<?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-7111494</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:19:14.767-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A gun, a girl, and a plan</title><subtitle type='html'>The american public is to obsessed with tv and mind numbing distraction that they havent noticed that the government is slowly becoming more and more of a cluster fuck every day and that we are quickly blurring the lines of seperation between church and state while simultaneously dienfranchising anyone who is not "american"...so im here to try and point that out.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-115153057808972113</id><published>2006-06-28T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:38:11.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disregard that</title><content type='html'>so just disregard any post from before this date (except for the government one). For my second post about how much i hate politics i would like to say just one thing.Every person living in the United States at this moment should see the movie V for Vendetta. Although it is obviously a leftist fueled movie it is sadly very true today. The government is slowly taking away our freedoms by distracting us with fear. This in itself wouldnt be bad if people would take a second to notice. But we are way too doped up on distractions from life to care. We can no longer rely on the press to expose government shortcomings because the Bush administration has used the press to help his fear-mongering (excuse the use of an overused phrase). So just go see V for Vendetta and pay attention to the lesson and learn from it or else WE WILL end up just like Britain in the movie; our every movement monitored and controlled by the goverment "for our own good". wake up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-115153057808972113?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/115153057808972113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=115153057808972113' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/115153057808972113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/115153057808972113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2006/06/disregard-that.html' title='Disregard that'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-114307155322699919</id><published>2006-03-22T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:52:33.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>government</title><content type='html'>I have figured out the problem with America today. The governement doesn not fear its people anymore; it is run by the will of big business and not by what is best for the people. The war in Iraq is not about freedom it is about oil so that the US oil companies can control the worlds supply and the governement can make money off of it. The war in Iraq is not about freedom; it is about giving Jp Halliburton an excuse to produce millions of dollars of goods. We should not argue that peace should come and pull out of Iraq because we are committed. We have already lost the love of one half of the world, and cannot lose another. The government has succeeded in creating the least intelligent generation through the medium of television. People are more concerned about who will get kicked off the next American Idol than who they will elect to make descisions for them for the next four years. The seperation of church and state is more like a small gap, and dont give me bullshit about how our founding fathers based the government on Christian ideals. The founders wanted a government by the people, for the people wether the people were Jews, Muslims, Or anything else. If you want proof; the word goddam must now be bleeped out on TV, whereas we can hear bitch and ass all we want. As long as the american public is this apathetic, our government will make as many horrible descisions as they want; just like this one-whether the government be republican (which only cares about big business and catholicism) or democrat (who are so liberal that they would allow stanists to display dead bodies during the holidays if they complained enough).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-114307155322699919?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/114307155322699919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=114307155322699919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/114307155322699919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/114307155322699919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2006/03/government.html' title='government'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-113304282010586489</id><published>2005-11-26T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T17:07:00.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>storytime</title><content type='html'>since i haven't updated in awhile i thought i would begin by telling a story with a little trivia in it. so this guy walks into a bar and sits down and orders a beer. when the bartender delivers the refreshment this man leans over with a proposition for the bartender. the man points to a glass about ten feet down the bar and bets the bartender $300 that he can piss in it without spilling a drop from ten feet away. The bartender, thinking of course that the deed is impossible readily agrees to the bet and then stands back to watch the spectacle. the man whips his thing out and starts to piss everywhere, he hits the bar, the seats, the beer, and even the bartender himself without even gettin a drop into the glass ten feet down the bar. the bartender, now drenched in piss, chuckles with laughter and demands his money from the man. the man tells the bartender to hang on for just a second; he would be right back. The bartender is now smiling at the thought of the $300 he just made. The man walks over to the pool table in the back of the bar, converses with the men playing there, and heads back to the bar. The man then gives the bartender the $300 happily. The bartender asks the man what he is so happy about because he just pissed everywhere and lost $300. The man turns to the bartender and says "I just bet those men over there $500 EACH that i could piss all over your bar, your beer, and you; and not only would you not be mad...you would be happy about it." the man then got up and left the bar leaving the stunned bartender in a sour mood. First one to tell me what movie that is from gets a special gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-113304282010586489?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/113304282010586489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=113304282010586489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/113304282010586489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/113304282010586489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/11/storytime.html' title='storytime'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-112058725432403330</id><published>2005-07-05T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:16:50.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont get it</title><content type='html'>i dont get vegans/vegetarians. people have canines cause were designed to eat meat. also if we werent, then why did every ancient culture kill animals to feed themselves? if they could have survived on grains and berries they would have, because hunting was not always rewarding or safe. also i dont get evolution deniers (i cant spell that). seriously there is evidence of evolution. sure, god could have created life (which i believe) but he didnt create it as we know today, he probably just provided the means or jus watched his creations grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-112058725432403330?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/112058725432403330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=112058725432403330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/112058725432403330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/112058725432403330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-get-it.html' title='i dont get it'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111714365275437090</id><published>2005-05-26T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:40:52.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bitches</title><content type='html'>so most of you guys dont ever update anymore, so if you note, you have been removed from the links section....also you suck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111714365275437090?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111714365275437090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111714365275437090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111714365275437090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111714365275437090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/05/bitches.html' title='bitches'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111637459911867729</id><published>2005-05-17T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:03:19.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sonnet</title><content type='html'>so me and adam (parison type) were discussing essays we wrote freshman year, not serious essays, historical satires. on my jounrey to rediscover mine, i found a sonnet i also wrote freshman year, and so im goanna post that cause i cant find my essay down here aqnd i dont feel like looking in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I fly around on my wings of steel&lt;br /&gt;I always feel free like the great bird of prey&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of the speed, I can't even feel&lt;br /&gt;the pain of the hits. I'm just here to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The droplets of sweat rolling down my face&lt;br /&gt;The agony of a crushing check&lt;br /&gt;I am a competitor in this race&lt;br /&gt;Where the opponents trip, slash, and deck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sport, no no sport, its a religion&lt;br /&gt;An early morning ritual for this&lt;br /&gt;player. The cold rink an infusion&lt;br /&gt;of chills into my awakening senses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this lonely hockey player; hockey&lt;br /&gt;is life, the rest is just details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was pretty good, seeing it again for the first time since freshman year, cept for the second stanza, ill hafta work on that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111637459911867729?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111637459911867729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111637459911867729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111637459911867729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111637459911867729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/05/sonnet.html' title='sonnet'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111447574304519864</id><published>2005-04-25T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:35:43.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when june ends</title><content type='html'>this post actually has nothing to do with june (notice title), but i was listening to green day at the time, yeh. so pretty much i almost got shot by casey ciolfi today, which was fun, if you guys (adam and pete ) were paying attention to our little discussion, i think like i pretty much just set off a bomb, but yeh it was fun, while at the same time being horrifying, woooo, now i have to write my walden essay, boooo, i think i may jus like not.......yeh. also, everyone was in hitler youth during the 30/40s, its not like the pope knew what he was doing, the germans loved hitler. and all these "lay" christians are not true catholics by definition (not that im a good one), you cant really just change a religion, fyi, and its not a democracy, and the pope only cares about true followers, and its supposed to be hard, thats why its called faith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111447574304519864?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111447574304519864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111447574304519864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111447574304519864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111447574304519864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/wake-me-up-when-june-ends.html' title='wake me up when june ends'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111418947551328204</id><published>2005-04-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T13:04:35.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ammendments and what not...</title><content type='html'>Ammendment I&lt;br /&gt;This is how we spell ammendment now&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment II&lt;br /&gt;It is herby thusly therefore decreed and ordained that for one to enter into the Sacred Union of the Awesomeness of Wannahukalugie, just sign the firggen articles. Subsection I: AS soon as you immigrate you are automatically registered to vote a recieve free issues of YOUR GOVERNMENT WEEKLY&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment III&lt;br /&gt;The Government is herby decreed to be forevermore spelt with a capitol G. The Government is a triumverate made up of dictated successors, but must at all times include a Jew, an Irishman, and a Czech. It cannot include; squirlles, manly women, unclean men, or prostitutes (excepting Pamela Anderson and/or Jenna Jameson). The triumverate serves until each member has reached 70, and then retires appointing an appropriate successor. The triumverate will be overseen by an elected divine Councillor.&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment IV&lt;br /&gt;Kids Rule! No abandoning, killing, and/or abusing your child and/or children and/or ever.&lt;br /&gt;Ammendment V&lt;br /&gt;Anything the triumverate spells wrongs is henceforth the correct spelling, therefore Ammendment I is now null and void.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111418947551328204?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111418947551328204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111418947551328204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111418947551328204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111418947551328204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/ammendments-and-what-not.html' title='Ammendments and what not...'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111344076605220561</id><published>2005-04-13T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:06:06.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Articles of Wannahukalugie</title><content type='html'>The articles of the utopian society of Wannahukalugie aas created by me, Adam B, Rachael B, and John D.&lt;br /&gt;Preamble&lt;br /&gt;Since the beginning of time man has prophesized the coming of a savior. Wannahukalugie is that savior. We believe that it is the right of all men and women to live free and prosper. All we ask is that our citizens abide by these simple laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article the First&lt;br /&gt;Eye for an Eye-abusive government officials get thrown in the volcano...sorry&lt;br /&gt;Article the Second&lt;br /&gt;Take only what you need to live comfortable and care for our island utopia&lt;br /&gt;Article the Third&lt;br /&gt;Government controls wealth, trade, and citizenship&lt;br /&gt;Article the Fourth&lt;br /&gt;Ten Commandments (do not omit)&lt;br /&gt;Article the Fifth&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of religion, speech, and thought (notice no freedom of sight, government tells you what you saw)&lt;br /&gt;Article the Sixth&lt;br /&gt;This is not an article&lt;br /&gt;Article the Seventh&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of immigration (as long as you're approved) and emmigration (notice our use of good grammar, we know the difference between emmigration and immigration...that's why we're the rulers and you're the ruled)&lt;br /&gt;Article the Eighth&lt;br /&gt;This is heaven&lt;br /&gt;Atricle the Ninth&lt;br /&gt;see arthicle the sixth&lt;br /&gt;Subsection 22.1b: even the surfer colony must contribute to our society, don't ask us how, we gave you the freedom of thought.&lt;br /&gt;Article the Tenth&lt;br /&gt;Government cannot be overthrown, militia takes care of discipline, overseen by the trinity, remember we're watching you (see Ammendment III)&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly your government,&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Doherty Adam Bartman Rachael Brill John Doskocil&lt;br /&gt;(to become a citizen you must sign the articles, here follow only a few signatures, typed, not the original signatures)&lt;br /&gt;Queen Gertie,  Indiana Jones,  John Hancock,  Jerry Bruckheimer,&lt;br /&gt;Elvis,  Michael Jordan,  Fitty Cent,  Jesus Fish,  Captain Planet,  Sun Tzu,&lt;br /&gt;John-Jacob Jingleheimer Schmitt , Trogdor the Burninator,  John Doe,&lt;br /&gt;Darth Vader,  Wu-Tang Clan,  Black Betty, Your Mom,   , Jesus  ,Mohammed, Buddah,  Snap, Crackle, and Pop  ,Govna'h Paddington  ,GOD (including but not limited to: Yaweh, Allah, Shiva, Jehova, etc) ,Blook the Alien,&lt;br /&gt;Neo , Phil "Lefty" Mickleson,  Steven Tyler,  Peter, Paul, and Mary  ,Bingo the Dog, Benicio Del Toro, Zoro, Raphael (the ninja turtle), Michaelangelo (the painter) 110010101010110110101010111010101011010 &lt;-Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt;coming soon: the ammendments&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111344076605220561?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111344076605220561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111344076605220561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111344076605220561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111344076605220561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/articles-of-wannahukalugie.html' title='Articles of Wannahukalugie'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111326365925835580</id><published>2005-04-11T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:54:19.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>joke</title><content type='html'>so my bro had a good pun today...he was rapping and i told him he was white and he said he was an uhoh oreo...white on the outside, black on the inside. anyway just thought id share that. sin city rules! woot to violence, jess didnt like it much but hey. bartman..when i was talkin bout the god in the pledge thing, i was more talkin bout how ppl take too much offense at such little things, but i still think we should keep God. srry ive been updating soo much, i guess i actually have been thinkin bout a lot of stuff lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn the music up in the heaphones&lt;br /&gt;you can go ahead and brush those shoulders off&lt;br /&gt;i got you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111326365925835580?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111326365925835580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111326365925835580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111326365925835580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111326365925835580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/joke.html' title='joke'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111307560294356753</id><published>2005-04-09T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T15:40:02.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pohlice</title><content type='html'>so after 42nd street (which was great, even though im not usually a big fan of musicals) a few of us went down to friendlys, then spontaneously decided to head to rice and chill while eating our ice cream. it was a good time, all hangin out on top of my car, listening to pink floyd, watchin the stars. it was the kind of night that makes memories, then the pohlice showed up (yes i am aware im spelling it wrong) now, its not like we were doing anything wrong, at all, but this cop decided to be tough. he got all bitchy at us, i hate that cop. mark got very sketched out, he ran, although i dont know why, but he did. mark got in his car, started it up and was leaving as the cop was coming around the corner, but mark was heading twoards the cop and was forced to stop. that could have been why the cop was soo bitchy, but he really had no reason to, i hate that cop, we were having good (clean) fun and he had to ruin it for us, boo to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111307560294356753?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111307560294356753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111307560294356753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111307560294356753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111307560294356753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/pohlice.html' title='pohlice'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111257949534201828</id><published>2005-04-03T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:51:35.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>open your eyes</title><content type='html'>our generation is messed up. like seriously, no other generation has had a higher suicide rate, since when is killing yourself better than living life? since when are drugs, alcohol, and sex a way of escape from reality? since when is it ok to have a child at 15, and then die at 21? no one experiences life anymore, were all blinded by the television and the drugs that our parents put us on to make us act grown up, these kids are like fucking 5 years old, theyre supposed to have energy. since when are we so afraid of religion and God (any God, who cares which one you believe in) that we cannot mention His or Her name in a pledge, or say a quick prayer before a game. Since when are we so concerned about not offending people, that we take away traditions that were part of everyones childhood except ours, since when are we so scared that our nation wakes up in fear every morning of another terrorist attack, were so scared that we poured billions of dollars into an new government agency when we could just educate the ignorant, and console the grieving. since when are we so fucking apathetic that only half of registered voters ever get up to vote for the people who make descisions in our country. since when is it fucking ok to start demanding more school and work on an already overstressed population. since when is it ok to start a war in a country for oil when our economy sucks, when we could spend that money researching fuel cell cars, when we could spend that money on paying companies to keep jobs in the US and not outsource. why do half of all married couples divorce? since when is censorship so great that our younger siblings do not even know what a troubled era they are growing up in, many dont even know what a terrorist is because they are so sheltered in their middle class suburbian homes. since when does that media control our lives so greatly that individuals develop an opinion based on a single news report, which in all cases has a political swing because the politicians do not care about the population anymore, they care about saving their own asses and furthering their political career. since when are the democrats so liberal and the republicans so conservative that people vote based on their views of one single issue. since when is it not okay to express the religious principles that our country was founded on. no one even fucking cares, our hypocrite parents are handing over a fucking mess to us, that we will not be able to fix because no one cares enough, they wont even lleave us enough social security to support ourselves when were old and weak. but why the hell should i care, im just a sheltered middle class suburbanite, its not like i walk alone, or mabye i do, our generation needs to open its eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111257949534201828?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111257949534201828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111257949534201828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111257949534201828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111257949534201828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/04/open-your-eyes.html' title='open your eyes'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111231226209317535</id><published>2005-03-31T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T18:37:42.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>livejournal</title><content type='html'>so no offense to kim and jenny (even though she has a blog) but this is all you guys ever say right here:&lt;br /&gt;i love running...running is fun...i went on a run today and it was magical...like seriously you guys dont know...ow my knees....and back...but like it was just a great experience...and reggie and meets and weismanning and i love running lalala. stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111231226209317535?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111231226209317535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111231226209317535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111231226209317535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111231226209317535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/livejournal.html' title='livejournal'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111144971464706145</id><published>2005-03-21T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:01:54.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>ok well i have found a partial new passion in life...music...it just touches somewhere that i cant explain, and not like all that pop shit, like real music, classic, rock, blues its just awesome when you hear a great song...so ill prolly start guitar lessons to give me something to do in the spring, plus every girl thinks john mayeris wic ked hott, so i figure playin guitar cant hurt. also if you want an example of how rock and rap can be fused into a good song, because most crossovers suck (ie eminem and aerosmith, jay-z and linkin park, etc) listen to Sum 41 and Ludacris doing Get Back, great rock/rap, anyways thats all for now&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111144971464706145?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111144971464706145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111144971464706145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111144971464706145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111144971464706145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111126897668876786</id><published>2005-03-19T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T16:49:36.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i actually have nothing to talk about, i dont know, but my life feels incomplete&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111126897668876786?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111126897668876786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111126897668876786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111126897668876786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111126897668876786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-actually-have-nothing-to-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-111024574349370124</id><published>2005-03-07T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T20:35:43.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ode</title><content type='html'>Ode to my sucky compter&lt;br /&gt;o computer if only words could describe how sucky art thee&lt;br /&gt;your constant viruses and popups fill me with glee&lt;br /&gt;when i buy $200 ipod and cant put music on it&lt;br /&gt;well sometimes i just want to burn you, dammit&lt;br /&gt;you have frozen for the millionth time today&lt;br /&gt;why cant you play my games without delay&lt;br /&gt;and would it kill you to at least&lt;br /&gt;produce a clear image upon the screen, without any yeast?&lt;br /&gt;and your firewall doesnt seem like a tough quest to me&lt;br /&gt;i would happily hack it and leave you free&lt;br /&gt;to angry viruses and enlarging emails that encourage&lt;br /&gt;porn and cheap perscription for me and my entourage&lt;br /&gt;On my computer&lt;br /&gt;your suckiness has cause me to come up with many consensi about you&lt;br /&gt;most of which make me want to poo&lt;br /&gt;on you&lt;br /&gt;and throw goo&lt;br /&gt;and floo?&lt;br /&gt;too&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-111024574349370124?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/111024574349370124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=111024574349370124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111024574349370124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/111024574349370124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/03/ode.html' title='ode'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110937060935265771</id><published>2005-02-25T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:30:09.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i was listening to Holiday on the new green day cd, and i was thinking wow this really makes me feel like the world is messed up (which it is for those of you who dont know). so listen to it. also i think bush shouldnt critcize russia cause at least it is a demi-democracy, plus we need their oil, yeh....oil...black gold....the substance which cripples our economy etc...we really should be less dependent on that stuff...hmm if i invented some sort of cell that ran on hydrogen and oxygen and put it in a car....id be rich...so i wonder why the person who did doesnt make it more efficient and do that....hmm mabye the automobile and oil companies pay them to keep that technology on the dl....hmmm. also who wants to be my date to prom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110937060935265771?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110937060935265771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110937060935265771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110937060935265771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110937060935265771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-i-was-listening-to-holiday-on-new.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110798219955302841</id><published>2005-02-09T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T15:49:59.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>republican</title><content type='html'>i think that i may have to go republican on your asses, because in the words of ben franklin "too much liberty creates more bondage." and because some of my views/ideals of democracy are more republican then democratic. but in no way do i support the bush administration, especially condoleeza rice who is singlehandedly destroying our relations with any foreign country that we do not control or that is not in deep debt to us (britain, france, the rest of eastern europe, oh wait everyone but britain forgot that) i give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110798219955302841?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110798219955302841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110798219955302841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110798219955302841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110798219955302841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/02/republican.html' title='republican'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110766072025896780</id><published>2005-02-05T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:32:00.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>condoleeza</title><content type='html'>somebaody fucking shoot fucking condoleeza rice, she s going to fuck up what is left of our realtions with like half of europe. who the hell made her fucking secretary of the fucking state? oh yeh bush, she should not be our chief diplomat, the us has to realize we cant fucking dictate to the world and keep being so ignorant about other people. fuck this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110766072025896780?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110766072025896780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110766072025896780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110766072025896780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110766072025896780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/02/condoleeza.html' title='condoleeza'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110675659553619441</id><published>2005-01-26T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T11:23:15.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow dfay</title><content type='html'>i love snow days, although it seems we should have has one on monday and not today, but anyway now i have to put off myquest to tak eover cana- o ive said tooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110675659553619441?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110675659553619441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110675659553619441' title='0 Comments'/><link 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bad when it burns/fries. green day is awesome!!! my sister thought that they spoke english with a funny accent in india. talk about a typical ignorant person. guess i should shun her, which wont be hard cause i do anyway. also rachael (starbard) i must speak with you on monday. ok peace out for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110643861330765976?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110643861330765976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110643861330765976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110643861330765976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110643861330765976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2005/01/midterms.html' title='midterms'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110462941910918994</id><published>2005-01-01T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T20:30:19.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate</title><content type='html'>this is what i hate: when certain guys think that they are the shit, except theyre not and no one like them, but they act like they dont care that no one likes them, even the girls that they hit on, plus these guys need to own up to their actions and mabye try thinking with their brains outside of the classroom. also they need to take a hint when they are being too immature or too horny for anyone to care or want to be around them anymore, seriously if some kids that i happen to know keep up their shit they may want to watch out because i will fuck them up, or at least fight them, although thats the dumb way to solve problems so i may not do that, but they will have to live with the fact that no one likes the way they act except narrow minded guys and /or sluts or girls who fall for their "caring and funny" attitude.&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note i have resolved this year to make no more resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110462941910918994?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110462941910918994/comments/default' title='Post 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gato es larga</title><content type='html'>She was standing on a corner, in a quiet snowfall, looking very small in a very large city. Across from her was an old city bar, the kind that only the lost seemed to know how to find. The patrons of this establishment rarely looked up from their drinks and so seemed not to notice the young woman.&lt;br /&gt;Now the bartender of the bar had been working in there longer than anyone could remember. He believed in nothing except his bar and his cash register. He had never married, never took a vacation and as a matter of fact, had never been seen out from behind his counter by most of his patrons. He was there when they arrived and he was still there when they left. He gave no credit and for seventy-five cents, served shots of un-watered whiskey to people who used their drinks like a moat around their lives. For them, he provided a safe, unchanging world.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the door opene wide and into this world walked a small child. The bartender could not remember the last time that a child had been in this place, but before he could ask the child what he was doing there, the child asked him if he knew that there was a girl outside their door who could not get home. Glancing out the window, he saw the girls standing across the street. turning back to the child the bartender asked him how he knew this. The child replied "That on this night of all nights, if one could be home, they'd be already there."&lt;br /&gt;The bartender looked back twoard the young woman as he reflected on what the child has said. After several seconds of thought, he slowly went over to the cash register and removing most of the money, came out from behind the bar and followed the child across the street.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the bar watched as he spoke with the girl. After a few moments, he called over a cab, put the girl inside and told the driver: "JFK airport" AS the cab pulled away, he looked around for the child, but the child was gone. And what was stranger still, even though his own tracks leading from the bar were still clearly marked in the snow, the child's were nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;returning back inside, he asked if anyone had seen where the child had gone, but like himself, no one had, for they also had been watching the departing cab. And then, some would later say that the most miraculous thing of all happened, when for the rest of the night, no one paid for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, the angel returned back to heaven and placed in the Lord's hand, the wish of a soul for the happiness of another. And as the heavenly host looked on, the Lord smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is what Christmas is all about. Not the fancy presents, or the commercialism, or Santa Claus. It is about rembering who is truly special to us in our lives and wishing for the happiness of others. Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110375168605083106?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110375168605083106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110375168605083106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110375168605083106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110375168605083106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/su-gato-es-larga.html' title='su gato es larga'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110347187371998941</id><published>2004-12-19T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T10:57:53.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El maiz esta muriendo!!!!</title><content type='html'>It was Christmas Eve and the Lord looked down from above at all His children. It had been nearly 2,000 years since the birth of His son and turning to His youngest angel the Lord said"Go down to earth and bring back to me the one thing that best represents everything good that has been done in the name of this day."&lt;br /&gt;The angel bowed to the Lord and spreading his wings, descended from heaven to the world of man, all the while contemplating his mission. So much had been done in the name of hnoring the brith of Christ. For this day, wars had temporarily ceased, cathedrals had been built, and great novels written. With so little time, what could he possibly find to represent all this?&lt;br /&gt;As he soared above the earth, he suddenly heard the sound of church bells below. Their tone was so beautiful that they reminded him of the voice of God.&lt;br /&gt;Looking down, he saw a small church whose bells were ringing out the carol, Silent Night. As the final note died away, it was replaced by on elone voie singing inside the church. It was shortly joined by a second voice that embraced the first in perfect harmony, and then another and another until a choir of voices rose through the night.&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted by the magic of what he was hearing, the angel found himself listening until the song was finished. As he resumed his flight through the night, he was delighted to hear these sounds everywhere, from the largest cities to the smallest villages. He heard melodies from massive orchestras, and in the voices of single soilders alone at their post. And any place he heard these songs, he found hope in the hearts of men.&lt;br /&gt;Grasping the song out of the air, he held it in his hand (angels are able to do this) and thought that mabye these songs could be the one thing that best represented Christmas. They seemed to give voice to man's greatest joys as well as hope to those deepest in despair/&lt;br /&gt;But, though at first glance it appeared to be the answer he sought, his heart told him that this music alone was not enough. There had to be something more. So, he continued his flight through the night until he sudenly felt the touch of a father's prayer on its way to heaven. Once again looking downward, he saw a man who was praying for his child whom he had not hear from in a long time and who would not be home that Christmas. Seizing upon the prayer, the angel followed it until it reached the lost child......to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110347187371998941?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110347187371998941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110347187371998941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110347187371998941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110347187371998941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/el-maiz-esta-muriendo.html' title='El maiz esta muriendo!!!!'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110299305347878784</id><published>2004-12-13T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T22:08:25.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>leg warmers continued (as if they needed to be)</title><content type='html'>ok well umm i guess ill touch on this subject of 'fashion' 'conscious' people. (notice the two seperate quotation marks indicating my dislike of ethier of those words, or the phrase in general. umm well i was goanna leave this as a comment in petes blog but it got long. first off, all these people that talk about being fashion conscious and whatnot are really just idiots. the stuff that fashion companies sell to you guys is not actually that fashionable. seriously leg warmers=devil. but yeh, fashion companies are advertising things, and the weak minded sheep that follow their magazines are just pouring money into their sweatshops and such. fashion companies advertize a product, and those fashion conscious people out there believe that this is the new trend. its actually just genius advertising. by gettin a lot of people to believe that this is the new trend then they create the trend because everyone goes out and spends ridiculous amounts of money on clothes that make you look like you are going to the gym to workout in the 80s. also a high percentage of the population does not wear the 'in' clothes, because they realize that &lt;strong&gt;they dont&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;look good&lt;/strong&gt;. also by spending your $100 on purses and $80 on sweatshirts you are essentially contributing to slave labor and an executives million dollar hoe trophy wife. personally, i have never even set foot in abercrombie, or gap, etc and dont plan to. PAC SUN ALL THE WAY. wear whats comfortable , not fashionable, and think for yourself for once. you can care about your looks without having to buy the in stuff, which is actually not in the mainstream, you guys just want to feel important, far be it from me to stop you. also surfs goanna be big on sat, so im hittin up ruggles beach, if anyone wants to join, double overhead guys, bring a wetsuit. mahalo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110299305347878784?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110299305347878784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110299305347878784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110286602523431952?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110286602523431952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110286602523431952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110286602523431952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110286602523431952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/halosacnd.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110278681139274939</id><published>2004-12-11T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T12:40:11.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>genghis blog</title><content type='html'>because of my innate fear of all things conquerable....i must ally myself with genghis blog.....and ima put a cool picture up about it as soon as someone tells me how to get it into my template...and to also edit my template for a cool new look....also adam p, i think that rachael b's blog will soon qualify for a hostile takeover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110278681139274939?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110195406934341398</id><published>2004-12-01T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T21:21:09.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well...thoughts</title><content type='html'>so ive been thinking a lot lately, which is somethin i do you know. and i decided a few things. first off my sister is a total bitch, dont even argue cause u dont hafta live with her. ok now it gets deep....hold your breath....keep holding it .................................. ..................................................................................... ...... ok now breathe and read: i think that we live life too fast, like ferris bueler said" if you dont stop around and look once in awhile you might miss it", true dat, so ima goanna try to jus enjoy the fact that i am living with a fully healthy body, and stuff like that. like seriously i mite hafta convert to buddhism jus to take it slower, school takes up too much of our childhood, thats why people are so messed up and so uptight these days, they missed out on their childhood and teen years because they were concentrated soo much on honor roll and stuff like that, i mean sure you hafta get good grades and all that but a C every once in awhile because you decided to go out and enjoy life instead of studying would definately be worth it. so lighten up. also people need more comedy in their lives, many people are just way tooo uptight. also sprinting around on skates is very freeing, you should try it sometime, heres a lil poem that i wrote bout it:&lt;br /&gt;when we soar upon our wings of steel&lt;br /&gt;we will show you that, yes, man was meant to fly&lt;br /&gt;and as i fly down upon you&lt;br /&gt;you will realize that the red in your jersey&lt;br /&gt;matches the fear in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110195406934341398?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110195406934341398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110195406934341398' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110195406934341398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110195406934341398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/12/wellthoughts.html' title='well...thoughts'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-110100017012853467</id><published>2004-11-20T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T20:22:50.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys srry i havent updated in awhile. i have to say that thank god for adam (bartman type) for gettin me the ps2, otherwise i would have nuttin to do with my life, jk. but anyway...gooo gettin fantellified every day. also the other day in history class was total feelings of MOSNAR. if u dont get it then tough, but yeh. umm im very confused right now, i donno y. mine and rachael b, and bartman's health class is awesome long blocks, goo blood pressure raising debates. anyway have fun and setbaid. yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-110100017012853467?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/110100017012853467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=110100017012853467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110100017012853467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/110100017012853467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/11/hey-guys-srry-i-havent-updated-in.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109943677718803992</id><published>2004-11-02T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T18:06:17.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ughghh</title><content type='html'>i have nuttin rly to say. other than i suck at relationships and school is the absoulute devil in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109943677718803992?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109943677718803992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109943677718803992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109943677718803992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109943677718803992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/11/ughghh.html' title='ughghh'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109814282668586560</id><published>2004-10-18T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T19:40:26.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>backwards</title><content type='html'>so during my insanely boring ccd class i was thinking about words. like i started looking at words backwards and came up with some very funny words. so everyone else should try it. also relationships are complicated, anyway heres some examples. (oh yeh btw some have to do with religion since i was in ccd, and go baseball, im goanna rule!!!, well mebbe not but i try) and also say them out loud, theyre funnier that way&lt;br /&gt;-yahweh:hewhay&lt;br /&gt;-father: rehtaf&lt;br /&gt;-ransom: mosnar &lt;- incidently this became a word in mine and adams world.&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109814282668586560?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109814282668586560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109814282668586560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109814282668586560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109814282668586560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/10/backwards.html' title='backwards'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109744740144752776</id><published>2004-10-10T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:30:01.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>homecoming</title><content type='html'>woot to homecoming. it was a sweet time. mostly hung out with adam, emily, jenny, and hecox, which was fun. goo aviator sunglasses mark. so yeh i had a kickin good time and i hope everyone else did. righ tnow i am really tired, me and matt and schmere stayed up till like 3 watchin family guy then got up at 6 to watch some more. also i went to see the new pure hockey, not that you guys care, but it is holy shit sweet. 1,00 sq ft of pure hockey!!! dream for me. also, canadians suck at hockey, like they're good when they're older but the kids can't play to save their frozen asses. ok anyway woot to homecoming and see ya guys, peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109744740144752776?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109744740144752776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109744740144752776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109744740144752776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109744740144752776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/10/homecoming.html' title='homecoming'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109701914388761016</id><published>2004-10-05T19:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:32:23.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so homecoming is coming soon, yay for that. im havin people over before if u guys wanna come, but only if you dont have dates, b/c the people with dates can do their own thing, unless your adam, then ill think bout it. so if u wanan come talk to me bout it soon. also i really hate school, it blows my dick like a cheap chinese whore. boo to that. also why does amber insist on trying to write on my arm, i mean seriously i dont want your crap on my arm if you want to write on someones arm do it to yours. and i had somehting else to comment on but i forgot what it was, shoot. anyway sorry this was a little bitchy, but hey i gotta vent sometimes. in other news, BOB MARLEY FOR PRESIDENT (can a dead guy be president?). so im going to go watch the vice presidential debates, i wanna see cheny have a heart attack from getting all worked up over the "iraqi intelligence" etc. peace out, oh yes someone has to help me install haloscan because i cant do it for some reason or another, but until that happens just deal with the multiple pages to get to the comments section and comment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109701914388761016?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109701914388761016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109701914388761016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109701914388761016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109701914388761016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-homecoming-is-coming-soon-yay-for.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109668885620099754</id><published>2004-10-01T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T23:47:36.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>soo</title><content type='html'>sooo now its october, homecomings coming soon!!! woot to that. also i get my licence on the 21st, another woot. thats just in time to go see the green day concert. woot. and ill leave oyu guys with things you can say to your dog, but not your girlfriend: (woot to that)&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do? Am I going to have to rub your nose in that?&lt;br /&gt;2. Come&lt;br /&gt;3. Im going to give you a nice bath then a big bone&lt;br /&gt;4. Grab the ball&lt;br /&gt;5. get off the mailman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109668885620099754?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109668885620099754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109668885620099754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109668885620099754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109668885620099754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/10/soo.html' title='soo'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109622020745155132</id><published>2004-09-26T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T13:36:47.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fucker</title><content type='html'>ok well this weekend was awesome friday and sat but now it sucks on sunday cause no one is around to do n e thin. also my dad is an asshole alot. hes goanna give himself a heart attack cause he gets so mad and tense all the time. i got a cool cactus, that was fun. uhh yeh thats about all i hafta say except that school really blows and i think that once im out of college im goanna try and do something that lets me be a beach bum with  a killer pad near the water but that i can easily get away from, if that makes any sense, because todays society is too dam strict. oh yeh green days new cd rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109622020745155132?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109622020745155132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109622020745155132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109622020745155132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109622020745155132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/09/fucker.html' title='fucker'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109597253006989921</id><published>2004-09-23T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:48:50.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fgg</title><content type='html'>ok so seriously i have like the most boring schedual in the world, cept for spainish and history, i mean i almost fall asleep everyday. fantelli is an idiot, fox is mind numbing, and engineering we dont do anything new, ahhh i hate it. oh yeh humans were not meant to sit around all day trying to dispute wether or not 2+2=4. we're supposed to be out doing something active, wonder how so many people get fat hm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109597253006989921?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109597253006989921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109597253006989921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109597253006989921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109597253006989921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/09/fgg.html' title='fgg'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109555433815358339</id><published>2004-09-18T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T20:38:58.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hhh</title><content type='html'>well i slept over sharkies house with trav and we had some very long discussions about religion, nudity, humans in general. i thought id share a theory i kinda came up with with you guys. so here goes: every natural disaster, sickness, and other weird death realted things are caused by something in this world trying to make up for the human population. cause think about it (i kno i stole this part from the matrix, but hey its true) were like a virus. we go into an area, destroy what is already there then build our own stuff and multiply then spread again. were the only aniamls on earth that do that. some plants mebbe, but everything else adapts to what is there, not destroys it. so all in all the earth is trying to kill us to like cope with what were doing to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109555433815358339?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109555433815358339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109555433815358339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109555433815358339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109555433815358339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/09/hhh.html' title='hhh'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109520471977177307</id><published>2004-09-14T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T19:31:59.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok well ive realized a couple of things over the past week. first off our hist class is perty cool (ie parison and rachael b) also that kenny klayman is never in his classroom when i need him to be, but i finally got some driving time schedualed. also that although mrs.dubzinski is kinda crazy shes a relif from my boring teachers. (ie fantenelli, fox, anderson, and uhh prolly someone else). and lastly how much i hate haloscan cause i cant figure out how to put it in my blog (angry shaking of fist directed in the general direction of haloscan) ok so here's a song that i wrote in mrs. foxs long block class today, because she is boring as all hell, uhh its about realtionships falling through and the intial love fading away. comments are more than welcome. so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Phenix (the name of the band i want to start) &lt;strong&gt;As The Feeling Fades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days on the beach&lt;br /&gt;Nights inside&lt;br /&gt;watch the fire burn&lt;br /&gt;AS i lay by your side&lt;br /&gt;The feelings fly through my headas the fire dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;WE wish for more&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;youre walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;and as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;we think about the past&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you again&lt;br /&gt;Made me burn inside&lt;br /&gt;Days come flashing back&lt;br /&gt;The nights side by side&lt;br /&gt;Wishing we would soon be again&lt;br /&gt;AS we were before&lt;br /&gt;But again the wall is there&lt;br /&gt;makes love lives a chore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;we wish for more&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;youre walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;we think about the past&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(why didnt we try)&lt;br /&gt;what made you cry&lt;br /&gt;(why didnt we try)&lt;br /&gt;before we split&lt;br /&gt;(why didnt we try)&lt;br /&gt;To fix it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;we wish for more&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;youve walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;You leave me thinking bout the past&lt;br /&gt;as the feeling fades&lt;br /&gt;i wish the would last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109520471977177307?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109520471977177307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109520471977177307' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109520471977177307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109520471977177307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-well-ive-realized-couple-of-things.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109459089139944486</id><published>2004-09-07T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:01:31.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so im pissed at mis parentes because they are dumb. first off i think my dad called my gay so if i were bigger than him, hed be in the hospital right now. no offense to the gay population, but im straight and i dont appreciate being called gay by my parents. also my parents wont let me get a cell phone unless i get above a b in all my classes this term, and if in any other term i do worse than a B (ie B-) i cant use it till next report card, how dumb is that. also i hate mr.klayman because he's never around so i can't schedual driving time, which i would like to so i can get away from my parents and go do fun stuff. umm school sucks major balls. my luches are ok but my classes suck, except ap. also i don't know if this is true in the other ap class, but i've noticed that in mine and adam's class all the new kids take way too many notes and are like textbooks when they define things, hello people, think for yourselves that's what ap history's all about. yeh that pisses my off to no end. also in my last post i realized i used the word spiel, which i for one think is the coolest thing ever. also how do i get haloscan? cause i want people to comment more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109459089139944486?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109459089139944486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109459089139944486' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109459089139944486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109459089139944486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-so-im-pissed-at-mis-parentes.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109408085425881107</id><published>2004-09-01T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T19:29:02.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fake</title><content type='html'>ok so here goes fake livejournal style, but still...boo live journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[music: lostprophets]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[mood: eh]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so today was the first day of school, and i gotta admit i was kinda excited to see everyone but then when i got there i was like oh yeh...i remember why i was so happy to leave last year. pretty much my schedual sucks ass, except hist, which rules. umm i read rachaels (brill type) blog and i think that that is a great way to look at life. im goanna try to live part of that, well i kinda already do, cept i need to work on the whole if you like someone go after it without caring about the outcome thing, but the whole live life to the fullest is hard because todays world demands us to fit into a uniform which is dumb and it makes it hard to do the things we really want... for instance SCHOOL TAKES UP TOO MUCH FREAKIN TIME. uhh i was really glad to see everyone tat i hadnt seen over the summer, i didnt rly see kim tho :( but im goanna take up akido, or somethin liek that, i need to be more like chill with my life, cause theres too much stress around me. also everyone should go check out the art display near the office, cause my stool, with che gueverra is in it, so seriously go check it. also on ebay there are those lanc armstrong livestrong bracelets and people are bidding $12 on one bracelet that would normally cost them $1. what idiots, most people are like sheep, they just follow the mold, be a leader thats what makes people interesting when they break the mold. ok im done with that spiel, peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109408085425881107?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109408085425881107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109408085425881107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109408085425881107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109408085425881107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/09/fake.html' title='fake'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109399299757944125</id><published>2004-08-31T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T18:56:37.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so this is the last day before school so i am depressed, i mean i get to see all of my friends, but hey its school. also my parents officialy suck, they wont help me out paying for a cell phone even though i'd be paying for most of it and they always want to know where i am, so its kind of a double standard. yeh so today me and my two neighbors sat at the top of the road in hawaiian(?) shirts, shades, and cowboy hats while sipping tropical drinks in beach chairs as the kids who were goin to middle school left on the bus, it was fun and funny. anyway ill cya guys tomarrow peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109399299757944125?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109399299757944125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109399299757944125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109399299757944125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109399299757944125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-so-this-is-last-day-before-school.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109388213012767085</id><published>2004-08-30T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T12:08:50.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>so lately ive been depressed by the fact that school is starting soon. because other than the fact that i get to see my friends, i really dont enjoy it, i need to be more active for the eight hours that we're there. still hafta do my DBQ for history and the definitions, i had planned on getting it all done at the beginning of summer, but that never works out. umm i dont really have much else to say so c yall lata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109388213012767085?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109388213012767085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109388213012767085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109388213012767085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109388213012767085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109335410939957580</id><published>2004-08-24T09:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T09:28:29.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>strings</title><content type='html'>so heres the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182: Stirngs&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything and that'swhat scares me so bad&lt;br /&gt;don't want to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;don't want to go back to what I had&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to spend my life without&lt;br /&gt;all those special things&lt;br /&gt;don't want to walk around being tied to&lt;br /&gt;anyone else's&lt;br /&gt;Strings&lt;br /&gt; strings strings, strings&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything and that's&lt;br /&gt;what scares me so bad&lt;br /&gt;don't want to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;don't want to go back to what I had&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to spend my life without&lt;br /&gt;all those special things&lt;br /&gt;don't want to walk around being tied to&lt;br /&gt;anyone else's&lt;br /&gt;Strings, strings&lt;br /&gt;strings, strings&lt;br /&gt;Strings, strings&lt;br /&gt;strings, strings&lt;br /&gt;read the last post too, cause they go together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109335410939957580?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109335410939957580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109335410939957580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109335410939957580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109335410939957580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/strings.html' title='strings'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109335353867666738</id><published>2004-08-24T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T09:18:58.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i dont think the party at my place is goanna work out, sorry. i am very dissapointed in my parents, they lie...bitches. anyway i am way too busy b4 school starts, i still have my hist dbq, i need to get school supplies and clothes, and im workin wed, thurs, and fri. dammit. the only good thing is that holden days is coming, not that holden days in itself is totally fun, but ill get to see people who go, so go. umm anyone who plays paintball, talk to me bout comin over sat cause were goanna have a kick ass game, or anyone who is ineterested i might be able to hook you up. also i am feeling very confused about my feelings in a certain realtionship that involves me, like i dont really feel like being 'tied down' by someone, cause shit happens, but like i really care about this person, even though i might not show it, theres a blink 182 song that describes my feelings very well and ill post it whenever i can find the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109335353867666738?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109335353867666738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109335353867666738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109335353867666738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109335353867666738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-so-i-dont-think-party-at-my-place.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109285639160499791</id><published>2004-08-18T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T15:13:11.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok so i am in denial about school starting in two weeks. im not ready, but hey when are you ever ready to face something that wasts half your life and sucks? sand pit jumping is sweet. you should try it, or you should come over and watch the video of me and my friends doing it, the video is sweet. im pissed i cant go to emilys party, but i get to go surfing one last time this summer!!!, im goanna get a good pic and show you guys, just for the hell of it. umm im thinking about having one last big party before school starts, like the 27th or somethin, lemme know if that works. also listen to some lostprophets if you like rock, because its good music, well depends on your taste, but i like it, also what do you guys think about guys who are cocky about girls? personally i hate them. also if you havent seen a)pulp fiction or b) fight club you should see them, if you have seen fight club talk to me about it cause the movie is the shit. free hug to whoever thinks of which movie this quote is from "Sean, we're takin ya to the deepest darkest hole in all of Great Britain, there is no hope." (side not this post is in larger font per request of bartman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109285639160499791?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109285639160499791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109285639160499791' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109285639160499791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109285639160499791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/ok-so-i-am-in-denial-about-school.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109216471371779100</id><published>2004-08-10T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:05:13.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well i have a few thoughts to share with you people as of right now.  first i think cancer sucks major balls, and that it is definatley a good thing that people work so hard to find a cure. second (and you can find this in my profile) i hate how pregnant women feel like society owes them somethin. society owes you NOTHING, the reason is first it is natural to procreate and you are just making sure humans survive, evolve, rule the world, etc, no reason to be bitchy about that, second society didn't make you pregnant, your husband/boyfriend/lover/random guy at bus stop (i mean no?) did. they owe you, not society, also i do not care about what you say about the pain and stuff like that, its natural, i know it hurts, but i didn't make you pregnant, so go talk to your husband. third i have figured out why guys think about sex all the time. we need to always be ready to fertilize the egg that comes around once a friggen month, so we are always ready so when the egg is ready, we can fertilize it. ha now you can't blame a guy being horny on himself, its nature, some guys are just better at controlling it (like myself jk) than others. fourth i am happy that kim is back, and i hope to see you guys soon, just not at school. oh wait another thought, people should have figured out that oil prices would go up sonner. If you have a finite supply of something, and more people start to use it as it runs out, the price goes up as the demand goes up and supply drops. simple supply and demand economics people. ok peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109216471371779100?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109216471371779100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109216471371779100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109216471371779100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109216471371779100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-i-have-few-thoughts-to-share-with.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109191876254984838</id><published>2004-08-07T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T18:46:02.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i saw the bourne identity for the first time, and i hafta say what an awesome movie. so now i reallly must go see the bourne supremacy. hey did you guys know that august 14th is going to be tax free? no tax on stuff you buy, so like its the actual price, not plus 5% which is shibby. also i stole adams word. and i think bonfires are sweet. so anyway go shopping on aug 14th. i kno i will, wow that sounds like a commercial, sorry. anyway i'll leave you with a quote to read, whoever guesses who said it first, gets a special prize. "i think we've all arrived at a good place, emotionally...acumenically.........gramatically" peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109191876254984838?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109191876254984838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109191876254984838' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109191876254984838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109191876254984838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-i-saw-bourne-identity-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109132896497211885</id><published>2004-07-31T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T22:56:04.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>short</title><content type='html'>ok so this is goanna be short cause i dont have a lot to say. rhode island was very sweet, surfin was awesome, although i got rocked by a couple waves. apparantly im back from vaca, i wish i werent cause now i realize that we dont have too long till school (dammit) oh well... anyway how far are you ap kids on your summer reading? also read bartmans last post comments and you will see that i think we should start a war band and invade canada. so if youre in tell me, i figure about 20 ppl should be able to establish a foothold against the canadian army. so c ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109132896497211885?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109132896497211885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109132896497211885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109132896497211885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109132896497211885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/07/short.html' title='short'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109063745108140866</id><published>2004-07-23T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T09:47:07.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ADD</title><content type='html'>i am pissed. i think that ADD and ADHD are total bullshit. im sorry if any of you disagree but i really think that it is. these 'diseases' and their 'treatments' are just a way for parents to get out of watching their 'overactive' kids, who are just trying to be kids and kids are active. and these medicine that they inject into the kid is not doing them any good, the kids are still developing and the drugs dont help. also any kid has a short attention span, kids are just forced to grow up too fast in society today and their minds arent ready to pay attention in school for that long, and the teachers just cant put up with that. so any parent who thinks their kid has ADD or watev, SUCK IT UP, kids just need exercise, like puppies. and now i saw an ad for adult ADHD which is also total bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also im goin to RI for a week so ill cya next sat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109063745108140866?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109063745108140866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109063745108140866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109063745108140866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109063745108140866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/07/add.html' title='ADD'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-109009946368551456</id><published>2004-07-17T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T17:24:23.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy</title><content type='html'>ok so most of this post is bitching, but i do have good news, and i didnt just save a bunch of money by switching to geico, i got a 4 on my AP test yay for me! anyway now the bitching about my comp starts&lt;br /&gt;This is the convo in my head between me and Rise of Nations, which ive always wanted, finally got, but my video card isnt compatible.&lt;br /&gt;RON: hahah you suck, your video card does not support this game&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: dammit&lt;br /&gt;RON: why dont you get a good computer thats comaptible, not one that sucks&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: ummmmm&lt;br /&gt;RON: muhahaha i win&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: but but but, i was umm goanna go pillage less fortunate nations in my quest to CONQUER THE WORLD&lt;br /&gt;RON: looks like you wont be doin that, now will you?&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: i hate you&lt;br /&gt;RON: well boo frickety hoo, its not my fault that your video sucks my penis&lt;br /&gt;Video Card: dont be hatin&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: fuck off&lt;br /&gt;RON: youre just jealous cause youre a virgin&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: yes&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;now between me and my slow comp&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: why do you suck so badly all of a sudden?&lt;br /&gt;Comp: because GOd hates you&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: oh, well youre video card sucks&lt;br /&gt;Comp:.... (5 days later)....yes&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: yay i win&lt;br /&gt;Comp:.....(5 hours later) SYSTEM ERROR RESTART RESTART RESTART&lt;br /&gt;Brendan: dammit&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;hey wheres the video card on your comp anyway? and why does my comp suck so bad? and why am i still a virgin? oh wait last question was supposed to be an inner memo, yeh&lt;br /&gt;c yall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-109009946368551456?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/109009946368551456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=109009946368551456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109009946368551456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/109009946368551456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/07/bitchy.html' title='bitchy'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108976405680233832</id><published>2004-07-13T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T20:14:16.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>songs</title><content type='html'>adam and adam will remember my red journal from last year, like freshman year i mean. i was lookin through it today and it inspired me to write a song. so heres the song&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to the buzzing&lt;br /&gt;Memorys still fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;The girl by your side&lt;br /&gt;Last night, and still, your pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's perfect&lt;br /&gt;She's pretty&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies have left already&lt;br /&gt;When you found her&lt;br /&gt;There was no chance&lt;br /&gt;Until you asked her to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by&lt;br /&gt;people come, people die&lt;br /&gt;Twenty bucks in your pocket&lt;br /&gt;You won her heart&lt;br /&gt;Time flies by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendship was fun&lt;br /&gt;The benefits are done&lt;br /&gt;Love leaves as soon as it comes&lt;br /&gt;Apbrutly blindsided by a train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes perfect&lt;br /&gt;In every way&lt;br /&gt;The butterflies have left already&lt;br /&gt;Why can't she stay?&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its far from perfect but mebbe ill revise it later. ITs supposed to be about love that leaves as quickly as it came. wadya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108976405680233832?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108976405680233832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108976405680233832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108976405680233832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108976405680233832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/07/songs.html' title='songs'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108957979884978743</id><published>2004-07-11T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T17:03:18.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hockey</title><content type='html'>well to start off sorry my posts have been so infrequent, i have been busy. ill try to be better about it. soo sat was fun, i got to see kim...yay.. oh yeh and everyone else too. To bad i couldn't stay later, but the cookout was sick. Me and a couple of friends started a bonfire in an old grill and we sat out there until twelve jus puttin on wood and relaxin, talkin bout stuff. That was the most relaxed i have been for months, then our parents came out in a drunken stupor (margaritas +beer + seafood = funny) and made us go to bed. somethin about the fire at night was very relaxing and fun, im goin to invite you all over sometime and we can do it. i played hockey today for the first time in a long time, that was excitin, jus flyin around on the ice, exhilirating, i really think i should have been born with skates on my feet, its a very freeing feeling. i ordered a sweet new stick today, that should come in a few weeks, i cant wait. I also cant wait until i go to Rhode Island to surf and jus chill in a house on the beach, listenin to Jimmy Buffet sippin a soda, watchin the sunset over the water, that is heaven. If you haven't been to Block Island you should go, last time i went it was sooo beautiful, theres this bech called like Mohican CLiffs or somethin, but its the most beautiful place on the east coast, im seriously goin to have to like die there or somethin, that would be heaven. also The Very Best of the Eagles cd is great driving music. cy a guys lata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108957979884978743?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108957979884978743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108957979884978743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108957979884978743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108957979884978743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/07/hockey.html' title='hockey'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108924156605880042</id><published>2004-07-07T19:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T19:06:06.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gjfhkdj</title><content type='html'>sooo summers goin awesome. i went to someones 40th bday party, that was crazy, rutland fireworks, eh ok. weekend was fun, i went golfin today, i sucked, and we walked all 18 so ima sit for awhile. concert was fun, i forgot to put that in. in a couple of weeks im goin down to RI to surf and goin to block island, which has this beautiful beach that i want to live on. and umm i also think, now more than ever that looks dont matter too much as far as the opposite sex goes. i mean you dont want to go out with a shemale, but a decent person i fine by me. personality is big because if youre goin to hang out with someone for a long time. but again not a whale. also im goin to adams party on sat, big time fun rite there. (no sarcasm intended) hows everyone doin by the way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108924156605880042?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108924156605880042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108924156605880042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108924156605880042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108924156605880042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/07/gjfhkdj.html' title='gjfhkdj'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108836261695488387</id><published>2004-06-27T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T14:56:56.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20</title><content type='html'>gooo 20th post WOOT. yeh so todays umm sunday, im goin to a concert, and i get to teach little kids to swim next week. so other than that im leavin u with one of my many favorite quotes from PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN&lt;br /&gt;PIRATE:"I've heard stories, the Black Pearl leaves no survivors"&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW:"No surviors eh? I wonder where the stories come from then."&lt;br /&gt;PIRATE: puzzled look&lt;br /&gt;OH JD is awesome&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108836261695488387?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108836261695488387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108836261695488387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108836261695488387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108836261695488387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/20.html' title='20'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108821012457645728</id><published>2004-06-25T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T20:35:24.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>questions</title><content type='html'>so after two, count em, two requests to update i am doing so. summers been pretty cool so far. jobs fun, been hangin with friends, realxin actin all cool, playin some beebop outside of school. yeh so i have many questions on my mind right now, most of which can't be put down here cause they involve all sorts of crazy cats. i'm thinkin of growin my hair out, like a hockey hair cut, where the hair kinda curls out the sides of a hat, since i wear hats sooo much. my sister got back from quebec today, dam i was just gettin used to the quiet. anyway opinions on the new idea for a haircut would be cool. i was supposed to go to a party tonight but the ppl didn't call me so i guess im not, which is why im sittin here right now, srry no deep thoughts today. oh yeh also what do you guys think of dashboard confessional-i mean are they good? cause im goin to see them sunday. also sorry for my lack of grammar, i just let a stream of conciousness go when im writing this, ill try to improve, eventually. anyway if people want to do some stuff this summer call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108821012457645728?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108821012457645728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108821012457645728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108821012457645728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108821012457645728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/questions.html' title='questions'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108778718588779080</id><published>2004-06-20T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:06:25.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hunh</title><content type='html'>you know what the one question that really doesnt have a correct answer is? Its How do I look? when asked by a girl to a guy, if you say you look good, theyll be all like ure jus saying that and if you say they need to touch up their makeup skills then teyll be mad at you for hours...even days on end. so my grandparents came out from hawaii this weekend, theyre pretty cool, im sayin this now cause i dont remember meeting them, ever except when i was a baby, which i also dont remember, you know what else i dont remember...what i had for breakfast. i saw my cat throw up that was gross&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108778718588779080?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108778718588779080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108778718588779080' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108778718588779080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108778718588779080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/hunh.html' title='hunh'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108764980623489170</id><published>2004-06-19T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T08:56:46.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>well the class trip was pretty fun, i didnt get my shades tho, that sux. apparantly mike hates me :( anyway the boat was cool, food sucked, but we didnt get to do much in quincy market. umm go bob marley sing along!!! and i actually want to own like a clipper when im older and just sail the high seas like a pirate or somethin. argghhh just remember to watch out for ppl when youre pole dancin and u want to swing...also i know theyre there but i cant see them ahhhh (me in reference to the planes flying overhead) anyway i love that zoinks store and bein engrossed in old video games, so much so that i dont notice that everyone left, mike i wish ur comment werent so true, well jk, sorta but umm thats bout it im goin to wathc potc cause rachaels profile inspired me to do so peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108764980623489170?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108764980623489170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108764980623489170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108764980623489170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108764980623489170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/yay_19.html' title='yay'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108724926311067952</id><published>2004-06-14T17:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T17:41:03.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we were out playin wiffleball, cause its what we do and i found this super ball in some bushes when i was lookin for the ball, so i throw it at the house and it makes a wicked loud sound a rockets off the house, and it lands near the kids house it is, he picks it up and throws it into the woods and im like hey it was a superball, and he goes well it was dead anyway , and i go no it wasnt it flew pretty well off your house, it was funny. and then while this was going on my brother got attacked by a tree and got stuck in it so he hada fall backwards down a hill to get out and he stood up with like cuts all over, it was hilarious. well tomarrow is the last day of any classes (especially leschkes yay) then finals, then schools done! gooo class trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108724926311067952?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108724926311067952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108724926311067952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108724926311067952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108724926311067952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/so-we-were-out-playin-wiffleball-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108714576431494543</id><published>2004-06-13T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:56:04.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well ive been away this weekend, lifeguarding lil kids, which is fun cause i get to tan a lot. personally i think that raining ducks would be hilarious. also i hate the union, they take medicare and obra out of my paycheck..booo... damn union (grumble, mumble grumble). so i went out mini golfing fri nite and like it wasnt a date, but i pretended like it was and i was able to be myself because i wasnt thinkin about it(thanx to your guys advice) so that was cool. also personally i think anyones (guys answers) to girl problems is self confidence, confidence is sexy, and i think that girls would agree, so guys self confidence are your key words in this post. ummm...i needa pee hold on...ok im back...wait why am i writing about what i am doing at this ver y moment? (stops to ponder) anyway, finals are comin so that means schools almost over, yay! summer rules, so im goanna go eat lunch, hasta la vista baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108714576431494543?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108714576431494543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108714576431494543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108714576431494543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108714576431494543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-ive-been-away-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108714498774578026</id><published>2004-06-13T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:44:32.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ahahahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style='font-family : Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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EMilys up with me cause shes doin it too, but shes not done, ahahaha/ anyway it being late, me hyped on caffine and listening to Stairway to Heaven has lead to some deep thinking. First of all i hate choices when it comes to things like love and stuff like that. So like that whole Matrix idea of youve already made the choice, youre just hear to understand why you made it, yes i know exact quote and i havent seen the movie in like 6 months, anyway it kinda gets me thinking. if that true then why do we agonize over the coices we have to make, weve already made them so our lives will just reflect that choice, and if weve already made the choice, then we shouldnt agonize cause we cant change the choice weve already made, and that being said we just hafta stop agonizing over choices and try to understand why we made the descision weve already made, can you see where im goin? like if i hafta choose between two girls for instance, i shouldnt be trying to choose someone and asking myself which one should i choose, i should just go with what my gut tells me and then try to understand why i did it. get it? well then im jus goin with my gut instinct on descisions from now on and then im goanna try to understand why  i made those descisions, instead of agonizing over deciding. ...and shes buying a stairway to heaven&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108692544801987108?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108692544801987108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108692544801987108' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108692544801987108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108692544801987108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/okay.html' title='okay'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108689542125417392</id><published>2004-06-10T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T15:23:41.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>monty python</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jackee/1037956010_h-arms-off.jpg" border="0" alt="blackknight"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Running away?  You yellow . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jackee/quizzes/What%20Monty%20Python%20Character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Monty Python Character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108689542125417392?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108689542125417392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108689542125417392' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108689542125417392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108689542125417392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/monty-python.html' title='monty python'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108673687104393257</id><published>2004-06-08T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:57:08.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok well its tuesday, it sucks still cause were not out of school. yeh lotsa ppl are depressed these days...well thats it for that thought, ummm my parents are stupid cause they like never let me have any time alone with like friends because they seem to suspect me of something. the class trip will be sweet, supposedly someone rly wanted me to go but adam wont tell me who (angry shaking of fist. also when people complain about how nobody likes them in their blog they find out someone had a crush on them so... i hate how nobody likes me, mebbe that will work.scheneways my parents wont take me to get rise of nations cause they think i spend too much time on the comp anyway, which isnt true, but they are jus puttin off the inevitable. we had tacos for dinner, jus thot id let you kno, they were good. so today i was gettin all worked up over schoolwork and stuff so i went for a walk through the woods with my dog, and it was so peaceful, i wish life could be like that, humans could learn a lot from nature. so i kinda jus sat there on a hill lookin over this pond and admired the beauty while my dog ran around sniffin at stuff, i think thats as close to heaven as we can come, so now im all relaxed and feelin good which is...good. so song of the week cause i said so is LAST TRAIN HOME by Lostprophets&lt;br /&gt;One! Two! Three!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To every broken heart in here&lt;br /&gt;Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared&lt;br /&gt;She told me that it's all part of the choices that you make&lt;br /&gt;Even when you think you're right&lt;br /&gt;You have to give to take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you're listening&lt;br /&gt;Picking up on the signals&lt;br /&gt;Sent back from within&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it feels like I don't really know whats going on&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Forget the sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I can be on the last train home&lt;br /&gt;Watch it pass the day&lt;br /&gt;As it fades away&lt;br /&gt;No more time to care&lt;br /&gt;No more time, today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason&lt;br /&gt;To ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we sing if we're going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing if it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing without a reason to ever fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we sing&lt;br /&gt;If we're going no where&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we sing&lt;br /&gt;If it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;And we sing&lt;br /&gt;Sing with out a reason to never fall in love&lt;br /&gt;To never fall in love again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108673687104393257?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108673687104393257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108673687104393257' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108673687104393257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108673687104393257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/ok-well-its-tuesday-it-sucks-still.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108665345259129370</id><published>2004-06-07T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T20:10:52.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>skewl is not kewl</title><content type='html'>well saturday blew, sunday was fun, mon blew, its a pattern. im goin on the class trip, thatll be excitin, whats with the cruise tho, i mean what r we goanna do on the boat "sightsee", also again i needa go see movies ergo i will on fri or sat if, vis a vis i will not be here on fri or sat concordantly you will not be able to contact me at home so if you would like to reach me on my cell, buy me one. ooo man that was good, i used ergo, vis a vis, and concordantly in the same sentence yay for me. i need a girlfriend who like isnt wikked attached, like since we see each other in school every day (depending on who) we dont feel the need to go everywhere toghether, or call each other all the time, some of the time jus not all, also i dont like girls that r really clingy in school, cause like it gets boring sometimes, like were goin out, we can be fine with that without havin to be all over each other, that we can save for when were alone. anyway thats like my ideal girl if anyone wanted to know. leschke blows my balls, and well thats about it, also i hate guys who think they can get any girl they want and talk about the girls like they are just fondling over them, like cause theyre really not and anyone with a brain could see that. i hear the new harry potter movie is good. anywho im done for now peace out my homies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108665345259129370?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108639367495457125</id><published>2004-06-04T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T20:01:14.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>well schools gonna be over soon, im excited, cept i have three projects that are due june 11 that i havent really started, hey rach&lt;strong&gt;ael&lt;/strong&gt; fun convos about people touchin people, yay. anyway here i am on a fri nite with nuttin to do cause no ones goin out, so im ponderin the meaning of life and stuff like that (at least im not looking up stats about communism and capitalism adam) but n e way heres my song of the week that kinda has some explanation about where the world is headed so here goes mofuckers &lt;br /&gt;Blink 182: Anthem Part II&lt;br /&gt;Everything has fallen to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Earth is dying help me Jesus&lt;br /&gt;We need guidance, we've been misled&lt;br /&gt;Young and hostile, but not stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate leaders, politicians&lt;br /&gt;Kids can't vote, adults elect them&lt;br /&gt;Laws that rule the school and workplace&lt;br /&gt;Signs that caution, sixteen's unsafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to see this through&lt;br /&gt;we never wanted to be abused&lt;br /&gt;We'll never give up, it's no use&lt;br /&gt;If we're fucked up you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this trainwreck burn more slowly&lt;br /&gt;Kids are victims in this story&lt;br /&gt;Drown our youth with useless warnings&lt;br /&gt;Teenage rules: they're fucked and boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to see this through&lt;br /&gt;we never wanted to be abused&lt;br /&gt;We'll never give up, it's no use&lt;br /&gt;If we're fucked up you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has fallen to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Everything has fallen to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to see this through&lt;br /&gt;we never wanted to be abused&lt;br /&gt;We'll never give up, it's no use&lt;br /&gt;If we're fucked up you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108639367495457125?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108639367495457125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108639367495457125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108639367495457125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108639367495457125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108629615391353939</id><published>2004-06-03T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T16:55:53.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long</title><content type='html'>well this week had been long and boring, pretty much this girl turned her old boyfriend gay ( i hafta be careful bout wut i say cause u neva know whos watching) yeh he likes to touch boys boobs now, which is weird cause he does it in the hallway to me all the fricken time, n e way i had a lot of good thoughts about what to put on here today in school, i just forgot them, adam that movie in history was pretty good i thought, so my new theory is that since i don't have any money i don't have a girlfriend cause like it costs so friggen much to go anywhere so i can't ask anyone out because i dont have the money to pay for them, which i would do cause im a gentleman, also sometimes high schoolers are way toooo emotional, and hookups with dirty girls are baaad (yes i did it once, but im a reformed person, i need to get my drivin time in so i can get my license in july, and adam when i get rise of nations ima beat you, and i need to go see shrek 2 and harry potter and chronicles of riddick, so anyone who wants to come well do it, go to the movies i mean, not really do it, unless youre mike then mabye, no jk, but tell me what you think about volleyball, sport or no, i think its a demi-sport, like its a sport cause you compete and you exert yourself physically, barely, but like its volleyball, n e way whats your opinion on it? also i just did this post in two sentences, i dont know if leschke would like my grammar skills but i thought it was cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108629615391353939?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108629615391353939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108629615391353939' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108629615391353939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108629615391353939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/06/long.html' title='long'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108596945360802617</id><published>2004-05-30T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T22:10:53.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is really my post for monday but im sittin here sunday nite with stuff to write bout so here goes. i hate the idea of desiny, we shape our own future, there is always a chance for us to fail, but conversley there is always hope, i don't like the idea that someone has already planned out my future, hence me not believing in destiny. i believe in karma (the whole you get what you deserve kinda thing). assholes will have assholeish things happen to them, good people will have good things happen to them. i believe in luck, except you get lucky because someone is out there watching out for you, not because you as a person are lucky. also i believe that there is a time for you to go, you cannot be afraid of death for that reasone, because you have a time to go, you may not necessarily be ready, but you cannot be afraid because there is a reason for you to go, which kind of contradicts the whole not believing in destiny but there's always exceptions to the rule. i also believe that it is possible to be released from fear, but first you must admit what you are afraid of and deal with it by yourself, no one will do it for you. i believe in true love, i just haven't found it yet. on the whole death thing, death is the last great adventure because no one really knows what it is like, it is a discovery for us all. Also to have knowledge is a collection of intelligence of known facts, to be wise is to admit that you know nothing. We as humans know nothing, we have destroyed our environment because we know nothing. Think about how much we don;t know: we have discovered 1.5 million different speicies of animals in the world. by looking at bugs from one tree in the amazon you could discover 20 new species, so we probably havent dicovered another 5 million species of things on the earth. doesn't that make you feel small? just because you are small does not mean you cannot have an impact in this world or the next, strive for excellence, live for the day because tomarrow it will be gone, also takes chances because if we never took chances how boring would life be? so thats it for now, oh yeh that cool girl that i was talkin bout, men whores, ugh, haha, but yeh ill talk to him for ya if thats wut u want so he'll leave you alone, i didn't before because i thought he stopped, o and he's really not comitted to you at all, i'll tell ya y if you don't already kno bout sat nite, n e way keep bein you b/c you is cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway peace&lt;br /&gt;b rendan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108596945360802617?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108596945360802617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108596945360802617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108596945360802617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108596945360802617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-this-is-really-my-post-for-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108594847682748309</id><published>2004-05-30T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T16:21:16.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeh so i was at my sisters soccer tornament all friggen mornin, that was broing, i hit 80 on the highway tho, that was fun. ive got a need for speed, kinda. yeh so today i dont really have anything to say cept go calgary!!! and always take chances because if you don't then you will never know what could have been. for rizzle my nizzle you twizzle sizzle for schizzle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108594847682748309?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108594847682748309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108594847682748309' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108594847682748309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108594847682748309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/05/yeh-so-i-was-at-my-sisters-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108584541476693578</id><published>2004-05-29T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:43:34.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok soo immm baack, up at figgen 6 am this mornin doin my blog thing cause i finished die hard last nite and i forgot to put my semi daily song in it, and i found out some other stuff from the wikked cool girl i was talkin bout b4, like i dont rly kno her, but would like to get to, jus like friends, but mebbe more later if we felt like it, and i hate bein confused on life and love too. but n e way ignore my pre actually wakin up babble and heres the song: RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like i don't have a partner&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like my only friend,is the city i live in&lt;br /&gt;The city of angels&lt;br /&gt;Lonely as i am&lt;br /&gt;Together we cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive on the streets cause shes my companion&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the hills cause she knows who i am&lt;br /&gt;she sees my good deeds and&lt;br /&gt;she kisses the wounded&lt;br /&gt;and i never worried, now that is a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont ever want to feel&lt;br /&gt;like i did that day&lt;br /&gt;take me to the place i love&lt;br /&gt;take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;and i dont ever want to feel &lt;br /&gt;like i did that day&lt;br /&gt;take me to the place i love&lt;br /&gt;take me all the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe that theres nobody out there&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to believe that im all alone&lt;br /&gt;at least i have heard of the city&lt;br /&gt;she loves me&lt;br /&gt;lonely as i am together we cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108584541476693578?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108584541476693578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108584541476693578' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108584541476693578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108584541476693578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/05/ok-soo-immm-baack-up-at-figgen-6-am.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108584455724497633</id><published>2004-05-29T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T11:29:17.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love reading peoples inner thoughts, but thats prolly cause i have so much time to do it cause i need a life. Have you ever like seen something, or been somewhere so beautiful you don't want to leave or have it go away? Cause if you have then youre cool like me, or somethin like that. n e way, when i get older im goin to some beautiful place like a deserted beach in hawaii and im jus goanna live the rest of my life out there. Wow i have absolutely nothin to do this memorial day weekend (loser...cough..loser). how bout shrek 2 anyone? oh man i have way too much due on june 11th, hist final, final english project, art project wow. yeh so nuthin rly new has been goin on in school rite now, boring as all hell tho. oh yeh i gotta write this quote down by Billy Waters in our bio class when we were talkin bout how mutation can make you sterile (downs syndrome stuff) after we learned bout it Billy goes "I wish I were sterile" i was like wtf mate?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108584455724497633?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108584455724497633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108584455724497633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108584455724497633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108584455724497633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-love-reading-peoples-inner-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108570704371870062</id><published>2004-05-27T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T21:17:23.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So umm why can't i act like myself around girls? I mean seriously, im like wikked funny around my friends that are girls and (not to sound conceded, they told me) they really like me, but anytime i like a girl i just cant be myself. any tips would be appreciated. This summers goanna be fun, surfing in RI, campin in maine, hockey, got a job. I get my license soon, thatll be sweet.Lacrosse season is finally over, what a relif. &lt;br /&gt;Song of the week&lt;br /&gt;BOX CAR RACER: There Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I faintly remember breathing on your bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;Where i laid and told you but you sweared youd love me more&lt;br /&gt;Do you care if I dont know what to say?&lt;br /&gt;Will you sleep tonight or will you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Will I shake this off, pretend its all ok&lt;br /&gt;That there's someone out there who feels just like me, there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108570704371870062?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108570704371870062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108570704371870062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108570704371870062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108570704371870062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/05/so-umm-why-cant-i-act-like-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108552642406518047</id><published>2004-05-25T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T19:07:04.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well these past few weeks in school have been okay. MCAS are over yay! I met this wicked cool new girl, cept i wish i knew if she was into dating me cause she just got hit on by this wicked horny boy who wanted to make hanging out in making out. Anyway high school kids- wow theyre weird sometimes. My friends rule as always. I need summer!! Surfing, beaches, money, thats where its at. Stanley cup finals start tonight, sweet! Go Clagary since Boston lost in the first round (dammit). have you ever thought about life, like why were here, how badly are we messing things up? I think that the Matrix could really happen, like were progressing twoards being able to make people think that the virtual reality they are experiencing is real, someones goanna try it. If not, we may already be in it, and the system will just reset before we invent the technology to create one. Go Wachusett&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108552642406518047?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108552642406518047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108552642406518047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108552642406518047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108552642406518047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-these-past-few-weeks-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7111494.post-108552552877347218</id><published>2004-05-25T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T18:52:08.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay</title><content type='html'>Cool i just made my blogg. Is that how you spell it? I was doin an enlgish paper and got bored so i decided to try it out. Well cool then. Go see the boat tent in troy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7111494-108552552877347218?l=bdogg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/feeds/108552552877347218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7111494&amp;postID=108552552877347218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108552552877347218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7111494/posts/default/108552552877347218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bdogg.blogspot.com/2004/05/yay.html' title='Yay'/><author><name>B Dogg</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00041217271220902334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
