<?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-3838323</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:57:49.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another escape from the horrors of homework</title><subtitle type='html'>The rambilings of some strange guy I met one time. Beware of severe lack of attention to spelling, grammer, punctuation, and proper use of parenthesis.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-116342155068657869</id><published>2006-11-13T06:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T06:39:10.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.  I haven't touched this for over a year.  I'm slackin big time.  I guess the problem is, I don't have much to complain about.  I guess I can always start weighing in on all of the political stuff happening these days.  Anyways, attempts might be made to update this more often..... I don't know if I can make any promises, though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/116342155068657869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/116342155068657869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116342155068657869' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-111843993234833917</id><published>2005-06-10T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T16:45:32.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm engaged now.  I asked Mandy last night, and (of course) she said yes.  Yay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111843993234833917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111843993234833917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111843993234833917' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-111802547678664703</id><published>2005-06-05T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T21:37:56.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I guess I've been told.  It is time for an update.I graduated, on May 6th or 7th or something- I don't remember the exact date, it was that Saturday.  Anyways, since life has been kinda intense.  I moved all my stuff back to my parents place, and since have moved to Baltimore in search of a job.  Prayers to that end would be very appreciated.  Anyways.... I'm busy job searching, and there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111802547678664703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111802547678664703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111802547678664703' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-111384196976132578</id><published>2005-04-18T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T11:32:49.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We're leaving for competition on Friday, and we're not exactly ready to go yet.  This week is going to be crazy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111384196976132578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111384196976132578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111384196976132578' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-111108617264145478</id><published>2005-03-17T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T13:02:52.643-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is spring break... I went to see Mandy for the weekend, now I'm back at school trying to work hard again.  I hope all of you are having a great week.  So, anyways, on to the geeky stuff.Space travel:  what's in the future for space travel?  I see the following happening...First, someone is going to come up with a shielding method.  I think it will be charge related.  Just like gravity can bend</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111108617264145478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/111108617264145478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111108617264145478' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-110704863932517029</id><published>2005-01-29T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:30:39.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sarah Jo, you're trouble.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110704863932517029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110704863932517029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110704863932517029' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-110533135765239174</id><published>2005-01-09T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T22:29:17.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose it's time to update again.  I'll be starting my final semester in college in two days.  I'm excited.  I'm ready to move on and become a part of the working society.  I really hope I can land myself a well paying job quite quickly after I graduate, for reasons that will go unmentioned.  (Those of you who know me well won't have any trouble guessing.)  Anyways, I'm ready to hit the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110533135765239174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110533135765239174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110533135765239174' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-110220710404580493</id><published>2004-12-04T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:38:24.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I just had to delete a spam comment.  Has anyone else gotten those before?  (I wish there was something really nasty I could do- it's not just the fact that it was spam, but that is was explicit spam.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110220710404580493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110220710404580493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110220710404580493' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-110131610871393308</id><published>2004-11-24T11:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T11:08:28.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't you hate it when someone tells you something that you really needed to hear, but you don't want to hear it?  You appreciate the person tons, but the message is still really hard to take.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110131610871393308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110131610871393308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110131610871393308' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-110125415298196510</id><published>2004-11-23T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T17:55:52.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Overachievers annoy me.  There are alot of them in my engineering classes, it seems- but I've reached a happy meduim with them.  I try to work hard, and thye put up with the fact that I'm not quite up to their standard.  I'm mostly talking about work right now.  There's one person in particual that seems to have the knack of getting on my nerves.  It's really has to do with the personality colors</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110125415298196510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/110125415298196510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110125415298196510' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109917239154168967</id><published>2004-10-30T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T16:46:26.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been forever since I have posted. I've been listening to some music in Spanish- a band named Mana. I figured I would share a song of theirs with you:Vivir Sin Aire       (Live Without Air)Cómo quisiera                                  (How I wish)poder vivir sin aire                          (I could live without air)cómo quisiera                                   (How I wish)poder </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109917239154168967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109917239154168967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109917239154168967' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109721052855327833</id><published>2004-10-07T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T23:42:08.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Are computer games wrong?  What positive effect do they have on people?  (I think I know, but I know some who consider them straight evil.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109721052855327833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109721052855327833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109721052855327833' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109712565604043346</id><published>2004-10-06T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T00:07:36.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is for Mandy.There was a girl I once met,Her name was Mandy,To and from home together we went,and life was just dandy.One year I didn't see her,Other things took her other ways,And upon again seeing her,I saw that I missed those days.So I mustered the courage,To risk our almost lost friendship,I asked for more than a friend,I asked for a courtship.Now a year later,I know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109712565604043346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109712565604043346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109712565604043346' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109651550361115081</id><published>2004-09-29T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T22:38:23.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What hurts your feelings?  At youth group tonight we where called to ponder this question.  There where many answers, but most of them carried a common theme: trust.  Why is trust such an important thing to humans?  Why do people strive to find someone to trust, and why are they so hurt when that trust is betrayed?  I'm not sure.  I guess mankind desires intamacy, and exclusiveness.  However it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109651550361115081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109651550361115081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109651550361115081' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109589409368517921</id><published>2004-09-22T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:01:33.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I have to choose a spinner size, a prop size and pitch, and figure out what the power curve of the engine is.  Yay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109589409368517921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109589409368517921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109589409368517921' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109512993319385659</id><published>2004-09-13T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:45:33.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm already stressed.  I have no clue how I'm gonna manage to get everything done this year.  I have no idea how I'm gonna be anything more than an emotional wreck all semester.  I just don't know, I don't know how to let it out, I can't burdon everyone else with my over-emotionalism.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109512993319385659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109512993319385659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109512993319385659' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109487428244999445</id><published>2004-09-10T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T16:41:19.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know.  I guess I wish I was where others are.  But then, at the same time, I don't want to there in the same manner, in some cases.  Everyone else is in the mood for Mandy and I to be moving forward, so why shouldn't I be in the mood?  Well, I'm not ready, I guess.  Some are married and still in school- I don't think I could do that.  Some are trying to plan a wedding while in school- I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109487428244999445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109487428244999445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487428244999445' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109478530582079363</id><published>2004-09-09T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T22:01:45.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aerodesign is gonna be awesome!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109478530582079363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109478530582079363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109478530582079363' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109461395084151787</id><published>2004-09-07T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T18:00:56.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm already really busy with school.  It looks like the semester is going to consist of this:  Sr. Design, 2 Semester projects, 1 Exegesis, and me trying to cram all the sleeping, job, and homework in the cracks as I possibly can.  I eect to be exhausted come winter break.  I wish Dr. Lee would refrain from having a major project in ALL of his classes and would refrain for expecting us to spend 5</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109461395084151787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109461395084151787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109461395084151787' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109392293804611039</id><published>2004-08-30T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:28:58.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, school starts tomorrow.  One more year for good measure.  I'm still looking for a job- and still havn't gotten an answer from sylvan.  Feel free to pray about that, I was stressin plenty about it today.  I think I'm ready for school.  I'm ready to be in classes and studying again.  I'm ready to have one big project for the year- ready to kill myself on it all, maybe distract myself a little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109392293804611039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109392293804611039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109392293804611039' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109350061563469012</id><published>2004-08-26T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:10:15.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm supposed to be getting up in 5 hours.  I can't seem to sleep.  I'm not sure why.  I just have the feeling that something is either really wrong, or about to go really worng.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109350061563469012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109350061563469012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109350061563469012' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109336911150636724</id><published>2004-08-24T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T12:38:31.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in this sort of mood, or maybe this sort of mood- quite possibly this mood, too.  Either way, I really miss nature (and in particular winter) right now.  I'm not sure why.  I should get myself a good digital camera, though, and start havin at capturing some of the awesome stuff that's out there.(Pics are all found at "While you where asleep" - linked to the left)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109336911150636724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109336911150636724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109336911150636724' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109328367543503955</id><published>2004-08-23T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T12:54:35.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>W00t! I got linked.I have a total of 4.5 days left at my current job.  I submitted an application for another one on Friday- some hopefully I'll either get the "Go away! You will never be able to work here! Niiii!" or the "Dude, you're so awesome, you should, like, sign a lifetime contract with us for millions." This week so I can know if I should look for a job on campus next week or not.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109328367543503955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109328367543503955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109328367543503955' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109276491618751899</id><published>2004-08-17T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T12:51:15.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Misconception of the day: Absolute morals.Morals are absolute.  Morals are also circumstancial.  Sometimes people assume that their interpretation of a situation is absolute, because morals are absolute.  Here is how I understand it.  Every situation has a right choice, and a wrong choice.  Many situations are not clear as to which is which.  For example, killing people.  Murder: obviously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109276491618751899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109276491618751899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109276491618751899' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109224631410626219</id><published>2004-08-11T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:45:14.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A few samples of my latest listening material:"Nibblin' on sponge cakeWatching the sun bakeAll of those tourists covered with oilStrumming my six-stringOn my front porch swingSmell those shrimp, they're beginning to boil""I can't help it honey,you're that much a part of me now.Remember the night in Montana whenwe said there'd be no room for doubt"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109224631410626219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109224631410626219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109224631410626219' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109215956447550134</id><published>2004-08-10T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:39:24.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still alive.  I'm working alot.  Yeah.  Not much to tell here.  3 weeks until school starts.  Yay.  I'll enjoy the change of scenery.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109215956447550134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109215956447550134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215956447550134' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109174206801878623</id><published>2004-08-05T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T16:41:08.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man, I miss talking to you Mandy.I have been housesitting this week- it has been going well.  I decided that I like having an apartment to myself, sometimes.  It's nice to not have to do the whole roommate thing, but at the same time it's kinda lonely.  Having a nice, comfortable, queen size bed all to yourself is wonderful- I'll probably miss it when I go back to my own single bed.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109174206801878623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109174206801878623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109174206801878623' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109081307145152089</id><published>2004-07-30T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T19:19:07.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Push"She said I don't know if I've ever been good enoughI'm a little bit rusty, and I think my head is caving inAnd I don't know if I've ever been really lovedBy a hand that's touched me, well I feel like something'sGonna giveAnd I'm a little bit angry, wellThis ain't over, no not here, not while I still need youAroundYou don't owe me, we might changeYeah we just might feel goodI </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109081307145152089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109081307145152089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109081307145152089' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109103722276432056</id><published>2004-07-28T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:53:42.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh, lunches at the computer.  I'm not sure if they are a bad thing, or a good thing.  They encourage me to gain weight, but at the same time, they save me money.  Speaking of money, have you noticed how hard it is to save money when you don't "need" to, you just "want" to?I'm currently reading "The Normal Christian Life"  by Watchman Nee.  In the chapter that I'm in right now, Nee is talking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109103722276432056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109103722276432056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109103722276432056' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109081396056127981</id><published>2004-07-25T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:52:40.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More updates coming soon, I have one in the works... it's just not ready yet.  In the mean time, think about any person that you know- and think about the differences the stick out in your mind the most about them.  Now, tell me this: Did those difference not surprise you?  Are we not extremely quirky people?  It seems that each difference with each person is different- and unexpected.  Yes, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109081396056127981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109081396056127981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109081396056127981' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-109010048733658078</id><published>2004-07-17T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T16:41:27.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, that one dude took over my blog and tried to make the last post interesting.  Apparantly, it didn't work.  It is Toad's wedding day, and he doesn't seem to be very nervious.  I'm bored.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109010048733658078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/109010048733658078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109010048733658078' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-108967576079060264</id><published>2004-07-12T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T18:42:40.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hehe.  this is a post.  (Maybe I should start this again)While we're at it... Stu was foolish enough to log into Blogger on my computer and I'm sick and damned tired of reading his stupid blog without any posts on it.  So I'm going to start commissioning beatings on his dumb butt if people want him to post.  Yeah... and now back to your regularly-scheduled silence.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/108967576079060264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/108967576079060264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108967576079060264' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-108126659412946848</id><published>2004-04-06T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T10:57:19.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay!- Today would happen to be six months!  I'm not sure I remember what like is like without a wonderful person like Mandy.On other notes:Congratulations!Your general IQ score is 140.Oh, yeah, I got 50 a long time ago- got Naliah's robe, Traldor's oracle, and Belt of the Moon now- 2 more quests to do, a little scing and a little artifact lvling, and I'll have myself a pretty sweet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/108126659412946848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/108126659412946848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108126659412946848' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-107371516842191977</id><published>2004-01-10T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T00:14:32.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in the mood to muse tonight, but I'm not sure exactly what will come out....I have been thinking about loosing contact with people today.  I have been thinking about letting go of people today.  I think maybe I let go of people too quickly and easily.  The whole superficial and distant conversation/correspondence is just plain old hard for me.  So, yeah, maybe I need to hold on tighter to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/107371516842191977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/107371516842191977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371516842191977' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-107332490953169898</id><published>2004-01-05T11:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T11:50:07.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it has been a long time...  I guess having a girlfriend does that- now that I have someone to talk to in real life I don't really have much to say on this.  My life has oved on- and I kinda like the change.  Its awesome to find someone that amaizes you more each day that you spend with her.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/107332490953169898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/107332490953169898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332490953169898' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106980379634985565</id><published>2003-11-25T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:44:00.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On another note, I would highly recomend visiting Thomas Krahn's site  I have been following his work for some time, and am glad to see that he has his own home for his work now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106980379634985565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106980379634985565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980379634985565' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106980312031721723</id><published>2003-11-25T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:32:45.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diving.  I return to diving tonight (after hearing fellow workers speak of martial arts, etc.  I would really love to do it at some point.  At least I would like to be able to teach it.  I believe that is the one thing that I miss most about High school- diving.  So, Lord, may I dive again? Please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106980312031721723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106980312031721723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980312031721723' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106953783164551370</id><published>2003-11-22T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T15:51:10.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of success:They had a chapel speaker the other day come and speak about how to be a success after you get of college.There was one thing that got me thinking.  He said people should not have a 9-5 attitude, that they should never expect to be able to leave their work at the end of the day and not have to think about it till they arrived at work the next day.  I agree with him that that will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106953783164551370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106953783164551370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106953783164551370' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106945122123346171</id><published>2003-11-21T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:47:39.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got to go fly today.  I like flying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106945122123346171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106945122123346171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945122123346171' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106859520219836632</id><published>2003-11-11T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:01:54.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sort of woke up today, to realize that I had just finished taking four tests in the last four school days.  I also got the first one of these back, and got a big fat F on it.  Guess I'm going to have to pay attention in that class, do the homework, and study for the next test.&lt; rant &gt;I quite dislike the class, no matter how "important" Dr. Knoop thinks it may be, I still hold to the belief </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106859520219836632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106859520219836632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859520219836632' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106824816826689810</id><published>2003-11-07T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T17:36:28.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, How about that snow?  How about that Christmas break that destined to come, that feels just around the corner?  Will it ever come?  I'm not sure, I am certainly ready, however.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106824816826689810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106824816826689810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824816826689810' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106798493998329608</id><published>2003-11-04T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:29:16.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess its time to blog again.I don't like school much.I'm ready to get back to work at it though, finish off the semester in some sort of responsible fashion.I have a wonderful, beautiful girlfriend.Thats my life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106798493998329608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106798493998329608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106798493998329608' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106769715384441777</id><published>2003-11-01T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T08:32:45.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm very happy.  I have made a big decision, we have made a big decision.  We chose what was best, I think- I'm so happy about that.  Not because I got my way, I certainly didn't; but because we chose whats best for you, in particular.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106769715384441777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106769715384441777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106769715384441777' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106617036281244196</id><published>2003-10-14T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T17:26:02.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogging? Whats that?  It has been so long I hardly remember how I ever had anything to say.There are two types of speakers: those who have something to say, and those who have to say something.I would rather be the latterSo, what has happened in my life in the last week and a half?  Well, to start I have a girlfriend now.  Mandy is the most wonderful woman I know, I realize this more each </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106617036281244196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106617036281244196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106617036281244196' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106520875550505272</id><published>2003-10-03T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:19:15.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A much needed weekend is soon to begin.  This will be a very needed weekend.  Last last few have been quite busy, and I think I'm ready to actually catch up on things such as sleep and homework.  I'm finding myself in general in need of something to motivate me more to care about school in general... right now my goal is to make it through.  So, my plans for the weekend consist of sleeping alot, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106520875550505272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106520875550505272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106520875550505272' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106495093181174045</id><published>2003-09-30T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T14:43:02.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I spent the weekend with a great group of Jr. High kids.  It was very tiring, but a good experience for them.Again, I find myself with lots of things I could say on here. The problem is they would be said to one person, and have been said to that person.  So, it is much better to say them in person than indirectly on this computer.  This may quite well be the end of a long and painful </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106495093181174045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106495093181174045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106495093181174045' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106460519693478446</id><published>2003-09-26T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T14:39:56.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I knew nothing of the song being about really any subject, just I have lately found several times when I have said too much to some people (or, in that case, on the blog), and not enough to another person.  Here was the original post:"Have patience, Stu" "Have patience, Stu" "Have patience, Stu" I repeat it to myself over and over again, yet I don't want to have to listen to myself. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106460519693478446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106460519693478446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106460519693478446' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106434521310134684</id><published>2003-09-23T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T15:15:36.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[EDIT]"Oh no, I've said too much, I havn't said enough"-LOSING MY RELIGION - Stipe:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106434521310134684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106434521310134684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106434521310134684' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106415839520339797</id><published>2003-09-21T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T10:33:14.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is to a wonderful time at the Longview Symphony last night, and to the wonderful person who dared to accompany me. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106415839520339797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106415839520339797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106415839520339797' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106409054312458170</id><published>2003-09-20T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T15:42:22.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, while poking around my hit counter, I found out that someone made it to my site after searching for "Burping Jessica Simpson"  Now, I'm not quite sure when I referred to Jessica Simpson, or burping, for that matter, but the qestion is: why would anyone be searching for that?  Maybe we should all jump on the band wagon- search for a pic of your favorite (or least favorite) celebrity burping!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106409054312458170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106409054312458170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106409054312458170' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106401087742315032</id><published>2003-09-19T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T17:34:37.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"HomeIt's a long way from Miami to L.A. It's a longer way from yesterday to where I am today It's a long way from my thoughts to what I’ll say It's a long long way from paradise to where I am today All that's in my head is in Your hands It's a long way from the moon up to the sun It's a longer road ahead of me, the road that I’ve begun Stop to think of all the time I’ve lost Start to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106401087742315032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106401087742315032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106401087742315032' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106400580105120711</id><published>2003-09-19T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T16:13:26.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tip of the day: don't try to open a 6000 X 5000 pixel full color picture with windows paint.  It will take you a while.  Make it black and white first, then it will go alot faster.     I have backwards weeks.  Most people are very busy during the week, and then during the weekend they take it easy.  Well, I'm the other way around.  During the week my pace isn't too bad, but when the weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106400580105120711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106400580105120711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400580105120711' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106369019716841302</id><published>2003-09-16T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T00:37:53.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I wrote a short myth for one of my classes, and thought that you might enjoy reading it.  It is far too long to post, any suggestions as to how I should get it to you (if you care).I think in my (sorta) old age I"m getting a little wiser, not too much, but just a little.  My thoughts of women are interesting these days, yet I'm doing my best to be patient.  I guess I now realize how little I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106369019716841302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106369019716841302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106369019716841302' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106330643171151937</id><published>2003-09-11T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T13:53:51.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"I think I've already lost youI think you're already gone.I think I'm finally scared nowYou think I'm weak - But I think you're wrongI think you're already leavingFeels like your hand is on the doorI thought this place was an empireBut now I'm relaxed - I can't be sure"-Matchbox TwentyI'm not sure quite why, but that song always kinda gets me thinking.  I guess I like the quiet, slow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106330643171151937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106330643171151937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106330643171151937' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106288849639044323</id><published>2003-09-06T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T17:48:16.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have found that being tired changes things drastically.  I managed to get very frustrated at basically nothing today.  I managed to assume intentions that were not at all there today.  I have managed to snap at someone for no reason at all today  I have managed to become jealious about nothing today... I'm doing pretty well, methinks.  I still have plenty to learn, I am made aware of that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106288849639044323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106288849639044323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106288849639044323' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106272037899261737</id><published>2003-09-04T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T19:08:01.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I have a new motherboard and and a new linux box online.  Thats good I guess.  On another side, I have been finding people i enjoy hanging out with quite a bit.  Life is interesting, and I need to get to work more.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106272037899261737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106272037899261737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106272037899261737' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106260870127037836</id><published>2003-09-03T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T12:05:01.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, their eyes have been opened, but I don't know if I am ready.I'm slowly managing to end up with all the books I needed for my classes.  I now have no excuse not to get my homework done, though I still would rather not do it.  I guess I must simply deal with that though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106260870127037836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106260870127037836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106260870127037836' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106221416502164947</id><published>2003-08-29T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T22:29:24.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I think I'm ready to give up the endoctrination that I was given when I got here about being introverted.  It's ok to not  to be out hanging with people all the time.  Its ok to not really feel like being around people.  Its ok if you don't really feel like going out and trying to meet all the people you can.  That doesn't mean that you should be neglegent of poeple, nor does it mean that you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106221416502164947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106221416502164947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106221416502164947' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106204793066046557</id><published>2003-08-28T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T00:18:50.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know.  Ask me whatever you want, and don't know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106204793066046557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106204793066046557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204793066046557' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106190957055282123</id><published>2003-08-26T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:52:50.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, what a fool I amHow selfish can I really be?how can I put myself before others in such a situation?Why is my first instinct always to grip tighter,when what I actually need to do is to let go?Forgive me, for really do not know what I am doing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106190957055282123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106190957055282123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106190957055282123' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106184353487773389</id><published>2003-08-25T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T15:32:14.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know what exactly to say... that drive to meet new people is completely gone.  Everyone seems to be accusing me of being anti-social, but I feel that its simply being me now instead of me a year ago.  Given the choice between many, somewhat distant friends, and few, very close friends I would choose the second.  So now what I desire is to deepen those relationships that I have, and value,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106184353487773389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106184353487773389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106184353487773389' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106144151986912245</id><published>2003-08-20T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T23:51:59.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the freshmen get here tomorrow.  I guess thats exciting.  I'm kinda eh about everything right now.  Yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106144151986912245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106144151986912245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106144151986912245' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106105744150126921</id><published>2003-08-16T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T13:10:41.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's to nbot being a PA anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106105744150126921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106105744150126921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106105744150126921' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106097668303109099</id><published>2003-08-15T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T14:44:41.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired... againHurt... againIs that all this world is made of?  Is that all LeTourneau is made of?  I know the answer to the first question: and that is no... maybe why everything back on campus suddenly seems to bittersweet is because I had a taste of the sweet alone this summer.  Thanks. (you know who you are)  So, what do I want?  I want someone I can trust... because it seems that many times</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106097668303109099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106097668303109099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106097668303109099' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106083541664132646</id><published>2003-08-13T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T23:34:57.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not your childI do not appreciate being made into an exampleI don't really mind being a martyrIts easy to ask too muchSome decisions are mine to make</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106083541664132646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106083541664132646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106083541664132646' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106069917471430327</id><published>2003-08-12T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T09:39:34.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not happy with this week.  I'm not happy with yesterday.  Mostly I'm not happy with the fact that I don't know where everyone else is.  Well, at least I know where Susie is.  I'm going to have to do some stuff to make up what I'm going to miss.  I can deal with that.  There is a philosophy behind all of the freshman stuff that I'm becoming more and more aware of, and that I don't exactly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106069917471430327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106069917471430327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106069917471430327' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106037277551189159</id><published>2003-08-08T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:59:35.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today is the day to move.  Its funny, a couple of years ago I would never have expected to say this: but I'm moving home.  Good old 1B, that floor that exists on the bottom florr of Tyler East Hall- that is home.  The place I have been staying at all summer is great... but its not home.  The apartment where I have spent alot of my time this summer is great- but its not home.  The apartment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106037277551189159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106037277551189159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106037277551189159' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106028041270422102</id><published>2003-08-07T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T13:20:12.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I just took about all the steps required to start the year very much on the wrong foot with my boss (Susie) at school.  I find myself in a situation where I have to miss not only some of the retreat, but also some of the training.  She isn't gonna be happy with me- probably not only because of this, but because she's finding this out now.  Oh well, I tried to find her- she leaves work early</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106028041270422102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106028041270422102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106028041270422102' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-106009260443029745</id><published>2003-08-05T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T09:10:04.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to get excited.  I'm looking forward to this:  I'm gonna really enjoy being back in the dorms.  I think this next weekend is gonna be a blast- we are gonna have that amaizing water pressure again.  Hopefully a Bandit sauna will happen after hockey.  As a matter of fact- there are alot of people I'm looking forward to seeing again, in general I'm looking forward to socializing again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106009260443029745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/106009260443029745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106009260443029745' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105958827172244751</id><published>2003-07-30T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T13:04:31.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The lull before the storm- is it a thing to be savored, or a thing to be feared?  It is great in one way.  I mean, its very quite and still.  The incredible peace that comes during this time is moving.  But, at the same time, it is a oamen of things to come.  It points to disquiet of equally powerful magnitude.  So, is it to be enjoyed for what it is, or feared for what follows it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105958827172244751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105958827172244751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958827172244751' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105958070410951258</id><published>2003-07-30T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T11:02:34.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found it. I did not know where Damian's blog was, until now.(now active again, after over a year of limbo- very impressive)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105958070410951258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105958070410951258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958070410951258' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105941513394755883</id><published>2003-07-28T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T12:59:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, what is the first thing about a person that you notice?  Is it their figure?  Is it the way they walk, or the way they sit?  Is it the way they talk, or the vocabulary they use?  Is it their personality; how outgoing they are?  What about how they aredressed- what it is the really catches your eyes first?  And, after that, what is it that you draw conclusions about?  Do you base your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105941513394755883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105941513394755883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105941513394755883' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105934077471046211</id><published>2003-07-27T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T16:19:34.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To laugh is to risk appearing foolishTo weep is to risk appearing sentimentalTo reach out for another is to risk involvementTo expose feelings is to risk exposing our true selvesTo place our ideas and dreams before the crowd is to risk lossTo love is to risk not being loved in returnTo live is to risk dyingTo hope is to risk despairTo try is to risk failureBut risk we must, because the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105934077471046211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105934077471046211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934077471046211' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105916336740984526</id><published>2003-07-25T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T15:57:52.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's friday, I'm playing hockey tonight, and I have under 2 hours of work left to do for the day- I would say things are looking up.Lessons learned from work:1) nothing happens within a week2) there are more procedures than you can count3) you are expected to know all of them4) if you don't you are obviously in need of alot more training5) documentation hates your guts6) computers do all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105916336740984526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105916336740984526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916336740984526' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105898455659358251</id><published>2003-07-23T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T13:32:32.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More battles with the computer are at stake... its funny, this is the second time I have been told that a product is defective when it actually isn't.  Just goes to show me one thing: I have very unique problems, and it seems that I'm the only person that ever can figure out how to solve them. This one is still pending a solution.Selfishness- how much does it really rule our lives?  I know it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105898455659358251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105898455659358251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898455659358251' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105880099683625071</id><published>2003-07-21T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T10:23:16.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, its Monday morning.  I don't think I have much else to say.  Yeah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105880099683625071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105880099683625071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105880099683625071' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105847609023341980</id><published>2003-07-17T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T16:30:10.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check http://www.bougal.com out.  The last page of gallery has some very nice space pics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105847609023341980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105847609023341980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105847609023341980' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105846093239735790</id><published>2003-07-17T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T11:55:32.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm telling you, music is emotion.  Music moves and changes me in ways I will never understand.almost every album I have carries an emotion, a memory with it; one that is remembered when I listen to it.  Usually it is associated with what I was doing and how I was feeling when I first started getting to know the album.  It is interesting how it affects me.  I listen to one, and start missing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105846093239735790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105846093239735790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105846093239735790' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105836011218810596</id><published>2003-07-16T07:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T07:55:11.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, blogger is giving me grief about updating my page... I thought it was supposed to update riht away now- why isn't it?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105836011218810596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105836011218810596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105836011218810596' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105832736612658600</id><published>2003-07-15T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T07:48:15.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to say something, but I don't know what to say.  I have had a good day.  I got myself off that game and went over to have to excellent coffee and ice cream cake at the girls house.  You all missed out on a very good thing.  I'm still trying to figure out how to let emotion back into my life without getting interested in people... but I kinda want the emotion part back.  Like I said, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105832736612658600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105832736612658600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105832736612658600' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105828264976638580</id><published>2003-07-15T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T10:24:09.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>go here for some entertainment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105828264976638580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105828264976638580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105828264976638580' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105820478001448626</id><published>2003-07-14T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T12:46:19.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I'm back, and its back to work.  The camp was most excellent.I have very little to say- my life is still boring, and I kinda like it like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105820478001448626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105820478001448626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105820478001448626' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105752901440711191</id><published>2003-07-06T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T17:04:32.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I got the computer working, and it is very nice- I don't really have to wait for anything to load.  After the school year starts (and I have payed everything for that) I will probably be buying myself Vue d'Spirit by E-on software and will start kicking out some landscapes.  Right now I need to save as much money as I can though.  I'm heading off to Jr. High camp tomorrow for the whole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105752901440711191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105752901440711191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105752901440711191' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105725679581278135</id><published>2003-07-03T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T13:26:35.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the people on the DBB manage to find the coolest links- go here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105725679581278135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105725679581278135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105725679581278135' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105725511436989148</id><published>2003-07-03T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T12:58:34.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still having frustration with my computer.  I now think that it has to do with my power supply.  So, today after I get off I'm going to head over to CPU and drop some more money into my computer... ahhh the joys of it all.  If that doesn't work I think maybe a sledge hammer will....This weekend looks like its gonna be a nice relaxing one, and right after that I get to go to camp with the jr</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105725511436989148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105725511436989148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105725511436989148' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105716802634614124</id><published>2003-07-02T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T12:47:06.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I got everything for my computer yesterday.  I get it all in, and it turned on correctly the first time (a miracle with my luck).  I proceeded to install windows XP in a different directory, and boot it up.  Once I get in I discover that my sound card will not work for the life of me.  I soon realize that it might be helpful to install my motherboard drivers first, so I proceed to do that.  My</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105716802634614124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105716802634614124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105716802634614124' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105706437566490949</id><published>2003-07-01T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T07:59:35.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was talking with Damian yesterday, and got back to my whining about women (and how little I think they are worth it) when he made a very interesting comment.  It made me think- why do I just out of nowhere whine about it?  Why do I just out of nowhere want a relationship sometimes?  I'm in no hurry to get married, I would rather do without the responsibility- especially the financial one.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105706437566490949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105706437566490949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105706437566490949' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105700591950367520</id><published>2003-06-30T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T15:45:19.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to be starting a pool, it will be something like $1/$5 gets you into a very interesting bet... E-mail my personally or talk to me personally for details. (I'm trying to remind myself to actually start this thing.)  Gecko can help you out on details too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105700591950367520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105700591950367520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105700591950367520' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105697933683533080</id><published>2003-06-30T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T08:22:16.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just visited katy's site.  Alot of people are blogging these days, and it seems I have pretty much fallen out of the ranks.  This brings me to question:  What makes this writing interesting, indeed stimulating?  Is it passion, or anger?  Is it originality or creativity?  I think it is a bit of everything.Where has my passion gone?  Where has all of that that I wrote of in those first few </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105697933683533080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105697933683533080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105697933683533080' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-105681843955845388</id><published>2003-06-28T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T11:41:37.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Cynics and closet happy people....Many of you who read my page also visit a page written by the vengeful cynic.  On this page is claims to dislike "happy people" who "spam" him with happyness.  Well, I have made a discovery.  The cynic himself, who has so many problems with happy people, is himself a happy person.  How is this?  Well, an unhappy person is one who makes you feel more unhappy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105681843955845388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/105681843955845388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105681843955845388' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-95993673</id><published>2003-06-24T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T16:12:06.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are so many things to learn, and so little that I have so far, yet today I make a list of the things that have hit me as of late:Not every inkling is to be followedEverything gets old after a whilePresidence is a powerful thingThere will always be another girl to be attracted toLife isn't fair, or equalFriends are worth more than an earthful of things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95993673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95993673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95993673' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-95790325</id><published>2003-06-18T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T08:56:12.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boredom- that is part of what lives in me here.  I sit at this desk and wonder what to do.  I'm not far enough alot to be able to do anything really significant, but they don't have much to do that isn't significant.  In a way I would like something big, something that will challange me, so that I can prove myself, but at the same time I doubt that I am ready for a real challange.  So, what do I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95790325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95790325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95790325' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-95693422</id><published>2003-06-15T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T15:53:04.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So after moving all day yesterday, and having a big meal today, I'm pretty happy.  I heen looking around at motherboards. CPU's, and ram.  I think I may go ahead with the MB/CPU and one stick of ram... hopefully pay less for more ram at a later date.  In the mean time, I'll still lag and take forever to render pictures.  Oh well, such is life.The sermon today talked about how men were made to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95693422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95693422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95693422' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-95652100</id><published>2003-06-13T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T23:35:04.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So what is beauty?  What is it that makes something or someone beautiful?Security makes this world beautifulConfidence makes this world beautifulInnocence makes this world beautifulSelflessness makes this world beautifulWhat else?   You tell me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95652100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95652100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95652100' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-95606597</id><published>2003-06-12T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T17:11:00.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, this has been censored for quite a while now.... funny how I give into exactly what I see coming a million miles away.  So, if you gonna call me an idiot for what I say on here, then I may bemore harsh in my response than I like being, because I'm tired of having monkeys on my back.  So I want to care, but I don't want to search.  I'm tired of not caring about people, just to keep myelf </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95606597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95606597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95606597' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-95484697</id><published>2003-06-09T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T18:18:44.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95484697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95484697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95484697' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-95042358</id><published>2003-05-29T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T12:34:22.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back at school- very long trip.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95042358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/95042358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95042358' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-94613457</id><published>2003-05-19T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T22:07:32.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Traveling.... many different things happen traveling.  three people and two cars are leaving Philidelphia bound to Minneapolis tomorrow.  A week from today one car and one person is leaving there bound for Longview, TX.  There this person will find a new job, one that happens to be an engineering internship.  This summer looks to be a positive one.  So, new car, new job, in a way a new lease on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/94613457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/94613457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94613457' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-94434417</id><published>2003-05-16T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T01:04:54.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*sigh*Saw the Matrix: Reloaded tonight.  "Eh" is about all I can say for it.  I'm getting quite disillusioned with the movie industry here in the states.Life is a confusing mixture of everything.  The good, the bad, and the ugly- right?  So, I'm trying to change some things.  I'm trying to be a little bit mroe healthy about stuff that I let slide at the end of this last semester.  Why is it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/94434417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/94434417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94434417' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3838323.post-94028271</id><published>2003-05-08T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T21:48:24.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have found two different trends that seem to show themseles every time I come back here, and they are precisely the reason that I don't like staying:1)  I get very very bored2)  I spend way too much money trying to stop being bored.So, today I went out and foolishly spend a bunch of the money I allocated myself for this next week.  Therefore, I am once again going to have to tighten down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/94028271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3838323/posts/default/94028271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d3snoopy.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94028271' title=''/><author><name>some guy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13630121145227737666</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
