god last night was fucking amazng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shopping of yesterday I came home showered and invited Louis out. We met up at the Mcgill metro and then rode on to atwater where Jess met us outside. We had some sloppy assed drinks in the hotel. Fuckin 3 parts tequila, one part lemonade at one point. wooo. Grant and Jess were feeling alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed off downtown and hit Club Crescent. Did a bunch of dancing. I fucking LOVE to dance now. Apparently I'm fuckin awesome too. weee. Club sluts suck. Don't rub your dirty bum on me lady or I shall move. LMFAO. Grant, Jess Louis and I enjoyed drinking and dancing. Oliver, Tyler and Greg showed up and were drinking at the bar. We got sick of the shittay music at crescent so we decided to go back to Karina's. This is where the fun really began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in and danced it up. It was fucking HOT in there. It was sooo packed. The washroom RULES! It has a water wall. Meaning a wall that is like a waterfall that you pee in to. Fuckin fun. Fuckin dude looked at my dick tho....LOL. He seemed impressed by his expression HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess came up to me and told me that Oliver and the other boys got kicked out for starting a fight. Some 40 year old was grabbing and smacking like 18 year old girls asses and the bartendress' ass. Now, Oliver, Tyler and Greg are all in the army so they aren't afraid to tell you if you're doing something wrong and they did. One old dude pushed Tyler and Tyler pushed him back. The bouncers came and kicked them out of Karina's. When we heard of this we left with them, well, Karina's. Karina's is the upper floor of Winnie's so we had to go down to Winnie's. Some 'tough guy' elbowed Oliver because he wouldn't move.  Oliver was at this point drunk and waiting for the old dude to come down so he elbowed the dude. The dude showed Oliver. I grabbed them both and tried to break it up. The dude tried to throw a shot at Oliver and I then threw the guy into the bar and grabbed him by his shirt. I told him if he tried it again I would bury his fuckin ass. Then the bouncer came and grabbed Oliver. Then I grabbed the bouncer, and told him not to fuckin touch my buddy and got in his face. The bouncer let him go and fuckin backed up. It was helarious. I told the fuckin what to do and he did it. I should be a bouncer man LOL. So after my fun we left the bar as we had now been kicked out of two bars, well, me one, the other guys two LOL. We got outside and Oliver and them wanted to wait for 'old crusty fuck' to come out. Jess and Grant went in to Tuesday's as Louis and the rest of us chilled outside. Greg, who is a big fucker, Louis and I were there in case more than two guys came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, old crusty fuck and his friend come out. The fucker sucked punched oliver and I'll put it this way. Old men should not sucker punch Infantry soldier's. Oliver and Tyler layed the boots to the old fucks, literally. The rest of us hung back as two on two is good, but 4 on two is not cool. We behaved, don't worry, evne though my first instinct after the dude sucked punched oliver was to knock his teeth in, but we all did the right thing and left it as it should be; evenly matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to get food and headed back to the hotel. Hung out, had a few drinks and passed the fuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up just in time to check out, and here we are. We just had lunch number one. Now it's off to the other Nonna's for lunch number two. I love being Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195228193497034?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195228193497034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195228193497034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/ahh-my-bookbag-hahahaha-grant-you-sexy.html' title='&quot;ahh!&lt;/schoolgirl scream&gt; my bookbag!&quot; HAHAHAHA Grant you sexy bitch'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195132569200641</id><published>2005-03-27T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:22:05.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5478.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5478.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuuda^2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195132569200641?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195132569200641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195132569200641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/nuuda2.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195106257751261</id><published>2005-03-27T14:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:17:42.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5508.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5508.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexay&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195106257751261?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195106257751261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195106257751261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/sexay.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195103676417829</id><published>2005-03-27T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:17:16.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 55091.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 55091.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smoking whore&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195103676417829?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195103676417829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195103676417829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/smoking-whore.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195085295512503</id><published>2005-03-27T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:14:12.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5510.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5510.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alanya, Jess and I&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195085295512503?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195085295512503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195085295512503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/alanya-jess-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195073135958409</id><published>2005-03-27T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:12:11.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5474.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5474.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jourgie of d00m&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195073135958409?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195073135958409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195073135958409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/jourgie-of-d00m.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111195066706538421</id><published>2005-03-27T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:11:07.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/Picture 5473.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/Picture 5473.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis of doom &amp;&amp; tequila^2&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111195066706538421?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195066706538421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111195066706538421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/louis-of-doom.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111188374766188361</id><published>2005-03-26T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T19:35:47.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karina's and the Hotel ruled</title><content type='html'>I had a blast last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my mother, sister, and Grant came down to Montreal. We had lunch with my uncle, aunt and cousins, then we headed to their hotel. Sw33t hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around downtown. sis did some shopping as Grant and I were bored. I bought two 26er's of tequila for 30 bux. gooood price. Bought some mix and whatnot. Had some laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant is the first gay guy I have really chilled with and slept in the same room with LOL. I was in my sister's bed not his though. hahaha. He is the fucking SHIT. We had alot of fun yesterday. At one point motioned towards a chick who was bending over cuz she was hot. he looked at me and shrugged and said 'she has nice shoes'. I forgot he was gay and we both were gutting ourselves laughing. fuckin helarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then pre drank at my sisters hotel and got nicely ripe. Then it was off to Mcgibbin's for the greatest bison burger ever, AND a few pints of Guiness. My sister's ex, Oliver, showed up and had a pint. We then all headed back to the hotel where we got nicely tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then off to Le Boom, which we didn't get into because grant and I were wearing running shoes. I won;t make that mistake again tonight. From Le Boom we went to Karina's and met up with my cousin and her friends. I danced for about an hour. It was fun! Had a few drinks and what not. My sis and Grant kept telling me to go pick up girls who were checkin me out, but I declined for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the hotel room, ate my poutine. Passed out in 2 seconds after laying down. I didn't expect to pass out, but it was 5am and I was hammered. Got up at 10, went for breakkie, did some shopping with my sis,grant, my aunt and my mom. Came back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read something tonight and I don't know what to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out tongiht. Bought a new pimpass shirt to wear with black pants and sport the pimp shoes. Looks fucking HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111188374766188361?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111188374766188361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111188374766188361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/karinas-and-hotel-ruled.html' title='Karina&apos;s and the Hotel ruled'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111172713175786221</id><published>2005-03-25T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:05:31.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/HPIM0788.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/HPIM0788.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L0ui5 0f d00000m. Magic b33r + 1. I love megatokyo&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111172713175786221?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172713175786221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172713175786221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/l0ui5-0f-d00000m.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111172708840504712</id><published>2005-03-25T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:04:48.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/gjhkj copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/gjhkj copy.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111172708840504712?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172708840504712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172708840504712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111172703646616306</id><published>2005-03-24T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T00:03:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to the music</title><content type='html'>I made like 20 pages of notes today. gwah. eigenvalues and eigan vectors enjoy eating shit on toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to cal2. fun stuff. I love cal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for courses at concordia in the summer for the last summer session. Also sent an email to my advisor requesting a permission letter to study at the U of G at the firts summer session. Maybe french or a C++ course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking COMP249(System software, systems programming in C++), and ECON201(Microeconomics) at Concordia. 4 classes total should be OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and sis are coming down tomorrow. Should be interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111172703646616306?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172703646616306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172703646616306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/listen-to-music.html' title='Listen to the music'/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11220601.post-111172329431326892</id><published>2005-03-24T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T23:01:34.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/640/jill and tyler.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/185/3899/400/jill and tyler.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is cute&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11220601-111172329431326892?l=g44r4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172329431326892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11220601/posts/default/111172329431326892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g44r4.blogspot.com/2005/03/now-that-is-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>g44r4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12521262198941904977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='16' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y9/g44r4/sharingan1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
