<?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-830305</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:44:44.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the right side of -my- brain</title><subtitle type='html'>oh a little of this a little of that</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-8725031</id><published>2002-01-15T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T17:05:00.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well since the server wants to be gay i will post this again and it willprobably apear twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how ppl want to talk now that they think something could possibly be wrong. well its too fucking late. i wanted to talk but noone else did. now you do but the boat has left the damn dock. the ship has sailed. this next bit of words have been recycled i posted it before but its ok cuz only a handfull of people read this anyway. its a bit more creative than usual think of it as a de coupage of words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend friends how many of us have them lets talk about friends friends ones you can depend on lets talk about friends friends before we go any further lets talk about friends....... you make me com you make me complete... you make me completely miserable.... cuz I’m just a teenage dirt bag baby and I’m just a teenage dirt bag...one is the saddest experience you’ll ever know.... the little things little things they mean so much... and it always seems those little things they take the part of me and it always seems those little things make the biggest part of me and i know that those little things make the biggest part of me break down.... trashed my own house party cuz nobody came....don’t count on me to let you know and don’t count on me ill do what i can don’t count on me its the point your missing don’t count on me cuz I’m not listening .... i know I’m not the one you thought you knew back in high school....now I’m finally going down can i find my way back home there’s no one else around can i find my way back home will i ever see the light even though I’m falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me even though I’m falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me even though I’m falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me ...and i want to take you down but your soul can not be found doesn’t matter what you say your disease is killing me and you know its only right cuz it feels like paradise and nothing is for free cuz your disease is killing me... crawling in my skin these wounds will not heal fear is how i thought confusing what is real... every thing you say to me take me one step closer to the edge and I’m about to break i need some room to breath cuz I’m one step closer to the edge and I’m about to break...shut up when I’m talking to you... and don’t deny me no baby no don’t deny me... nice guys finish last... save me God... but it all was bullshit it was a goddamn joke...oh somebody kill me please.. why do you like playing around with my narrow scope of reality... my tears come cold I’m wondering why i got out of bed at all the morning rain clouds up my window and i cant see at all but even if i could it all be gray... my own worst enemy... don’t speak i know just what you’re saying so please stop explaining don’t tell me cuz it hurts don’t speak i don’t need your reasons i know hat your thinking don’t tell me cuz it hurts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-8725031?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8725031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8725031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8725031' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-8724870</id><published>2002-01-15T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T17:00:44.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love how ppl want to talk now that they think something could possibly be wrong. well its too fucking late. i wanted to talk but noone else did. now you do but the boat has left the damn dock.  the ship has sailed. this next bit of words have been recycled i posted it before but its ok cuz only a handfull of people read this anyway.  its a bit more creative than usual think of it as a de coupage of words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend friends how many of us have them lets talk about friends friends ones you can depend on lets talk about friends friends before we go any further lets talk about friends....... you make me com you make me complete... you make me completely miserable.... cuz I’m just a teenage dirt bag baby and I’m just a teenage dirt bag...one is the saddest experience you’ll ever know.... the little things little things they mean so much... and it always seems those little things they take the part of me and it always seems those little things make the biggest part of me and i know that those little things make the biggest part of me break down.... trashed my own house party cuz nobody came....don’t count on me to let you know and don’t count on me ill do what i can don’t count on me its the point your missing don’t count on me cuz I’m not listening .... i know I’m not the one you thought you knew back in high school....now I’m finally going down can i find my way back home there’s no one else around can i find my way back home will i ever see the light even though I’m falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me even though I’m falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me even though I’m falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me ...and i want to take you down but your soul can not be found doesn’t matter what you say your disease is killing me  and you know its only right cuz it feels like paradise and nothing is for free cuz your disease is killing me... crawling in my skin these wounds will not heal fear is how i thought confusing what is real... every thing you say to me take me one step closer to the edge and I’m about to break i need some room to breath cuz  I’m one step closer to the edge and I’m about to break...shut up when I’m talking to you... and don’t deny me no baby no  don’t deny me... nice guys finish last... save me God... but it all was bullshit it was a goddamn joke...oh somebody kill me please.. why do you like playing around with my narrow scope of reality... my tears come cold I’m wondering why i got out of bed at all  the morning rain clouds up my window and i cant see at all but even if i could it all be gray... my own worst enemy... don’t speak i know just what you’re saying so please stop explaining don’t tell me cuz it hurts don’t speak i don’t need your reasons i know hat your thinking don’t tell me cuz it hurts...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-8724870?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8724870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8724870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8724870' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-8705264</id><published>2002-01-15T01:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T01:16:26.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am back and this tme its not a month later. i am slightly pissed.  last time i said that penn state had pissed me off. thats not all of it.  apparently i IM ppl too much or too frequently.  now i now im needy but i never thought of my self as clingy.  there wasnt  much emotion shown in my house when i was a little big foot and there fore i have trouble showing it myself. i only hugged my father once in my life time. i barely if ever saw any affection between my mother and father.  i wasnt abused and there was an unsafe or poorly managed household there was always things in place where i need them and my father and mother supported and provided for as they saw fit and did agood job as far as i am concered with the matter. i am sure todays parents would not necessarily agree with my mother and fathers parenting but then my mothe and father were both born in the forties.  getting back to the matter at hand i feel the need to try to be as open with ppl as possible.  i try to take an interest in the ppl around me and in the things that they are involved in on a daily basis.  i ask general things like: whats going on? how was your day?  and often get a one word response.  i think i have been more than patient with ppl witht this sort of thing.  i dont expect any thing i return.  i just want to know that i am providing some support for others.  i want to say that i am mystified at how that is such a bad thing but i know it is not. apparently it is the frequency.  i know a daily dose of nate can get monotanous so i dont talk to everyone everyday.  despite mybest efforts i feel shafted.  i want to say its not any one's fault.  i just am constantly reminded that i dont necessarily fit in. yes i know this isnt high school. i have pretty much been a lonner all my life i dont know why i fight it so much now.  my mother said all i need is one or towo good friends and id be ok. i just see all the these talented ppl who have great potential and while i know i havent been working to mine,  i cannot for the life of me motivate them.  i cannot do it all myself.  more directly, outside of skiing, snowboarding and illeagal substances im willing to at least try something new or something i dont want to do  once or twice. i cannot count the times i have sat idlely by while others have played video games, kept me up at night,  and  countless uses of resources like scanners cd burners computers vidoe games controllers. i have let you ppl stuble in drunk watch a movie and then talk throught it.  i have listened to you constantly berate something that is not to your liking.  i am not the greatest human being but i have endured this.  I CANT EVEN GET YOU PEOPLE TO CONVERSATE WITH ME!  why? am i that much of a turn off? I AM RAPED EVERY DAY!  i cant understand how you can sit on your asses and and rattle off reasons why your bored or why something sucks.  and you do nothing about it.  you dont want to do anything what it is, is you are perfectly content to sit on your asses and do nothing. so dont say shit. not a goddamn thing.  its all a farse.  you are all talk.   another pressing issue which stems from this lack of activity which i have dubbed MAS, is all the drama that goes on here.  he did this and now she doesnt like her... i dont play that high school shit. GROW THE FUCK UP!  everyone is pissed at everyone because none of you get out enough.  you see too much of each other and you all use each other. some do it by clinging to everything with a dick because of fear of being alone.  YOU ARE WEEK.  some change whims depending on who you are around. YOU DONT HAVE ANY SELF CONFIDENSE.  YOU DAMN LEECH.  there are other problems  that i have not addressed and you know what? i dont feel like dealing with it.  its all bullshit. its meaningless and a waste of time.  i feel i have been held back because of my stupidness in trying to help as many as i can.  i have always saidthat school is a business.  i will now treat it as such. in addition i will also treat everyone else like a business.  when i need a ride you are not there. when i need to talk you are not there. so from now on dont ask me for shit. i will take favors and not return them.  if i see you need to talk to someone i will make maybe ... maybe one effort.  i will not try to pry anything out of you. i dont care. i have been hurt many more times than anyone knows. more than i can count. you want someone to eat dinner with. you best call hellin wait. i wont be there. i have turned the cheek. i have forgiven seven times seventy.  you need a picture scanned in. run it through the crack of your ass. you need something burned light it on fire.  dont bother me with your pety shit. i dont care. dont bother me with your prissy shit. grow up. if there is some group activity and i decide to go, if i can get there by my self i will not wait.  do not come at me with some stupid shit i will let you know that you are a dumbass in no uncertain terms.  i will inevitablely lose some "friends" with this type of mentality. i dont care. fuck off. get out of my life. you werent a friend anyway. you used me and through me  away like a dirty condom. good fucking riddence.  since i cant get a conversation going i wont be IMing anyone. its not like youd miss it anyway. if you need to IM me and im not here, TOO FUCKING BAD. cry me a river. ill pis in it.  maybe ill get back to you if i dont you might as well eat my dick because i dont care. if you think this is hurtful then good. its meant to be. read it again so i can hurt you again. read it over and over. i hope it kills you.         &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-8705264?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8705264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8705264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2002_01_13_archive.html#8705264' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-8468665</id><published>2002-01-06T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T20:33:16.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ppl im not dead i just hadnt updated in a long time.  i hope maia had a safe trip on her way back to dorm. nice hair cut but the way.  hey when we hang out am i fun? cuz the ppl im hanging out look like they are not having fun with me and usually im just happy to be in there company. so umm i dont think im going to canada any more which is good cuz i dont think i could have afforded it but i may end up going to mardi gras instead wa hoo boobs.  lindsey just walked by i think thats her name.  any way say hello lo to hot girl number 4. yes maia i will write to you about her soon.   anyone have a person you know and just everything they do makes you melt? isnt that the best feeling? so did you guys have christmas? i got 70 dollars worth of gift certificates a pound of chocolate and a book.  on christmas day i cleaned my room... i was bored i was supposed to see a lot of ppl over break but as it is i saw like 3 ppl. natalie we will get that movie sooner or later! once again clarissa has disappeared on me but i think she thinks i dont like her anymore cuz we had a lil tiff a bit back. i kinda made her fess up to her bull.  im looking for an apartment this weekend im determined that penn state is gonna eat my ass.  it has pissed me off so now i am focused. i dont know .... ok i have lost my train of tought so i will go ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-8468665?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8468665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/8468665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2002_01_06_archive.html#8468665' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-6756486</id><published>2001-10-31T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T08:37:02.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so its been a while since i have done an update but its cuz ive been busy i have been all about find a girl friend and me and my roomate actually came up with  game to help move a relationship along. as i have already told maia i am working on hot girl #2.  and im sorry i gave you such a scare the other day with that that fiance bussiness jessica. if you really wanna know i have two fiances and a mistress (which is you).  to that end i am sam's "bitch".  but itsok cuz i own courtney, rachel, and elana's collective asses. courtney's ass was sold to me by john. i started with owning rachels ear but the i ended up just taking over  and so then my first purchase elana bought me so it was pretty much like a merger. so as it is, elana and i own everyone and mutually benefit from each others ass-ests. but then sam makes the money out ofall of us cuz i'm her ... well ya know.  but at the same time orion is my "bitch" mario is his but that doesnt really matter cuz as it is it doesn't change anything. what would be interesting is if elana bought out sam's share and then since she "merged" with me  we would be "on top" again. but then katie is in the biz yet so if she aquired sam then shed be "on top".  so you  see thats how it goes here in mont alto, jessica. i have two fiances and i 'm in the middle of a ring of some sort of deviant activity.  but yeah i have a pen pall now.  hi maia! now that i think of it im prtty sure sam didnt add this link to her page she is such a sinner.  ok so my roomates birthday was yesterday happy after birthday to tom.  dont worry i didnt forget his birthday this is just like a post prom party or something.  anyway me and the boys are going to me neck of the woods for the weekend were gonna get some hoes role a fatty light that blunt up and say... wait sorry thats from something else. n'ermind  i havent talked to clarissa lately where are you?! i cant get in touch with you anymore! you know appearantly i have become a wiz at typing cuz im looking at the time and it is progressing slowly.  hey i wonder if regine will be at the game... prolly not that would be a lil strange like it was at graduation this year.  were comming up on a year of not having my hair cut.  my regular barber mustt hink he didi something wrong but oh well i hope i can get a hold of him when i need him.  i might be going to canada next year.  hi jessica!    umm technically im going out with natalie on the second date now or the second half of our first one which wasnt really a date but technically it was&lt;br /&gt;ok im getting kinda boreds with this so ill be going now    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-6756486?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/6756486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/6756486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_10_28_archive.html#6756486' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-5646664</id><published>2001-09-12T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-12T16:25:55.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i can imagine there are many ppl who are writting about the disasters in the greater washington dc area and new york. there are a few ppl that i have managed to make a bit mifted at my feelings on the whole situation. I have been rolling around what i have said in my head and perhaps i didnt present myself the best way possible. So Sam, i appologize. Jessica, i am sorry. I just dont understand why anyone who was not invloved would be scared (not you jess). The only ones i can possibly see being too concerned are those who have family in manhatan or who works in the pentagon. I think however that I was misunderstood. i have all the compasion that any other well adjusted fully functioning nineteen year old would for those involved. I understand that panic and fear are contagious elements whether legitimate or not. So perhaps that is why so many people are scared. for those of you who might stumble upon this little e-scrible you may not know that i live in washington dc and all of my family is there and all of my friends are too, but i attend school in pennsylvania. i thought of my mom today when i heard the news about what transpired, but then i knew she was at work and that as far as plane crashes go where she works is no where near the pentagon. no one in my family works at the pentagon or lives in new york. then i thought of my friend Jessica. im not really too concerned with DC. DC is fine. NY on the other hand buildings have colapsed. im not sure that this is wrong or not but why is it that im supposed to be scared. i dont know what any one else has been through in their respective lives but i know that there has been more than one close call with death for me. i am not the bravest person. i am not the most scared. life is fragile and can be lost at any moment. on earth it is all that we humans have. ultimately it means nothing. where are we going. what are we doing. we can focus our energies on bettering ourselves our planet our children our society and our future but ultimately we will all die regaurdless of who or what we are. there is an end to humanity and there is nothing we can do about it. the sun will give out in about five billion years. Not a long time cosmically speaking, but it is an eternity to us. when it goes so do we. this is if religious prophecies dont come true first. and where will all the money technology and meterial things go. there will just be nothing (once agian barring religious prophecies). so really it doesnt matter. but down here where we all are it matters so you make the best out of your life that you can. &lt;br /&gt;i think where the suprise comes in is that we (ameicans) are not used to having such things happen to us on our own soil. every war during the 1900s (or at least most) was not fought in america. if you think about it (as i understand it) WW1 we got into becuase innocent americans we killed on the lusitania. not really any other reason. WW2- we were attacked and retaliated but then we had to fight the japanesse allies [axis?] korean war - korea: police action. vietnam- this was a war between the soviet union and the US, the fight against comunism and the domino effect. in short, the supper powers played the vietnamesse and america got its butt kicked, turned a generation in on its self and casted some more doubt on the ethics of the government. Gulf war- well i mean what were we gonna do for oil. its all about the money on that one. &lt;br /&gt;honestly, the german army was a machine in the earlier half on the last century. Europe needed an excuse for the americans to get involved in WW1. the same thing was happening in WW2. You can actually thank the japanesse for the allied victory. Korea was similar to vietnam but due to my ignorance on the subject i will not go in to it. Vietnam- as i have said, this was a proxy war. a nation torn apart and used against each other by two stronger powers. all in the name of democracy or communism. but why is comunism wrong? its just an idea. i am not a communist. it has no place in an established government such as this one [american] but it is nothing to fight a war over. its an idea. why should we [humans] be alienated for our thoughts? Isnt that what america was based on? freedom? &lt;br /&gt;along with not caring it was also said or somehow in inferred that i said it [ the plane crashes in america] wasnt important. not true. it is important. but it wasnt an "attack on america" it was terrorism. it is not for me to decide whether we should go to war over it (but we have gone to war over smaller things). i stated that these events are blown out of proportion by the amout of coverage they get. not that it isnt important. the more one watches a tv channel and gets annother person to watch it the rating sor that chanel goes up which is better for that company or brodcast network. consequintly, more phone calls are made and emergency or not guess what you are being charged. the more you call; the longer you talk; the more the phone service provider makes. thats why communication is rampant in america. not because denzel washington can act but because he is marketable. so, yes this is important this is history but so was columbine, oklahoma, waco, heavens gate, apearantly chandra levy, three mile island, cherynobl, exon-valdeez and a host or other things like that that are just as important just in some cases not as tragic. but also this depends on perspective. whats worse the wolrd trade center imploding killing tens of thousand blanketing manhattan in dust and smoke or two kids so fed up with life that they felt that they couldnt talk to there parents about it. two kids who didnt feel important enough in there own environment to seek help. or how about the lives they took. at least the NewYorkers didnt see it coming. the kids watched themselves die mentally, psychologically, and physically. &lt;br /&gt;i m not sure if this has helped you guys understand what i mean but dont say i dont care and dont say that i didnt think it was important. i do and it is. i just would like to keep it in perspective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-5646664?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/5646664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/5646664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5646664' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-5635815</id><published>2001-09-12T04:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-12T04:28:50.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as i can imagine there are many ppl who are writting about the disasters in the greater washington dc area and new york.  there are a few ppl that i have managed to make a bit mifted at my feelings on the whole situation.  I have been rolling around what i have said in my head and perhaps i didnt present myself the best way possible. So Sam, i appologize.  Jessica, i am sorry.  I  just dont understand why anyone who was not invloved would be scared (not you jess). The only ones i can possibly see being too concerned are those who have family in manhatan or who works in the pentagon.  I think however that I  was misunderstood. i have all the compasion that any other well adjusted fully functioning nineteen year old would for those involved.  I understand that panic and fear are contagious elements whether legitimate or not. So perhaps that is why so many people are scared. for those of you who might stumble upon this little e-scrible you may not know that i  live in washington dc and all of my family is there and all of my friends are too, but i attend school in pennsylvania.  i thought of my mom today when i heard the news about what transpired, but then i knew she was at work and that as far as plane crashes go  where she works is no where near the pentagon.  no one in my family works at the pentagon or lives in new york.  then i thought of my friend Jessica.  im not really too concerned with  DC.  DC is fine.  NY on the other hand buildings have colapsed.  im not sure that this is wrong  or not but why is it that im supposed to be scared.  i dont know what any one else has been through in their respective lives but i know that there has been more than one close call with death for me.  i am not the bravest person. i am not the most scared. life is fragile and can be lost at any moment.  on earth it is all that we humans have.  ultimately it means nothing. where are we going. what are we doing. we can focus our energies on bettering ourselves our planet our children our society and our future but ultimately we will all die regaurdless of who or what we are. there is an end to humanity and there is nothing we can do about it.  the sun will give out in about five billion years. Not a long time cosmically speaking, but it is an eternity to us.  when it goes so do we. this is if religious prophecies dont come true first.   and where will all the money technology and meterial things go. there will just be nothing (once agian barring religious prophecies).  so really it doesnt matter.  but down here where we all are  it matters so you make the best out of your life that you can.  &lt;br /&gt;   i think where the suprise comes in is that we (ameicans) are not used to having such things happen to us on our own soil.  every war during the 1900s (or at least most) was not fought in america.  if you think about it (as i understand it) WW1 we got into becuase  innocent americans we killed on the lusitania. not really any other reason.  WW2- we were attacked and retaliated but then we had to fight the japanesse allies [axis?] korean war - korea: police action. vietnam- this was a war between the soviet union and the US, the fight against comunism and the domino effect.  in short, the supper powers played the vietnamesse and america got its butt kicked, turned a generation in on its self and casted some more doubt on the ethics of the government.   Gulf war- well i mean what were we gonna do for oil.  its all about the money on that one. &lt;br /&gt;    honestly, the german army was a machine in the earlier half on the last century.  Europe needed an excuse for the americans to get involved in WW1. the same thing was happening in WW2. You can actually thank the japanesse for the allied victory.  Korea was similar to vietnam but due to my ignorance on the subject i will not go in to it.  Vietnam- as  i have said, this was a proxy war. a nation torn apart and used against each other by two stronger powers.  all in the name of democracy or communism.  but why is comunism wrong? its just an idea.  i am not a communist.  it has no place in an established government such as this one [american] but it is nothing to fight a war over.  its an idea.  why should we [humans] be alienated for our thoughts?  Isnt that what  america was based on? freedom?  &lt;br /&gt;    along with not caring it was also said or somehow in inferred that i said it [ the plane crashes in america] wasnt important.  not true.  it is important.  but it wasnt an "attack on america"   it was terrorism.  it is not for me to decide whether we should go to war over it (but we have gone to war over smaller things).  i stated that these events are blown out of proportion by the amout of coverage they get.  not that it isnt important.  the more one watches a tv channel and gets annother person to watch it the rating sor that chanel goes up which is better for that company or brodcast network.  consequintly, more phone calls are made and emergency or not guess what you are being charged. the more you call; the longer you talk;  the more the phone service provider makes. thats why communication is rampant in america.  not because denzel washington can act but because he is marketable. so, yes this is important this is history but so was columbine, oklahoma, waco, heavens gate, apearantly chandra levy,  three mile island, cherynobl, exon-valdeez and a host or other things like that that are just as important just in some cases not as tragic. but also this depends on perspective.  whats worse the wolrd trade center imploding killing tens of thousand blanketing manhattan in dust and smoke or two kids so fed up with life  that they felt that they couldnt talk to there parents about it. two kids who didnt feel important enough in there own environment to seek help.  or how about the lives they took.  at least the  NewYorkers didnt see it coming.  the kids watched themselves die mentally, psychologically, and physically.&lt;br /&gt;      i m not sure if this has helped you guys understand what i mean but dont say i dont care  and dont say that i didnt think it was important. i do and it is. i just would like to keep it in perspective.          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-5635815?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/5635815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/5635815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_09_09_archive.html#5635815' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-5440347</id><published>2001-09-02T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-02T14:13:18.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey look at me im makilng an update la la la la..... right-o i feel like a dork cuz i forgot my password but as you can see i 'member it now! so theen im am back in pennsylvania for year number two of this thing we call college  every one is  back with the exception of becky nicki kelli and roomate from last year.   there are way less smokers this year than last year.  oh and rose. rose went to altoona.  we are all split up this year.  i don tknow if thats a good thing or not  but so far i thasnt prooved much of a difference except i havent seen elana as much.  i brought less this year and still managed to pack a whole mini-van.  i think tho that the mini van was smaller than most mini-vans are.  oh well.  at this point i am going to incert something i wrote just befrore i went to bed at four am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start  by saying i am reminded of jessica.  not my mistress JLV, but another jessica.  one that didnt know it but was close to my heart.  not because i had a crush on her or anything but because she was a friend.  i remember  one day i was looking in to her  big brown eyes and they were rapidly moving back and forth.  when i told her what they were doing, she told me that she had had a "loaded slurpee" (look i used a comma in that sentence).  i miss her.  i dont know where she is gone or what she is doing, but im glad i knew her.  which brings me to nicky i miss her too.   she smokes and drinks.  two things that i dont do.   but  shes got one of those smiles  that when its aimed at you, (comma) you cant help but feel warm and loved.  i got to play pool with her on friday.  we last but it was still nice.  she cut her hair and is now wearing personality glasses but she is making it work for herself. i'm thinking this weekend is the weekend for nostalgia cause i also got to talk to kelli for a litte while.  and boy have i missed her too!! she said she might come and visit sometime.  so i'm happy about  that.  &lt;br /&gt; right im back now, and check this out  alot of my friend from hom are now going throught there first year of college .... late nights .. ramen ... and WAL-MART.  but i prefer pool myself.  umm i cant really think any thing else to say aside from good luck guys or since the lot of you are girls ... good luck gals..... or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;end transmission&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-5440347?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/5440347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/5440347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_09_02_archive.html#5440347' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4817882</id><published>2001-07-30T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-30T16:39:47.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my foot was asleep.  that was the true sign that i was bored.  toonami is now on the WB! but its really just the same thing  with a little dbz added to it.  i am sorry to say i actually look at pokemon now ::sigh::  its time to go back to school back to PA and just about every body i know or knew at sjc is going off to school too. my gosh this show is corny.  anyway i did enjoy the play umm ill say that the "lady in red" was my favorite part :-p raw comes on tonight. ill be at smack down tomorrow night.  one day ill be front row. i swear to it! and it would be great if more than mike and me went some day ( of course im speaking of the other sex) but yes i did see erin and marielena at the play an i saw szabo,  nate, nate, and kate too. sorry i couldnt stay long but i couldnt keep mom waiting. call me pathetic but mom and i go to plays together :-p i took my braids out  so my hair looks like it standing straight up now so i am finally a super saiyan and asupery heavy wieght i need more rings!!! i have ten fingers and four rings. now mom is laughing at me cuz of my hair  there is no end for me.  on my way to work i frequently pass by where i almost died and almost took my mom with me.  everytime i go by there im thinking hey i almost died there. ok yeah and jessica, you have to tell ppl to read this thing i mean i have links on this page for there sites so every once in a while they should read mine. fair? ok yeah i thought so! lol  bills to pay bills to pay. oh yeah last friday i had one heck of a day to start off i have to get up at 4:30am to be at work by six and while the work wasnt really that bad that day i did rip a hole in the back of my pants so my blue undies were showing for a good bit of the day but no one said anything later i almost droped something  and i tried to catch it before it hit the ground but i ended up hitting myself in the "gender differentiater" if you know what i mean so then when i got home mike ( my cousin ) called and was like what do you want to do today? so we decided to go see scary movie two.  we have been trying to see it since it came out but then we always end up having to do someting else or missing it.  so we found out the where when and why type stuff and then we decided to go to the KB toy store cuz we had some time to kill and then when i went to get back in the car i had locked the keys in there... whats worse my mom has a spare set buti could page her cuz the payphones didnt have a number to be called back on and my celly was in the car! and guess what else? mom wasnt home either! needless to say we missed the movie.  after mom finally arived to let us in the car, we dicided to go to pentagon city so then on the way there, there was this guy who had his right turn signal on and then i screamed,"TURN YOUR F-ING SIGNAL OFF"  to which my cousin  replyed dont you wish they had a button where you could just blow them up? and i was like "yeah" then he said we should build a car like they have in twisted metal ( a video game) and then ever cynical  i said "yeah i could see us going to jail for that"  of course he says  what are the cops gonna do to us? we've got missles!  then i said," but you forget we are black" he said oh yeah  then i said  i dont wanna go to jail and get my ass took!  at this point i was laughing hysterically and trying to drive at the same time  then when we got bck to my house mike took the liberty of farting om my alergy medicine then i did and it smelled like what i had for dinner (i had checkers) but yeah and then i had to get up and go to work an start all over again the next day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4817882?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4817882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4817882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_07_29_archive.html#4817882' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4647933</id><published>2001-07-20T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T21:31:12.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hush hush darling hush hush darling dont tell me cuz it hurts hush hush darling hush hush darling dont tell me cuz it hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4647933?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4647933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4647933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4647933' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4647903</id><published>2001-07-20T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T21:28:39.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friend friends how many of us have them lets talk about friends friends ones you can depend on lets talk about friends friends befor we go any further lets talk about friends....... you make me com you make me complete... you make me con pletely miserable.... cuz im just a teenage dirt bag baby and im just a teenage dirt bag...one is the saddest experience youll ever know.... the little things little things they mean so much... and it always seems those little things they take the part of me and it always seems those little things make the biggest part of me and i know that those little things make the biggest part of me break down.... trashed my own hosue party cuz nobody came....dont count on me to let you know and dont count on me ill do what i can dont count on me its the point your missing dont count on me cuz im not listening .... i know im not the one you thought you knew back in high school....now im finnally going down can i find my way back home theres no one else around can i find my way back home will i ever see the light even though im falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me even though im falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me even though im falling will there ever be any peace for me peace for me ...and i want to take you down but your soul can not be found doesnt matter what you say your disease is killing me  and you know its only right cuz it feels like paradise and nothing is for free cuz your disease is kiling me... crawling in my skin these wounds will not heal fear is how i thought confusing what is real... every thing you say to me take me one step closer to the edge and im about to break i need some room to breath cuz im one step closer to the edge and im about to break...shut up when im talking to you... and dont deny me no baby no  dont deny me... nice guys finish last... save me God... but it all was bullshit it was a goddamn joke...oh somebody kill me please.. why do you like playing around with my narrow scope of reality... my tears come cold im wondering why i got out of bed at all  the moring rain clouds up my window and i cant see at all but even if i could it all be gray... my own worst enemy... dont speak i know just what yous say so please stop explaing dont tell me cuz it hurts dont speak i dont need your reasons i know hat your thinking dont tell me cuz it hurts...             and you wonder why I dont smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4647903?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4647903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4647903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_07_15_archive.html#4647903' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4512196</id><published>2001-07-12T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-12T21:16:00.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok then so i have been wroking for almost two weeks and let me tell you the merchandising department for rockville is no joke well maybe for guys any way i do some pretty heavy lifting tvs have gotten heavy any way i stopped by sjc todaty so that i could get some pencils but they stopped selling the red ones! yet more cheapness form sjc. oh well   for all that dont know im planning on the twentithof this month for this picnic thing.. i do believe its from 4- till dark now if i can just get you guys to bring stuff ... iunno make a dish of food or something to share(u will come to the picnic) and wwf is so funny now  rock needs to come back tho so stone cold can have someone to fight ... triple h is injured.  there s a mouse living with me and its so cute but i gotta get rid of it i hope that the traps dont kill it but they prolly will  im going to smackdown at the end of the month kudos to mike for scooping up the tickets the comic (you will come to the picnic) book is coming along i guess we (maia and i) are actually planing a sequel i hope you guys havent forgotten im a supper heavy weight no one's on line ... get your butts on here :-p  yay i get paid soon ... i have many cds to buy scine napster is screwing up  you know im not sure but i think i have bit of a crush on gigi... she works at best buy too we were in orientation together. poop! i want you guys to meet some ppl from pa that prolly wont happen any time soon &lt;br /&gt;:-p (picnic you will come to)i guess i should go now ... hi guys ( you who you are) (picnic come to you will) ( will come picnic to you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4512196?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4512196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4512196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_07_08_archive.html#4512196' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4383462</id><published>2001-07-04T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T21:45:14.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. i was PO-ed lastime.  but that situation has asuaged its self of its own volition. (yes i am in college...) i think buffy's mom just died.  since you guys form  sjc like to be mentioned ... hello guys. ( i have dispensed with the formalities)  i woke up at 4:30 this morning cuz i have to work at six o'clock. i only got two hours of sleep.  consequently when i got off at twelve ( more like twelve-thirty) having had no food and almost no sleep i was feeling pretty silly.  mom picked me up and she saqid there were some good buys down the street so we went there... while in the store we saw this short skirt which was  neon orange... this skirt looked like it could  hae been no bigger than a dinner napkin. to this i said why not just spay paint your crotch and walk out the house like that or better yet just walk out naked with a orange in your hand.  ( who directs buffy the vampire slayer maia? whoever it is is good i almost wanted to cry just a sec ago) ( oh right never tell anyone that) any way  so  i slept all day yesterday which screwed me up for today but iunno i had such a day at work too.  i could get the phones stocked right ... ::gah::   i didnt see gigi today and they got rrid of new candy i was trying out ... it was good blast you guys!  heres a new twist ... i have limited my self to pepsi only early in the day i think i t was keeping me up at night.   you know i thinkim gonna get something to drink now.  and  hey the comic thing is getting off the gound  finnaly i think and if were gonna do the picnic it better be done soon or i wont be able to get a piece o' the park the legg masson tennis thig  takes up the whole park for some reason... if its too late then it would ahve to be at some bodies house  which  i cant use mine cuz mom gets anti-social when ever  i wanna have company... but she really likes my frineds ... go figure.  ok ya  now its time for that  drink   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4383462?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4383462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4383462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4383462' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4179785</id><published>2001-06-21T17:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-21T17:29:43.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no idea.  you have no idea.  im in a weird place right now so just let me vent.  why do ppl keep putting up signs that say help wanted only for them to say were not hiring now. WHAT THE  HELL IS THAT ABOUT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this is why bad ppl exist they tried doing it the right way and they got butt in the face.  and what the hell did i put up with sjc for  i have only had one halfway lenghty paper and dammit doc nighan you and your no "h" pronouncing self i have yet to need some library reasearch which i had to prove i could do all over again mind you.  i just want the simple human pleasures im not asking for a viper or a ferarri or some thing like that. i just want some company, a job, and to be able to have the money from the job ( that i dont have mind you) and save some and spend the restand how come i had to take algerbra and art for like the fifth time ::middle finger::   this is what makes a super villain  AND I STILL CANT SPELL  heh heh this is what.... OOOOOOO     BAH!!!!!!!!!! damnit now i have to go over my cousins house and be all polite and laugh at what goes on i dont f-ing feel like it    you know what... steve urkel wears the same sweater that they issue at sjc as a matter of fact im not going f it i quit. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4179785?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4179785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4179785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4179785' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4148613</id><published>2001-06-19T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-19T20:45:28.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess maia's back home now. i just came from a intereview for a job.  the funny thing is i could careless about the cuase that the job is trying to promote so if i dont get this job ill be out maybe 3 grand but it will be ok.  what i would have had to do is go door to door and promote wildlife preservation and stuff like that. can any one imagine me doing something like that? so any how i filled outhe aplication.  on the aplication i was asked if i had any leadership experience. now that i think about it perhaps i should have mentioned football... anyway i had to introduce myself and present an issue in which i hgad an interest.  i chose water polution.  i actually could careless.  but  i did learn there is way more arsenic in the water (or its legal now for there to be more is what i should say) than there was in the clinton administration.  those who know me know i do not read or watch the news regularly.  i dont even spell that well usually. blame it on my big fingers.  so on the aplication i was asked to name a issue that i thought was affecting society today. i totally bs-ed that.  It was actually one of the best essays that i have written in my life.  i think i sounded fairly intelegent. oh well we'll see how that goes.  so far ive done well this week (its tuesday stupid!) (i hear you saying that) quite industriuous actually this week so far has been all about the job search.  i have an interview with best buy on thursday i think that i am actually qualified for that job we'll see how that turns out too.  really all i want is fifteen dollars so i can replace the radio in mom's car.  i still need a wiring harness.  speaking of which i found a dream job in the papers the other day wiring A/V systems so i applied right but i dont think i got that either cuz i think i needed to have had some experience.  i told the guy that i do this sort of thing as a hobby but this is actually true.  i think i should get some bubble gum soda soon.  hmm its hot early this year im used to the PA climate.  i miss you guys.  happy birthday twins. i hope you got my card. this girl in vited me to her cousins b-day party or something.  i dont event know this girl she just invited me. i guess she liked what i was wearing. iunno i'd like think i'm a good dresser but i mean wow.  it goes without saying that im not going of course. but i mean stuff like that just doesnt happen to me.  also i read this thing in the post this morning over some coffee as i was sitting in my bed (ack that was a grow-up thing i did i should be chastised (prolly spelled that wrong)) and there was this article about blogs and diaryland etc. sites like this. it was just saying that this is a means by which we [teenagers] express ourselves.  i guess its true. i just thought it was kinda cool that something that i have a bit of a hand in was in the paper.  you know, women are beautiful creations.  right, well im gone.  &lt;br /&gt;-till the future&lt;br /&gt;and jess you were right tomb raider was pretty bad i fell asleep on it.  i think it was cuz i just kept staring at angelina's lips they are huge.  you think those are really hers or are they collegen?              &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4148613?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4148613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4148613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_06_17_archive.html#4148613' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-4060495</id><published>2001-06-13T23:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-13T23:38:22.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at some point you realize you havent said a word in hours. im at that point now. umm i slept all day today. not much going on here. i was gonna go some where today in search of  jobby but  i didnt. not much to say... feeling like a big blob o' carbon. missed most o' my cartoony things today...   lack o' direction here.  been up five hours oh so lost. ahh yick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-4060495?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4060495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/4060495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_06_10_archive.html#4060495' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-3816155</id><published>2001-05-27T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-27T11:42:12.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thoughts from today... &lt;br /&gt;this book only has forty sheets in it. thats enough for what i have to say. i could have stolen it very easily, but i paid the seventy-two cents for it. so far this has been one of the best days of my life. i woke up leasurely today. i actually woke up before my alarm clock went off. i prepared my clothes. i didn't have any breakfast aside from alergy medicine and a pepsi but its ok i wasn't really hungry anyway. i rushed over to st johns for i guess a third vist today. i wasnt gonna go but then i knew reggie wanted to go and i didnt have anything to do for the moment so i picked him up. we were looking for Duffy so reggie could get his sabre back but we didn't find him. i didn't know whether or not i would find the place for my interview easily or not so i just kept on to rockville from sjc. ends up it took like thirty minutes so i had about five hours to kill so i drove around and found out i was actually near rockville pike. the route i was told to follow i could have gone back to pennsylvania. so driving around i found a toys r us. of course i made the left turn and hopped in for a quick peak at there models. they had one that i was looking for for quite a while so i spluged and bought it. when i went to the counter to pay for it, this guy, greg, was taking forever to ring up the poeple in front of me. so i switched line to "luke" . i think that was his name. i saw him when i walked in about ten minutes earlier. im guessing he was a naturall brunette but he had a huge patch of blonde hair and now his hair reminds me of a super saiyan. anyway his nails were painted black, but they looked well taken care of. i looked up at one point and notice his specialized contracts. then there were the piercings. i guess on the name tag he had written "aka loki" for a reason (loki = norse mythological god; god of mischief). he seemed cool tho. i bought a gundam he seemed to know a little bit about them, but it could have been the comercial. he said that his friend was a gundam builder also. he could have known. anyway i went next door to burlington. i had to hurry and leave. the clothing was great. in the words of juvinile - they were "hot and on fire". i went up stairs and there were so many nice furnishings that i felt like decorating a room. i wonder if mom would let me do that? from there i went to cvs. i sat down and read a couple of articles in a wrestling magazine. i guess thats about the time i realized i was having a good day. i realized i had just spent money that i shouldn't have, i only had six dollars cash in my pocket, i had seen some friends that i hadn't seen in eaxctly two weeks, i didnt have a job but i needed one, but ihad an inter viewlater, i think im on academic probation, i have bills to pay, i dont have a car, im dressed pretty well, i like the way my hair is and all that is ...ok. i was in mcdonald's getting my ususal and a kid asked me had i dyed my hair. normally i would have thought slightly ill of it but i answered and almost smiled. kinda reminded me of earlier when crystal asked me why i dyed my hair. i wasnt disturbed by the question but given that we really weren't friends at all im surprised she remembered me. heh it's the little things... i guess this is what college does to a person. i mean i didnt care before but it was crazy then but now its just cuase... the brains turned off kinda just blahze. a year ago i knew just about every one at sjc now its like only half. i guess its time for my interveiw i think im gonna walk. i want a girlfriend. heh its ok. ill just walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-3816155?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3816155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3816155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_05_27_archive.html#3816155' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-3785956</id><published>2001-05-24T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T23:54:09.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thoughts from today...&lt;br /&gt;this book only has forty sheets in it.  thats enough for what i have to say.  i could have stolen it very easily, but i paid the seventy-two cents for it.  so far this has been one of the best days of my life.  i woke up leasurely today.  i actually woke up before my alarm clock went off.  i prepared my clothes. i didn't have any breakfast aside from alergy medicine and a pepsi but its ok i wasn't really hungry anyway.  i rushed over to st johns for i guess a third vist today.  i wasnt gonna go but then i knew reggie wanted to go and i didnt have anything to do for the moment so i picked him up.  we were looking for Duffy so reggie could get his sabre  back but we didn't find him.  i didn't know whether or not  i would find the place for my interview easily or not so i just kept on to rockville from sjc.  ends up it took like thirty minutes so i had about five hours to kill so i drove around and found out i was actually near rockville pike.  the route i was told to follow i could have gone back to pennsylvania.  so driving around i found a toys r us.  of course i made the left turn and hopped in for a quick peak at there models.  they had one that i was looking for for quite a while so i spluged and bought it.  when i went to the counter to pay for it, this guy, greg, was taking forever to ring up the poeple in front of me. so i switched line to "luke" .  i think that was his name.  i saw him when i walked in about ten minutes earlier.  im guessing he was a naturall brunette but he had a huge patch of blonde hair and now his hair reminds me of a super saiyan.  anyway his nails were painted black, but they looked well taken care of.  i looked up at one point and notice his specialized contracts.  then there were the piercings. i guess on the name tag he had written "aka loki" for a reason (loki = norse mythological god; god of mischief).  he seemed cool tho.  i bought a gundam he seemed to know a little bit about them, but it could have been the comercial.  he said that his friend was a gundam builder also.  he could have known. anyway i went next door to burlington. i had to hurry and leave.  the clothing was great.  in the words of juvinile - they were "hot and on fire". i went up stairs and there were so many nice furnishings that i felt like decorating a room.  i wonder if mom would let me do that?  from there i went to cvs.  i sat down and read a couple of articles in a wrestling magazine.  i guess thats about the time i realized i was having a good day.  i realized i had just spent money that i shouldn't have, i only had six dollars cash in my pocket, i had seen some friends that i hadn't seen in eaxctly two weeks, i didnt have a job but i needed one, but ihad an inter viewlater, i think im on academic probation, i have bills to pay, i dont have a car, im dressed pretty well, i like the way my hair is and all that is ...ok.  i was in mcdonald's getting my ususal and a kid asked me had i dyed my hair.  normally i would have thought slightly ill of it but i answered and almost smiled. kinda reminded me of earlier when crystal asked me why i dyed my hair. i wasnt disturbed by the question but given that we really weren't friends at all im surprised she remembered me.  heh it's the little things... i guess this is what college does to a person.  i mean i didnt care before but it was crazy then but now its just cuase... the brains turned off kinda just blahze.  a year ago i knew just about every one at sjc now its like only half.  i guess its time  for my interveiw i think im gonna walk.  i want a girlfriend.  heh its ok. ill just walk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-3785956?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3785956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3785956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_05_20_archive.html#3785956' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-3427110</id><published>2001-04-30T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-30T00:04:17.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i went home this weekend instead of studying for my finals.  why? cuz i went to see a play.  i brought my suitemate orion with me.  turns out i dont have that many finals anyway.  my friend trish had the lead in "bye bye birdie"  it was good stuff im tired tho. my back hurts from my poor posture and being up all night last night.  i talked to elana all night last night. no jessica theres no ooo la la going on but i noticed she was stamding a bit closer to me today than she normally does.  i hadnt seen natalie in soo long.  good to see her and the whole jejmnnk (klan, crew, click, gang, group what are you guys?) you know hoe pathetic i am? i name cds after you guys.  i hear you guys like me having brought orion, huh? hes atheletic and outdoorsy  an aries like me and fairly intellegent. but hes TWENTY ONE so  hes a bit out you guys' league.  ( you can still dream tho)  you should see us wrestle one of us is gonna get hurt.  weve had couch diving contests and there was this one time that involved my crotch, his face,and a patch of mud which lead to four ppl in the shower covered in mud two of which were girls but enough about that.  i happy cuz im gonna get to go home for the summer this week.  you guys COME TO THE SJC BAND CONCERT if you wanna see me and hear some good music.  birthdays this week katie b and maia. (but actually in the reverse order.) you guy are so close to being semi-leagal like me! then youll be .... alumni well thats what i can think of right now thell prolly be more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-3427110?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3427110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3427110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_04_29_archive.html#3427110' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-3250996</id><published>2001-04-17T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-17T22:18:59.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so then my little quiz thingy that i tried to do was a flop cuz not that many people participated so thanks to those who did the rest of you well thats for crushing some hopes huh?  i am now two years away from being able to legaly drink but i wont be doing that so im as legal as im gonna get i guess. porn and cigs yay even tho i dont do either of those anyway.  well joining the legal driving club: jessica! congratsi! ok sjc ppl: 1.5 months left!  me: two weeks!  the play ill be there!  graduation ill be there! provided i dont like die or something.  a heart-t thanks to  those who remembered me birthday and a big thanks to my uncle who droped a "phat wad of cash on me" its too bad i lost ten bucks the other day cuz now i have to find change for a benji fat chance.  mai visited me and slapped me around fer a bit yay! mom came too she took some stuff  from here to home cuz i gotta move out fer the summer  but there will be more later &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-3250996?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3250996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3250996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_04_15_archive.html#3250996' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-3010317</id><published>2001-03-31T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-31T20:49:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oops i guess it just took a while to load then huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-3010317?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3010317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3010317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#3010317' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-3010310</id><published>2001-03-31T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-31T20:48:18.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dammit this thing wont except my html and im typing it correctly for once erin, nicloe, maia i tried to give you guys a link&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-3010310?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3010310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3010310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#3010310' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-3010142</id><published>2001-03-31T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-31T20:25:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hee hee. did you think that i died?&lt;br /&gt;i did. im back now 'tho. deader'n ever.  first off JESSICA didnt tell me that erin and nicole had a blog. lets bring you guys up to speed huh?  sleep. sleep is good. i have missed so many classes for not getting sleep the night before. thats ok now. i have made it so that im getting more sleep.  problem pretty much solved.  i have rearranged my room twice. its clean now. wwf bought out wcw.  maia got a red dress for prom.  im pretty sure ill be at the play. i will be nineteen in like two weeks and four hours.  i got my hair braided but i gotta get it redone.  im on an intrumural team for basketball.  today i just found out that 90% of my team doesnt like me. screw 'em. im likeable right?  from what ive heard the last game that they lost, if i'd a been there they'd have won. oh well i was doing something for a class. i was in dc to go to the kennedy center for a concert. the national symphony orchestra sucks. i am typing short choppy sentences.  you know whats funny about living in a dorm in the spring? everyone is horny. everyone except me i guess cause i know no one's in heat for me.  at the end of the day i go home alone.  hi mom. hi maia. oh yeah that kkk girl started up with me again.  hee hee she tried to flip my suitemate john over her shoulder type thing and so john landed on her and started humping her.  then she tried it again and he almost landed on his head but kicked her in the head instead then he fell on his butt and promtley farted. i tried to get up and run away and triped on kkk girl. later that night john's roomate my other suitemate threw his shoe down the hall but he threw it at the floor so it wouldn hit me but then, it being partly rubber, bounced and hit me square in the side of my right ass. turtle boy is sick.  what to do on a saturday night.  oh yeah im doing this on line quiz thing but not everyone is playing.  its not much to do and you could learn from it possibly.  you know i work hard at having fun and being dumb but all my teacher say im smart.  can you say under achiever.  leave me alone just let me be mediocer &lt;--- is that spelled right maia?  my friend in collorado  got some of her poetry published  yay! im not just saying that either. shes good.  any body wanna boyfriend? sbm half introvert half extrovert completely clean. 6'3" 185lbs mostly muscle. dresses well.  house trained. will talk likes to listen. thinks in reverse sometimes. drinks pepsi.  ya i need some tlc. click o the links in the margin. do it. bye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-3010142?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3010142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/3010142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_03_25_archive.html#3010142' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-2161068</id><published>2001-01-29T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-01-29T05:30:12.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok the post directly below this one should be below the one below that but its not so read the one thats all the way at the bottom of this heading -----&gt; jan 29th 2001&lt;br /&gt;then read the one below this &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-2161068?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/2161068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/2161068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_01_28_archive.html#2161068' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-2161055</id><published>2001-01-29T06:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-01-29T05:26:40.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ya i bought a cool pool "q" and so did my friend orion it being a stick and all i named it the "sodomizer" and his is the rachel poker &lt;-------- inside joke &lt;br /&gt;oh wait the joke has nothing to do with sodomy tho. if it did id feel sorry for rachel  :-( &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-2161055?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/2161055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/2161055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_01_28_archive.html#2161055' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-2160923</id><published>2001-01-29T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-01-29T05:08:27.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so then i have been up like i am to night for a while now i dont know what is wrong but im at night all the time now and its hard to get to class  cuz thas in the day i dont know how i got this way its been pretty bad as of late i sleep till like seven or eight at night and then im up all night again i dont know maybe im not getting enough exercise people in my dorm have started to drinkmore readily now i knew that they drank before but i just dont see whats so fun about getting so drunk that you puke and pass out  hey jess remember last year at the begining of this month i couldnt talk cuz i had tonsillitus and strep hee hee orange flames came out of my mouth almost two weeks ago i was sick or something like a 24 hour stomach virus any way i puked my guts out but it looked like some one rigged a tube in my mouth and forced out the contents of my stomach ya thats not the best way of describing that it was like the .... how do i say this ??????????? oh  ok you know when you have a water hose and then you put your thumb on one end and it causes the water to come out rather forcefully? it was like that except it was my mouth if it hadent been me bent over the toilet that thursday morning around 5 am (which i hadnt sleept that night cause i had diarhea along with the nausea) then it would have been cool oh look its almost five am now  five oclock in the morning where ya gonna be? down loading  off napster! better get your self together   remeber that song any one? there was this girl who wanted to date me over the internet and i was like no so now she wont talk to me  i dont think she would have harmed me but yo come  on this is a computer ok well ive wasted enough time good morning people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-2160923?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/2160923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/2160923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2001_01_28_archive.html#2160923' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-1833344</id><published>2001-01-02T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-01-02T01:36:16.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i dont have any thing else to talk about wes gonna talks abizout da wwf.  so jess since you prolly are one of the few that reads this yes you and prolly maia... vince mcmahon has been gone again lately rumored to be with trish stratus the canadian blonde, the wwf to me has been missing something these nothing like a good austin mcmahon fued but its just gotta be vince none other will do. vince and shane and stephanie is fine but its gotta be vince in there somewhere. triple"h" is m.i.a.  with back spasms and bulging disks like his partner of old chyna. road dogg wont be seen for a while  this is sad man the wwf is in bad company now its better than wcw still but oh my!  stephanie is holding the ball pretty well but shes aboout the only bad guy and may i say being a guy id like to see more of her topless like she was tonight william regal should not wrestle stone cold in my oppinion sorry but regal is the peanuts in my crap kane getting good attention he should get the belt for a while every body has gotten but him for a while he held it for a bit back when he taker the rock and stone cold were the top hands im guesing the femmes like the haircut i know i do it suits him better than that long hair dx dx dx where the hell is dx the writters broke that up a while ago and then the plot went bad for a bit that was when triple "h" joined the corpporation right before shane disbanded it and that whole xpac( whose out with a neck injury but should be back a short bit before the royal rumbal) vs.  triple H thing happened  hmm "hHh"= injuried xpac = injured, chyna = indefinately injured, road dogg = m.i.a.,  gee billy gunn is all alone there is a rumor of a possible return for mr. hbk id like to see that   im glad to see steph interact with stone cold tell you the truth i think shes sweet on him  characterly speaking of course but shes married to triple h and stone cold is married in reallity by the way kurt angle is  doing well but should lose the belt soonlet some one else get the spotlight idlike for it to be stone cold but as it is now i dont think he will get it any time soon either kane or stone cold is my thought on this situatation where did tazz go  i like his music stick to the ring tazz leave the comentary to j.r. and the lot also could king say idiots any more than he does hes usually is talking about rtc  which i agree that they are  and should be disbanded they serve an annoying purpose and  would do better off to wrestle separately in my opinion not that im not objective here  but thats how it is i wasnt feeling that latino heat plot either that was degrating to the latin american community and for guerrero who claims that he was emmulaitng a friend of his  glad to see taka and funaki back on raw and smackdown  althought the questionable mic skills are a bit stereo typical too but still not as bad as latino heat and mamacita actually kientai is a bit funny gives you something to chukle at ya know test is getting the boot from t&amp;a  im glad to see i always thought test could be a dominate player or at least hold his own now that hes free of the corporation and the shortlived union ( mick foley, big show, test,and ken shamrock) and now t&amp;a whose music was terrible  perhaps he will rise up a bit.  speaking of music  triple hhh so far has had some good music starting with dx and then the newer dx entrance, the rap version featuring run dmc, my time, which appeared on album four, the rap version of that with ras kas an mystical, (who is now free of master p so im told) and now the newer version of version of the old my time which stephanie mcmahon enters under.i like what disturbed did with stone cold's music and the undertaker in my opinion should have stuck with the kid rock american bad ass entrance.  chyna has a book coming out. her biography that is it will be out jan. 29.  droz is adjusting to his new lifestyle  and has a column at wwf.com. tiger ali sing d'lo and chaz is a no d'lo has fallen sooooo far as well as chaz tigerali sing has pretty good music tho we'll probably be seeing some jakks action figures of them soon im happy with the wwf toys so far they attemt and quite reasonably attain the actual facial features of the wwf stars  the rock  looks a little goofy some times but they're getting better at it anyone who knows me know that i love toys and would like to see more wwf model kits  (there are only four in my neck of the woods xpac taker stone cold and the rock) truth be know id like to see a contract between mcfarelane toys and the wwf.  kane and undertaker i believe have had a brief stint in the comic book world there charaters in the wwf make interesting reading im sure as i have yet to find these books.  big show and mark henry are still in ovw (ohio valley wrestling) trying to loose weight i cant wait for the big bastards to get back into things that might bring back shane  too   i guess the bottom line is regal needs to get another job; rtc needs to go else where; d'lo, chaz, loose the turbans ; chyna get well; xpac, tori, road dogg, hhh, come back; congrats to jim johnson for the job so far on the music; vince please come back. now if thats all watch smackdown on thursday people and i bid you ado &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-1833344?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1833344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1833344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_12_31_archive.html#1833344' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-1589116</id><published>2000-12-07T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2000-12-07T12:32:49.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ya hallo people that actually read my illogical schpiel,&lt;br /&gt;so now im playing basketball just about all the time which is fun cuz i love to play basketball and it reminds me of when i used to play a game and drink a pepsi and play a game and drink a pepsi and then jessica who has a blog by the way (ahem sjc patrons and teachers, alumni etc.) would walk by on her way home with erin and oh erin makes the cutest little sad face well anyhow some people here have actually gone out and puchased hockey sticks to play hockey on the tenis courts at night this will prolly be my last up date 4 a while since im going home soon i might be able to do some stuff while im there  arg im stuck with no car now tho since i totaled the one i used to have (puddles suck) i miss my cynthia courtney bell (puddles really suck) im still trying to get to that concert if your reading this kate and any other band members that care i have a feeling some people that go to school in nw dc are gonna be surprized soon&lt;br /&gt;ok get thee hither&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-1589116?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1589116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1589116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_12_03_archive.html#1589116' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-1450208</id><published>2000-11-24T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2000-11-24T01:10:00.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>er i was looking at my last blog i must appologize for my spelling i kinda spell like a paraplegic swimmer so any how im off crutches now  for good or at least untill the next time i cant walk again my ankle is stll swolen tho  such a great proponderance of stupid doctors in pennsylvania how did they survive  med school a well any why  im kinda able to get to run on it now that the weather is changing ya know just in time for to be too cold out for  the sane people to play football oh well i know i ll be able to alway get to wyoming to play football with ms mccoy (aint that right) is there a such thing as a cyber pimp i think that would be fun pimpin world wide expencive but fun i da know just a thought []D[][]\/[[][[]D[] []\[]  does any one know if im crazy or do i just think  ithat i am and im really quite sane  but then what is sanity  as you know ive been to college as of late i am befuddled at the least to say that i have not learned a thing except that when you finish high school you will learn to do a paper in a differnt way in college  so for the last two years of high school you have pretty much wasted your time i gained abou fifteen pounds  i guess that  thats good i usually gain ten a year but  i have trouble keeping it on but eating in college is different some how i guess cuz im catchin dinner at odd times and then eating constantly  and theres the occasional six oclock dinner with sam and  katie and rachel and elana  an mario and orion sometime pat or after art with steph and courtney or when i am pretty sure i have half a concussion after a rousing game of football with  paul and jeff and angi  theresa and shannon maybe even keith and the other pat will join us (i know too many people) is wearing a hat made out of a paper plate so bad? i caught hell for it durring football season  a year ago it was after practice i dont see what was wrong with a little individualism i had a neck tie made out of a coat hanger too i may have siad this befor but who are inspectors 1, 6, 8, 4, and 24 and why are they in my pants  they always leave they're number like your supposed to call them and thank them for making sure your pants were sewn correctly as if you wouldnt have seen that when  you tried them on i know id notice my zipper was on my thigh and a pocket in my cuff but then thats me well im gonna  do the laying in the bedd thing nnow so you go somewhere else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-1450208?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1450208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1450208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_11_19_archive.html#1450208' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-1191252</id><published>2000-10-27T00:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2000-10-27T00:17:56.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the last two thurdays  we here in montalto havent played played football so i have taken up basketball a good thing right? hell no  that sport gives me my worst injuries every the list in cludes a dislocated knee a torn rotator cuff and a bunch of scars  lately tho ive been doing well at it tho  so of course i decide too twist thie ringing piss out of my ankle  the worst pasrt was waking up in the morning let me tell you consciousness sucks so i hoble my black ass to class as much as i could it found it lovely that i had 8 am class four days in a row does life get any better than this cuz if not when i get 21 its a forty-four to the skull for me( kidding dont go calling 911) so this chick  that i know i thin if you click any where to the right of the margin on this page you can go to her blog but ya shes always downing her self  i just wanna tell her to look in the miror shes gorgeous i guess she needs a shot of testosteroneshe always makes me feel bettter about myself i want her too feel good sometimes too one more week people im coming home  i hope you missed me if not then well hey what can i say any talk to mister holmes lately i have i heard riverdale baptist is  the shishkabob this year sorryi missed the concert guys i wanted to be there but well ya know how it is damn its friday already (like im complaining) sjc in the playoffs? what the hell did i miss? i guess caoch ricca did  have some juice in him yet eh? mr hatch you still havent repsonded to my poem dont think i forgot i remember a lot of stuff i guess my email wasnt working so you can reach me at professsox2099@hotmail.com    but your prolly not goinna see this so  i just wasted some time heres a thought what courage can stand the terors of a woman's tongue.&lt;br /&gt;now  get the hell off my page&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-1191252?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1191252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1191252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_10_22_archive.html#1191252' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-1024238</id><published>2000-10-08T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2000-10-08T02:03:08.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so after getting back from wwf raw on monday night i went to  play foot ball on thursday   no bad injuries to report this time altho i went to block this guy but he didnt see me  and so i hit him reall hard but i ended up killing something inside of me and i had to sit down 4 a little bit but im ok in case any one cares not like last tursday when i went to block  a pass and dove and landed smack on my head i had such a headache from that  but getting back to this thursday  i  blocked a pass and ended up intercepting it but no one had tacked me so i got up of the ground  and started running and this guy behind me was chasing me and there was one in front of me so i quickly hit a spin move  and hauled ass  so i  think they ran in to each other  the  i just made a touchdown  by the skin of my shirt i was all happy and stuff. yay. but no one is here now its fall break every body is  home and stuff 4 days of solitude not me  i prolly wont be home till nov&lt;br /&gt;ok  so thats all im saying  thats the bottom line ---- now get out of my face &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-1024238?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1024238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/1024238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_10_08_archive.html#1024238' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-937588</id><published>2000-09-27T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2000-09-27T10:12:10.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgive me for i am about vent &lt;br /&gt;ok so  my  last english paper which i just got back was  according to my professor or what ever the hell she claims to call herself was terrible.  she told me to write about an environment that had a lasting effect on me so i did  and of course it had to have a body,oppening, etc. so i do that  and becuase she did interpet what i wrote too well she gives me a bad grade i dont think teachers realize the power that they have some times i mean one word on the wrong day can screw a person up for a long time  for a period of time i wanted  just take a knife and just gut her like a fish and feed her her own toesor cut her nipples off and paste her eyes shut with them but im over that now  it just burns me up how you try to do stuff the right  way and end up getting screwed   i mean i know thats how life is but goddamn i tell you a lot of stuff would be different if  i was the man in charge &lt;br /&gt;well whatever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-937588?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/937588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/937588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_09_24_archive.html#937588' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-917024</id><published>2000-09-24T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2000-09-24T20:54:21.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> this weekend i went back down to dc (im in pa cuz of college) i visted my higschool for a football game i heard that they were winning games and stuff so  i thought i should see for my self  but then they lost  and  some cheerleaders kicked mud at me (not on purpose)  but it was good to see my five foot crew(ya that's your names now) and then i didnt want leave again but i had to get my hair cut and maia where did you get to? i wanted to say goodbye and i have a jersy too so maybe  next  week huh ?&lt;br /&gt;-more later-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-917024?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/917024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/917024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_09_24_archive.html#917024' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-892109</id><published>2000-09-21T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2000-09-21T09:40:05.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i was on here earlier talking about how i am gonna play football later to day and how this place smells worse than three dense french whores in the back of an unemployment line and it got erased  so i was unhappy well any how  i dont think that i know any one that  doesnt smoke here ok n'er mind i do know a couple  but  yea this place smells bad cause im stuck between cows and corn and a couple of goats so i have yet to go cow tipping at which point i do think i will commit suicide cuz i will have become  just too damn bored my teacher/professor or what the hell ever he is is boring me this day  he is going on and on about probability and how to play lets make a deal but class is over now so good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-892109?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/892109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/830305/posts/default/892109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bigfoot.blogspot.com/2000_09_17_archive.html#892109' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06991047010235238749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-830305.post-830314</id><published>2000-09-13T02:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2000-09-13T02:15:36.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and its the 19th in case it doesn say so on the date&lt;br /&gt;last satuday i played football for the first time  and to say the least i was sorer than a pile of french pis.  yeah but it was fun right  its much better than with pads like they make you play in high school so eat that coach ricca ( glad to see you winnig some games finnally though) yeah but after that first saturday i was just sore  so of course i played again that thursday  i wasnt sore then but i was sore as hell after being raped by some holy talisman in the ass. what the deal was was i suplexed some kid on my own head hey shut up i didnt mean to then there was when i tackled those kids and smacked my head on the groung three or four times and then twice with the two touchdowns that I SCORED  one of which ended in me falling down a hill a couple  more tackles elbows in the jaw and knees in the crouch  but it was all in fun this saturday i played again and on the first play  i tackled this guy and he stepped on my lip so thats all swollen and fat and the sides of my face are purple  so of course i played sunday too first play i literally almost killed myself my neck snapped and i scarewd the living hot sin out of my self  i got a massage by two femmes out of it tho so it was ok  a couple of plays later i got a cleat in the chest and thats still red  i believe im gettin used to i t now  cuase im not sore so much any more and my friend s back in dc  have been so good about it to ( i miss you guys) they'ev verbally kicked my ass  telling me to be careful asking me an i nutz and stuff but theyve been there to listen to me bitch and pis and moan always offering words of solace( look it up) but i appreciate it guys   nate will be home this weekend tho cuase he has to get his hair cut by the way you can go visit my friend jess's&lt;---- what's the rule on that possesive plural (damn miss jones) but you can visit here---&gt;   &lt;a href ="http://davidrudrunk.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/830305-830314?l=bigfoot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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