<?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-7000650</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:03:56.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scottyville USA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7000650.post-109199120722619269</id><published>2004-08-08T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T11:56:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blogger Era Comes to an End</title><content type='html'>Well, that's it, I've had it. I am here by fed up with blogger, and so this very morning I started a Live Journal.   Now, I'd be happy to provide a link to my new Live Journal, but as if to underscore the reasons for my seperation from Blogger, the links system doesn't seem to be working properly.  Therefore I will simply tell you that my Live Journal user name is scottybasu08, the same as my AIM sn.  This decision has been a long time in coming, and hopefully now I will be more accesable to the world at large, assuming of course the world at large gives a damn anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, to the world of blogger I bid a fond farewell. May this site stand forever as a monument to a self expression experiment gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-109199120722619269?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109199120722619269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109199120722619269' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109199120722619269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109199120722619269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/08/blogger-era-comes-to-end.html' title='The Blogger Era Comes to an End'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-109183212550789015</id><published>2004-08-06T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T15:43:57.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Update</title><content type='html'>Hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me that I'm long overdue for a blog. Let's see here, what to talk about..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm thinking about abandoning blogger, I used to really like it, but now it seems most of my friends are on either xanga or lj. Also, blogger has stopped letting me post pictures for some reason, and it's really pissing me off. So here's a question to pose, should I decide to give up blogger, should I go with a lj or a xanga. Let me know your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money pisses me off. I've got enough to last me a little while, but with college looming large, I'm sure my funds will shrink rapidly, which means that within the next six weeks or so, I'll be needing a source of income, namely a job. Now I know I've been talking about getting a job for an eternity and never did, but this time is different. My basic living costs here at home are covered by my parents, but truth be told they're both extremely broke, to the point that our last shopping trip had to be covered on the credit card cause we couldn't afford it; so I won't get much help from either of them when it comes to day to day expenses. ASU's having a job fair the week before term, and I think I'm going to go with Dustin to check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, considering I had no idea what I was going to say when I sat down to type this, I typed and awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-109183212550789015?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109183212550789015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109183212550789015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109183212550789015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109183212550789015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/08/another-update.html' title='Another Update'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-109147655888694192</id><published>2004-08-02T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T13:07:07.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Time</title><content type='html'>Alright, it has occurred to me that my blog has become a little usuless, so it's about damn time I took time to create a good blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.directoryofsandiegobusinesses.com/image/shamu%20the%20killer%20whale%20in%20san%20diego%20aquarium.jpg/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to put a picture right there, but i won't know if it worked until this post is published, so i apologize if it doesn't. It's supposed to be a picture of shamu, on account of I went to San Diego a few days ago. It was fun. Our car broke down in the middle of the dessert on the way there, so we had to get towed back to town and then rent a car. I spent far too much time in the sun, and some of my sunburns still haven't healed three days after the fact but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has occured to me since returning that life can be a real bitch sometimes. Now, I'm not talking about my life, which up till this point has been quite good, and for which I am extremely greatful, I'm talking the lives of others. Now granted that pain is a normal part of life, without pain there would be no hapiness, but the distribution of pain seems a little unfair. Why should I get to sit on my ass and type a stupid blog like this, while a million people my age and younger have to work there asses off, making the shoes I wear, in some cramped and swealtering factory, in some far off country for an hourly wage that can't even by them a big mac at McDonald's? And do I even have a right to complain about life's injustices? I mean, what the hell have I done to turn the tide and improve the lives of others? Not a damn stupid thing, so i guess I should just shut the hell up, and enjoy my air conditioned house and cable TV and stop complaining about some one elses problems if I don't have the decency to try and help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, if life is a test of character, I think I'm sure to fail. I don't know who the hell I'm kidding, I'm woefully unprepared for life in the real world. I'm not sure exactly why I haven't bothered to look for work, not that I necissarily need work right away, but it would certainly be a good experience for me. I'm not sure what is that scares me, maybe I'm still clinging to my old life and don't even realize it. At any rate I have enough money to pay my basic expenses for the first month of school or so, afterwards I don't know what I'm going to do. I guess I'm waiting for something to fall out of the sky like it always does for me. Maybe its time I learned another life lesson, you have to look for life rather than letting life come to you..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-109147655888694192?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109147655888694192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109147655888694192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109147655888694192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109147655888694192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/08/blog-time.html' title='Blog Time'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-109132194901368686</id><published>2004-07-31T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T17:59:09.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back, and clearly you all missed me very much considering the loades of comments I got on my blog.  Oh wait..........I didn't get any comments (sigh).  But oh well, I'm back.  Perhaps tomorrow I'll do something cool on my blog for once (seeing as I'm too tired at the moment) and then see if anyone gives a shit.  Probably not, but I guess it's worth a try.  I think I'm missing the point anyways, bloggers' more for personal use than caring if anyone bothers to read your posts.  But yeah.......ok.......I'd tell ya'll how the trip went, but who really cares anyways?   So that's it........I'm done blogging.........If you read this last sentence it won't tell you anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-109132194901368686?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109132194901368686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109132194901368686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109132194901368686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109132194901368686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/typical.html' title='Typical'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-109098245334843260</id><published>2004-07-27T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T19:40:53.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Here I Come</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm off to San Diego tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I'll be there through saturday.&amp;nbsp; Don't shed too many tears, (yeah right).&amp;nbsp; Catch yah on the flip side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-109098245334843260?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109098245334843260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109098245334843260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109098245334843260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109098245334843260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/california-here-i-come.html' title='California Here I Come'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-109065181252181348</id><published>2004-07-23T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T23:50:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looooser</title><content type='html'>Alright, let's face it.&amp;nbsp; I'm a terrible friend.&amp;nbsp; I've only seen two of my friends all summer.&amp;nbsp; Who's fault is this: mine.&amp;nbsp; Why I don't show a little effort, and try and get together with some of these incredibly awesome people, I don't know.&amp;nbsp; Not that I've heard from many of them, but then I don't really give people any really good way to get a hold of me.&amp;nbsp; So, sorry guys.&amp;nbsp; I'm a real looser and I know it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I'm sure I'll see em all soon, I plan to be at the first TC meating of the year, just to drop by and say hi.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Till then, I will continue to be a loser as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&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/7000650-109065181252181348?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109065181252181348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109065181252181348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109065181252181348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109065181252181348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/looooser.html' title='Looooser'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-109046116394142443</id><published>2004-07-21T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T18:52:43.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not So Fast</title><content type='html'>Now, I've gotten some criticism for posting my phone number online yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Now, this is a risky thing to do, I will admit, but there are two good reasons why I'm not particularly worried:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I never answer my telephone anyways, so anyone calling would probably get my machine.&lt;br /&gt;2.) I don't think there's anyone who reads my website that I don't know anyway, and I see no reason why anyone would, you pretty much have to know me to understand half the shit I talk about anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let the prank calls begin, I probably won't pick up the phone anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-109046116394142443?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109046116394142443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109046116394142443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109046116394142443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109046116394142443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/not-so-fast.html' title='Not So Fast'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-109038741659928229</id><published>2004-07-20T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:23:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Low</title><content type='html'>Strange coincindence today.&amp;nbsp; A person calls our house and asks for Scotty.&amp;nbsp; But, as it turns out, I'm not the Scotty she is asking for; she is asking for her son, which by incredibly strange coincidence happens to have the exact same name as I do.&amp;nbsp; It would have been one thing if she had asked for Scott, there's quite a few Scotts in the world; but no, she asks for Scotty.&amp;nbsp; Turns out she was dialing his number (785-2228), and I guess she must have pushed an extra five in the middle by mistake and got my number (785-5222).&amp;nbsp; Strange coincidence, and the highlight of my day.&amp;nbsp; Pathetic, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-109038741659928229?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/109038741659928229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=109038741659928229' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109038741659928229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/109038741659928229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/new-low.html' title='A New Low'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-10900040410210931</id><published>2004-07-16T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:54:01.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those Days</title><content type='html'>Today has not been a great success for me so far, and it isn't even noon yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I did something that I'm not proud of.  There are far worse things I could have done I suppose, but the point is I probably cost somebody a good deal of money, and didn't have the common desency to take responsability for it.  I mean it was just an accident, but still, very immature of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a karmic retribution note my lap top computer apears to be totally fried, which is a very bad thing indeed.  I love that little computer, it's the one thing that keeps me sane.  So if I start acting iratable and a little crazy, keep it in mind.  Oh well, tomorrow is another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-10900040410210931?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/10900040410210931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=10900040410210931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/10900040410210931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/10900040410210931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those Days'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108984466300320331</id><published>2004-07-14T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T22:15:29.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homer Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://origin.midaddle.com/adView.aspx?requesturl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.simpsonscrazy.com%2Fhomer%2F33.gif&amp;mac=43d1638c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe......Yeah, I kinda feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108984466300320331?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108984466300320331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108984466300320331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108984466300320331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108984466300320331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/homer-days.html' title='Homer Days'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108952356837519848</id><published>2004-07-10T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T22:26:08.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Quiet on the Western Front</title><content type='html'>Now, I know that you've all been waiting on the edge of your seats for me to update, having not done so in nearly a week.  The reason for this silence is rather simple: I really have nothing at all to report.  I have accepted that my life is as dull as they come, and am determined to enjoy it, being as I will be back in school in a little over a month, and wishing, I'm sure, for these quiet days to return.  Until then I will resign myself to lounging blissfuly about the house, without a care in the world.  So, until I return to the world of the mildly interesting, be patient, my blogs may start becoming few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108952356837519848?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108952356837519848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108952356837519848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108952356837519848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108952356837519848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/all-quiet-on-western-front.html' title='All Quiet on the Western Front'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108905325670941180</id><published>2004-07-05T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T11:47:36.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shadow of who I used to be</title><content type='html'>This weekend was fairly good, as weekends go for me I should say.  Here's a play by play:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see Spider Man 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://origin.midaddle.com/adView.aspx?requesturl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.cnv.co.il%2Fdude%2Fpics%2Fspider-man2.jpg&amp;mac=43d1638c"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good movie, but I don't think it was really worth all the hype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Spidey 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see ebs in &lt;em&gt;The One&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://userpic.livejournal.com/15918586/3431336"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a hip-hop show about the life of Jesus.  I thought it was good, considering the fact that I am neither a christian, nor a fan of hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sprint car races with my cousin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nationalspeedsportnews.com/images/uploads/Sprint_Cars_Page_resize.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, got the testosterone flowing.  Saw fireworks a day early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks at the park:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ruidoso.net/visitors/images/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was kind of hoping that I met see a friend or two there, but I wasn't holding my breath.  So I'm sitting there, the fireworks are just about to start, when one such friend comes and plops herself right in front of me, completely at random.  What are the odds?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, not the most exciting weekend I've ever had, but considering how dull my life has gotten lately, I'll take anything I can get.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later  Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108905325670941180?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108905325670941180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108905325670941180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108905325670941180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108905325670941180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/shadow-of-who-i-used-to-be.html' title='A Shadow of who I used to be'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108888280086025278</id><published>2004-07-03T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T12:26:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week (Monday-Friday) by the Numbers</title><content type='html'>Number of Turkey Sandwiches Consumed: 8&lt;br /&gt;Number of Corn Dogs Consumed:7&lt;br /&gt;Number of time I turned on my Playstation:11&lt;br /&gt;Number of Old episodes of Conan Obrien watched:7&lt;br /&gt;Number of Chapters read from &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/em&gt;: 30&lt;br /&gt;Number of Hours spent outside the house:9&lt;br /&gt;Number of Hours spent &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; the house:111&lt;br /&gt;Number of trips to AMC:2&lt;br /&gt;Number of friends talked to in person:2&lt;br /&gt;Number of friends talked to online:5&lt;br /&gt;Number of friends I've seen (other than Ebony and Dustin) since June 1:0&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I wished I had a girl friend:7or8&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I was glad I didn't have a girl friend:7or8&lt;br /&gt;Number of constructive things I did:0&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I was happy I had nothing constructive to do:too many&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I felt guilty about not going and finding something constructive to do:too many&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I stayed up passed midnight (late for me):2&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I felt guilty about staying up passed midnight:2&lt;br /&gt;Number of times I had to remind myself than I'm an adult and I can stay up as long as I damn well please:2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108888280086025278?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108888280086025278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108888280086025278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108888280086025278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108888280086025278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/07/my-week-monday-friday-by-numbers.html' title='My Week (Monday-Friday) by the Numbers'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108864002022731101</id><published>2004-06-30T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T17:00:20.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding</title><content type='html'>Awww, who am I kidding?  I mean really?  My perdicament isn't going to be better a month from now than it is right now.  I should just go look for a job the really old fashioned way and stop whining.  And let's face it, even if I did have a car, I probably still wouldn't go out and look for a job because I'm a lethargic lazy person.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logic:  "Go get a job, lazy ass."&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "No, I don't have a car yet."&lt;br /&gt;Logic:  "That's not the point and u know it!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Well, what's the hurry?"&lt;br /&gt;Logic:  "There isn't one; but I know your reasons, it's not because your taking your time, your stalling!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "I hate when you're right.  Go away!"&lt;br /&gt;Logic:  "Fine, but in a month when I come back and say 'I told you so,' don't get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was gonna see spider man 2 today, but got re-scheduled for friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://barros.rusf.ru/films/posters/spider_man_2_2004_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really looking forward to this one.  Got a 95% on &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes &lt;/a&gt;.  Don't think I've ever seen a movie rated that high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108864002022731101?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108864002022731101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108864002022731101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108864002022731101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108864002022731101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/hiding.html' title='Hiding'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108840155450251392</id><published>2004-06-27T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:45:54.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get political</title><content type='html'>Went to see Farhenheit 9/11 today.  I thought Michael Moore could have done better, but what he did suceed in doing was putting a human face on this war.  I watched a mother get down on her knees and cry because she lost her only son when his helicopter was shot down in, guess where, Iraq.  I watched an Iraqi women screeming at a camera, because she had attended seven funerals for family members as a result of the US bombing campaign. This war is destroying lives, and for what?  This war was supposed to make us safer, but now people hate us more than ever, and hate is the fuel of terrorism.  We were supposed to liberate the Iraqi people, but they live in fear, fear of us! Let's face it, whatever George W. intentions starting this war may or may not have been, he's gotten us into something, that I don't know how in the hell we can get out of, and until we do, more mothers will have to lose sons and daughters, to what I now consider to be a lost cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108840155450251392?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108840155450251392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108840155450251392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108840155450251392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108840155450251392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/lets-get-political.html' title='Let&apos;s get political'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108828160886872126</id><published>2004-06-26T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T13:26:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn I Hate Being Me Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Saturday, tonight is Saturday night.  Thanks to poor planning I have absolutely nothing to do.  Good job me!  I should start planning these things in advance.  I haven't seen most of my friends in a month, I should hang with them.  Oh well, next weekend I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108828160886872126?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108828160886872126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108828160886872126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108828160886872126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108828160886872126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/damn-i-hate-being-me-sometimes.html' title='Damn I Hate Being Me Sometimes'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108813230711377175</id><published>2004-06-24T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:58:27.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>Movie most looking forward to this weekend:  Farhenheit 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/custom/32/10004132.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite movie ever: The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/19/EMPIREAREPR.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Actor: Tom Hanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.parliament.ge/~diana/h-392.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song: Superman by Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nyrock.com/img/2001/fiveforfight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Soda: Mountain Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.variousa.com/gallery/mountain%20dew%20jr5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite President: Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.staceysstuff.com/images/finger.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JK: Teddy Roosevelt (I still love Billy though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newgenevacenter.org/portrait/roosevelt-t.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005N836.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108813230711377175?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108813230711377175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108813230711377175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108813230711377175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108813230711377175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108804420235544697</id><published>2004-06-23T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:30:02.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, there's nothing wrong with my site, look down below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108804420235544697?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108804420235544697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108804420235544697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108804420235544697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108804420235544697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/no-theres-nothing-wrong-with-my-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108803565870119787</id><published>2004-06-23T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T19:28:31.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>Man!!! Am I bored.  Now, there are plenty of constructive things I could be doing at this moment, however, I'm not in the mood for something constructive, I'm in the mood for something fun.  You know, fun, it's that thing that people have, however, I can't seem to think of any fun activity to occupy myself, so I'll just sit here bored, typing a completely pointless blog entry.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fatali.servebeer.com/~ilkka/bush/Anti%20George%20W.%20Bush%20Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that fella?  Don't like him much.  This whole war thing that's supposed to make us safe is costing huge sums of money, not to mention hundreds of Americans, and probably thousands of innocent Iraqis (I'm not saying all Iraqis are innocent, some got what they deserved) lives.  And for what?   By being there in the first place we've made the world hate us even more than they did before, and hate is what fuels terrorism in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.realchange.org/kerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that fella?  I don't even really like the guy.  He can't seem to decide what he believes in, and he's got about as much charisma as a carrot, but I'm voting for him anyway, on the grounds that it's either him or double-yuh, and forced to choose, I choose Kerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7000650-108803565870119787?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108803565870119787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108803565870119787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108803565870119787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108803565870119787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108785667046738662</id><published>2004-06-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T15:24:30.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Old Shit</title><content type='html'>I find myself still caught up with the same thing I've been caught up with for almost two months now.  I've tried to put it all behind me, but as the song says, "there is always something there to remind me."  I want to go back to doing theater, that always took my mind off things.  Oh well, I'd like to tell you what it is that is obsessing me so, but certain visitors to this sight might get embaressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.screensaverjapan.com/holiday/rcoasters/rcoasters.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one am fascinated by roller coasters.  And yet I will never ever ride on one, they scare me.  Interesting paradox, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108785667046738662?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108785667046738662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108785667046738662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108785667046738662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108785667046738662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/same-old-shit.html' title='The Same Old Shit'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108771153727221871</id><published>2004-06-19T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-19T23:05:37.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck with Me</title><content type='html'>It is on nights like tonight that I am reminded of all the things in this world I dislike about my self.  On this fine Saturday evening I ventured forth to see a movie.  To cut straight to the chase, I had a nice time.  A &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; time.  It seems like every time I try and go out and do something fun, I end of having a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; time.  Perhaps you are asking what is so wrong with having a nice time?  Nothing is wrong.  Nice times are, well, nice.  But, let's face it.  People don't go out to have a nice time; they go out to have a &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; time, a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; time even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who is to blame for this rash of nice times?  It's me that's to blame.  The simple fact is I'm not a fun person.  Fun people are spontanious.  Anyone who knows me can tell you that there are many words to describe me, but spontanious isn't one of them.  And  so I am a dull person.  I mean take this web journal for instance, there is only one person that I am aware of that visits it on anything resembling a regular basis.  Why?  Because no one cares, and why should they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always known that I am a dull person, it's a curse I've carried with me my whole life.  In recent years I fooled myself into thinking I had broken the curse, but I realize now that I am as dull as I ever was.  I guess I'll just have to get used to that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hereby apologize to anyone who ever tried to hang out with me, I wish I was a better person to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108771153727221871?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108771153727221871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108771153727221871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108771153727221871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108771153727221871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/stuck-with-me.html' title='Stuck with Me'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108759882255349618</id><published>2004-06-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T15:47:02.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make up your mind already!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the end of another week in the life of me.  I have to say with honesty that this was probably the most un-eventfull week of my entire life.  With the exception of a trip to the movie theater on wednsday night, I haven't ventured forth from my house.  Yes, yes, I knew I said I would be getting a job in the near future, but my entire purpose for getting a job is to pay for a car, but it's hard to find and hold a job when you don't have a car in the first place, and with both parents struggling financially it doesn't look like I'm going to get much help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite website, and one I've used heavily this week: &lt;a href="http://www.bored.com"&gt;www.bored.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish I had a girl friend, but at this point I wouldn't be able to spend much time with her (unless of course, she had a car :-)), so I guess I'm better off doing without.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108759882255349618?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108759882255349618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108759882255349618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108759882255349618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108759882255349618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/make-up-your-mind-already.html' title='Make up your mind already!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108736068080307867</id><published>2004-06-15T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T21:38:00.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Layers of me</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I stole this from my friend.  What?  She does it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nine layers of Scott &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Name: Scott Tomas Ballou&lt;br /&gt;-- Birth date: April 23, 1986&lt;br /&gt;-- Birthplace: Fountain Valley, California&lt;br /&gt;-- Current Location: Phoenix, Arizona&lt;br /&gt;-- Eye Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Hair Color: brown&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: 5'11"&lt;br /&gt;-- Righty or Lefty: Righty&lt;br /&gt;-- Zodiac Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LAYER TWO:&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Heritage: European, with a slight touch of Native American&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Weakness: Social Anxiety&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Fears: Bees, Talking to Strangers, Living a Meaningless Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Your Perfect Pizza: Mushroom, mmmmmmm, mushroom, ahhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;-- Goal You'd Like To Achieve: Be happy in life (so far so good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER THREE:&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most overused phrase on AIM: hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;-- Your thoughts first waking up: Wish I had a girl friend&lt;br /&gt;-- Your best physical feature: Not a clue&lt;br /&gt;-- Your bedtime: ten or eleven pm-ish&lt;br /&gt;-- Your most missed memory:Times spent with MPTC kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FOUR:&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoke: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Cuss: Shit yeah&lt;br /&gt;-- Sing: Absolutely not&lt;br /&gt;-- Take a shower everyday: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Have a crush: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Do you think you've been in love: hmmmm....I'm going out on a limb and say, Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to go to college: Yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;-- Like high school: Loved it&lt;br /&gt;-- Want to get married:Only if it's to the girl of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;-- Beleive in yourself:Yes, but I also recognize my limits&lt;br /&gt;-- Think you're a health freak: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Get along with your parent(s): Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Like thunderstorms: Love them&lt;br /&gt;-- Play an instrument: No, played the trombone once upon a time though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER FIVE:&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you:&lt;br /&gt;-- Drank alcohol: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Smoked: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Done a drug: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Had Sex: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Made Out: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone on a date: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone to the mall?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten an entire box of Oreos: Currently working on that one&lt;br /&gt;-- Eaten sushi: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Been on stage: No, (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;-- Been dumped: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Gone skating: No (do i sound boring enough yet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SIX:&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;-- Played a game that required removal of clothing: no&lt;br /&gt;-- Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Been caught "doing something": No &lt;br /&gt;-- Been called a tease: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Gotten beaten up: No&lt;br /&gt;-- Shoplifted: NO&lt;br /&gt;-- Changed who you were to fit in: Never ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER SEVEN:&lt;br /&gt;-- Age you hope to be married: Don't know, play it by ear&lt;br /&gt;-- Numbers and Names of Children: Hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;-- Describe your Dream Wedding: Vegas baby, jk, I'll let &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; decide&lt;br /&gt;--How do you want to die: I'm going to die?&lt;br /&gt;-- Where will you go to college: I'm going to ASU, go sun devils, fork you&lt;br /&gt;-- What do you want to be when you grow up: Actor possibly, or any other career that helps my life ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER EIGHT:&lt;br /&gt;In a guy/girl...&lt;br /&gt;-- Best eye color? Don't pay much attention to eyes, so it doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;-- Best hair color? Once again, not something i pay attention to &lt;br /&gt;-- Short or long hair: shoulder length&lt;br /&gt;-- Height: Shorter&lt;br /&gt;-- Best weight: as long as they're less than 150 and not annorexic, makes no difference&lt;br /&gt;-- Best first date location: Who cares?  A date is a date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAYER NINE:&lt;br /&gt;-- # of drugs taken illegally: zero&lt;br /&gt;-- # of people I could trust with my life: more than i probably should&lt;br /&gt;-- # of CDs that I own: less than five, i listen to music on my computer&lt;br /&gt;-- # of tattoos: 0&lt;br /&gt;-- # of scars on my body: 1&lt;br /&gt;-- # of things in my past that I regret: I'd like to say zero, but one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrigt, that's me in a nut shell, not that anyone &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&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/7000650-108736068080307867?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108736068080307867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108736068080307867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108736068080307867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108736068080307867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/nine-layers-of-me.html' title='Nine Layers of me'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108718506514628727</id><published>2004-06-13T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T20:51:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoy making political figures dance for your amusement?  &lt;a href="http://www.dancingbush.com/"&gt;Check this out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108718506514628727?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108718506514628727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108718506514628727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108718506514628727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108718506514628727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/enjoy-making-political-figures-dance.html' title=''/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108709120477402041</id><published>2004-06-12T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T18:46:44.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to the good life?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm home.  The trip was relaxing.  My grandparents are starting to show their age, but they're still pretty vibrant all things considered.  I'm a little glad to be back.  No internet access for two weeks, and three tv channels, one of which was pbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, what have I returned to?  My mom is now officially moved out of the house, and she took half the furniture, my sister, and my brother with her.  I'm living with my step dad.  He offered to let me stay with him, but I get the distinct feeling he's starting to regret extending that invitation.  I've got no source of transportation, no job, and it's hard to get a job without a source of transportation, and it's hard to get a source of transportation without a job.  What the hell am I gonna do?  I've never found myself in such a dilemma.  I'm sure I'll find away out, but how?  God I don't know what I'm living for anymore, it's rather depressing.  There must be a light at the end of the tunnel, but I can't see it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm seriously thinking about ending this blog altogether, it only serves to help me rant and rave about the world and who wants to hear that shit anyway.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping for better days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&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/7000650-108709120477402041?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108709120477402041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108709120477402041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108709120477402041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108709120477402041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/06/what-happened-to-good-life.html' title='What happened to the good life?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108606159256154255</id><published>2004-05-31T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T20:46:32.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leavin' on a jet plane.......</title><content type='html'>Alrighty guys, tomorrow it's off to the east coast.  Won't be back till June 12.  Now, I know you're all going to miss me, but I don't want any tears now, I'll come back, I promise. ;-)  Anyway, I'll miss you kids......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108606159256154255?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108606159256154255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108606159256154255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108606159256154255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108606159256154255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leavin&apos; on a jet plane.......'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108595752773158476</id><published>2004-05-30T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:52:07.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Lost</title><content type='html'>Well, after seven years of marriage, my parents are splitting up.  It comes at an ironic time in my life.  My life was already in the process of changing, now it's changing completely.  I'm okay I guess, I'm a wee bit lonely today, I'm already starting to miss hanging out with all my friends.  I guess I'll have to go get a job to keep me occupied, which really is a crappy trade off.  Oh well, I guess it's time to go and be a grown up, and there's no never land to run away to either.  Don't take life for granted, you never know when it will change on you.  I'm opptomistic I suppose, I have faith that things will turn out eventually, it just might take a while.  Till then, I'm just along for the ride, which is strange because I'm in the driver's seat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.lyrics007.com/Five%20For%20Fighting%20Lyrics/Superman%20Lyrics.html"&gt;Superman&lt;/a&gt; by Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108595752773158476?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108595752773158476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108595752773158476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108595752773158476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108595752773158476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/paradise-lost.html' title='Paradise Lost'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108585336482288082</id><published>2004-05-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T10:56:04.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World Domination</title><content type='html'>Last night was fun.  Went to sports night, five people showed up.  Went to Ryan's house, watched T3, tricked George, and ate pizza.  Went to Sam's house, played risk, tryed to do something mean to Taylor, didn't work.  Stole a garage sale sign and put it in front of Ryan's house.  All in all a great night.  I'm going to miss nights like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like kangaroos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.drjean.org/html/monthly_act/act_2002/pix_2002/oct_02/kang_resting.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be out of town in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108585336482288082?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108585336482288082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108585336482288082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108585336482288082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108585336482288082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/world-domination.html' title='World Domination'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108572099384965500</id><published>2004-05-27T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:09:53.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen going on Thirty</title><content type='html'>Well, it is over.  I have graduated from high school.  It is a strange thing to suddenly find yourself totally free after thirteen years of public education.  Tomorrow is quite litterally the first day of the rest of my life.  I feel almost as if I have died and been born a new.  My old life is gone now, and I will miss it.  But, as I set out to explore an entirely new world, I find myself strangely un-afraid.  I don't know if it's because I am stupid, or if it is because I have picked up some profound wisdom that makes me realize that somehow everything's going to turn out fine.  It's probably the first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends I say thank you all, you have touched my life in ways you will never comprehend, especially one most special to me.  I love you all, I've had a wonderful life with all of you.  Stay cool, and stay in school.  Believe it or not, despite all the bull shit you've heard over the years, it actually is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108572099384965500?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108572099384965500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108572099384965500' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108572099384965500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108572099384965500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/thirteen-going-on-thirty.html' title='Thirteen going on Thirty'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108563541980346750</id><published>2004-05-26T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:23:39.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Wednesday, Tomorrow is the World</title><content type='html'>Well my friends tomorrow is the big day.  You would think that I would be thinking about that, but I'm not.  I'm obsessing about the same stupid thing I've been obsessing about for three weeks now.  I wish it would go away, and yet I just can't let it go.  Oh well.  Maybe if I just talk to someone about it.  Hmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness."&lt;br /&gt;                    -Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108563541980346750?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108563541980346750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108563541980346750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108563541980346750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108563541980346750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/today-is-wednesday-tomorrow-is-world.html' title='Today is Wednesday, Tomorrow is the World'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108554672516193563</id><published>2004-05-25T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T11:40:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Middle</title><content type='html'>Isn't post high school supposed to be fun?  I've been hanging out with my dad for the passed two days.  We never saw eye to eye sadly.  He's the most overly critical man i know.  One time he criticized me for peeling lettuce wrong.  Very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my sister's graduation yesterday at centenial.  Ro was there.  So was Mr. Kipper, the prick, he gave a thourougly boring speech on "purpose, pride, performance".  As if eighth graders know what any of that stuff is anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days and counting till graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108554672516193563?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108554672516193563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108554672516193563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108554672516193563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108554672516193563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/life-in-middle.html' title='Life in the Middle'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108543076485056478</id><published>2004-05-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T13:32:44.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week</title><content type='html'>Well, graduation is on thursday, and, if you will excuse my french, I am royally fucked.  Every thing is perfect, save for once extremely important detail, I forgot to order my cap and gown!!!!  And now I haven't the foggiest idea where to turn to get a cap and gown on three days notice.  I guess I could contact jostens, but they'd probably just laugh at me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, my life is in a period of complete change right now.  There is a song that pretty much sums it all up, courtesy of my friend Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin C - "Graduation (friends forever)"&lt;br /&gt;And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking times will never change&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we leave this year we won't be coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause we're on a different track&lt;br /&gt;And if you got something that you need to say&lt;br /&gt;You better say it right now cause you don't have another day&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down&lt;br /&gt;These memories are playing like a film without sound&lt;br /&gt;And I keep thinking of that night in June&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much of love&lt;br /&gt;But it came too soon and there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;And then we got real blue&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home talking on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;We'd get so excited, we'd get so scared&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1:As we go on, we remember&lt;br /&gt;All the times we had together&lt;br /&gt;And as our lives change, come whatever&lt;br /&gt;We will still be, friends forever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money&lt;br /&gt;When we look back now, will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Will we still remember everything we learned in school?&lt;br /&gt;Still be trying to break every single rule&lt;br /&gt;Will little brainy bobby be the stockbroker man?&lt;br /&gt;Can heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Repeat 1&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?&lt;br /&gt;Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that this world would never end&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly it's like we're women and men&lt;br /&gt;Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?&lt;br /&gt;Will these memories fade when I leave this town?&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking it's a time to fly&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Repeat 1 x3&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108543076485056478?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108543076485056478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108543076485056478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108543076485056478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108543076485056478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy Week'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108532941187206349</id><published>2004-05-23T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T09:23:31.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Road</title><content type='html'>Went to a party last night.  It was awesome beyond all reason.  Ty making himself dizzy and then attempting to dance, and George with a mysterious white substance all over the front of his swim trunks.  Could it get any better?  I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you seniors who either have jobs, or are looking to have jobs in the very near future, y'all suck.  I'm not even going to think about getting a job until I get back in mid June.  I'm leaving June 1 to visit the family back east, and I'm rather looking forward to it because it gives me an excuse to delay the start of my adult life.  Until then, I'm going to live it up baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a crappier note, this evening I'm going to a get together with my step dad's family.  We're all going to pretend that we are happy to see each other and are having a great time, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet." &lt;br /&gt;-James Oppenheim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108532941187206349?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108532941187206349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108532941187206349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108532941187206349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108532941187206349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/cross-road.html' title='Cross Road'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108520678638625321</id><published>2004-05-21T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T23:19:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Line</title><content type='html'>Well my friends, it's all over.  High school has come and gone.  And, for those of you who were hoping something would happen that would cause me to return in the fall, I have bad news: I passed both of the classes that I needed to graduate, and I have been cleared by the book store.  Although, if you're still inent on keeping me, you could always intercept my diploma before graduation on Thursday.  I will undoubtably write more about my high school experience when I've had enough time to ponder it.  In the mean time, I leave you with a totally random image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.umaine.edu/images/bananas.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108520678638625321?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108520678638625321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108520678638625321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108520678638625321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108520678638625321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/end-of-line.html' title='End of the Line'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108494500606530510</id><published>2004-05-18T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T22:41:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm starting to notice a patttern here.  One night i'm in a good mood, the next i'm depressed.  So you can guess where i am right now.  Girls!! Aye Caramba!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to orientation over at ASU today.  I guess i'm a sun devil now, woo-hooo!! Do I honestly believe I can make it through college?  um......I can dream.  My classes are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English 101&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;World Geography&lt;br /&gt;Physics&lt;br /&gt;World Religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, i did indeed figure out how to post pictures.  Thanks to Ebs and Casey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it!!! I failed.  Oh, well, I'll try to get a picture on for next time. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108494500606530510?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108494500606530510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108494500606530510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108494500606530510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108494500606530510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/roller-coaster.html' title='Roller Coaster'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108485879456517458</id><published>2004-05-17T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T22:39:54.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hehheehehheheh</title><content type='html'>That's why i worship and adore that person, they put me in a good mood:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe friday's the last day.  Pretty damn amazing.  Four years comes to an end friday.  Pretty amazing.  I'll come home friday and.....well i don't know, it's a good feeling.  I'll miss those crazy kids though.  Oh, well, life moves on!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I wish i knew how to add a picture on here.  I'm in a good mood.  Wish i could make it more fun.  Go check out Ebs xanga, it'll put a smile in your day, if her plan worked that is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very positive note, i don't have to go to school tomorrow, loosers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.ckdhr.com/hrose/songs/its_the_end.html"&gt;It's the end of the world as we know it &lt;/a&gt;by REM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&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/7000650-108485879456517458?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108485879456517458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108485879456517458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108485879456517458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108485879456517458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/hehheehehheheh.html' title='hehheehehheheh'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108477480945246812</id><published>2004-05-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T23:20:09.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Wonderful Insanity</title><content type='html'>Alright my friends, the truth of the matter is there is someone whome I worship and adore, but whome I shouldn't worship and adore for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)She doesn't worship and adore me, and it is rather akward to be worshiped and addored by someone that you do no worship and adore back.&lt;br /&gt;2.)Because it is rather sad and pathetic to worship and adore someone who doesn't worship and adore you back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for both our sakes, I should stop worshiping and addoring her.  But, the funny thing about worshiping and adoring someone, is that you worship and adore them too much to stop worshiping and addoring them.  And if I sound like i'm crazy that's because that's what love is my friends CRAZINESS.  We would probably all live alot better without it, but could we really even live without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsxp.com/lyrics/h/hanging_by_a_moment_lifehouse.html#"&gt;Hanging by a Moment &lt;/a&gt;by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108477480945246812?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108477480945246812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108477480945246812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108477480945246812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108477480945246812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/love-wonderful-insanity.html' title='Love, Wonderful Insanity'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108472073312094346</id><published>2004-05-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T08:18:53.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Random</title><content type='html'>Alright, two goals i've set for myself:&lt;br /&gt;1.) Post on this web site every day.  I don't know if this goal is atainable, but i'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Make all posts from this day forward much shorther than my first one. Who wants to read a post that resembles and english essay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for today's post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself in the mood to say something that's completely random?  That's me today.  The shed is by the apple tree and the purple elephants have stopped attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108472073312094346?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108472073312094346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108472073312094346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108472073312094346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108472073312094346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/feeling-random.html' title='Feeling Random'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7000650.post-108464845845979386</id><published>2004-05-15T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T12:14:18.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I doing this?</title><content type='html'>Saturday, May, 15  2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it.  My transformation from a private person to a person who puts his thoughts and feelings out for the whole world to know is now coomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two factors that led to this transformation:&lt;br /&gt;1.) The kids of the Mountain Pointe Theatre Company&lt;br /&gt;2.) My best friend Ebony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, if you had told me I would be starting my own Blog, I wouldn't have known what the hell you were talking about, and when you told me what a Blog was, I would have told you you were crazy.  "I don't share my thoughts and feelings, I'm a private person."  Well, no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a little about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I am less than two weeks away from graduating high school.  I'm supposed to be excited.  I'm supposed to jump up and down at the thought of freedom, but the truth is, I consider high school freedom and the real world as some people call it, a form of slavery.  Sure, in high school you have to get up in the morning and spend hours sitting in completely usless classes, doing pointless homework assignments, and learning, well, nothing.  But to me, it's a fair price to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I go to school means I have a lagitamit excuse to not have a job, and not be a functional member of society.  Sure I'm broke, but it doesn't cost me a damn thing to spend time with my friends, or pursue my passion of theatre, whilst having my living expenses covered by my wonderful, though slitely nieve parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as high school ends, it's all going to change.  I have to get up off my ass and go out and bust my tail off looking for a job, so I can bust my tail off making six dollars an hour, which in this country is a joke.  I mean think about it, what does rent cost on even the cheapest apartment?  You can bet your ass it's going to be alot more than $100.  Think about the mathematics, how long do you havve to work at six dollars an hour to earn just $100?  The answer: 17 hours.  If your working twenty hours a week that means, depending on the price of your apartment, you'd have to spend three weeks a month, working towards paying for your housing, which doesn't take into account other living costs.  That's why I'm living at home when I go to college.  That way I might actually be able to save some of the little money I may or may not be making in six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my rant is done, I'll go ahead and update on my life as of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding that i'm becoming less of a morning person and more of a night person, which scares me because I always enjoy the quiet of the mornings, but for the past week I've been going to bed past eleven o'clock, late for someone who made it a policy to always be in bed at ten.  Today I didn't wake up till nine, late for someone who's almost always up before seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame it on my friends.  They're all night people.  How they manage to stay up till midnight or later on school nights and still get up the next morning is beyond me, but they do it, and I guess I can too.  So long mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thus concludes my first Blog posting.  Weather or not a person can actually get to know me this way remains to be seen.  I'm good at ranting about random crap, but when it comes to trully expressing my feelings, I'm still not so good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7000650-108464845845979386?l=scottybthegeek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/feeds/108464845845979386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7000650&amp;postID=108464845845979386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108464845845979386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7000650/posts/default/108464845845979386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottybthegeek.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-am-i-doing-this.html' title='Why am I doing this?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00966041849090531898</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
