<?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-3608904</id><updated>2011-12-04T10:08:11.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weirdo Among Us</title><subtitle type='html'>Use some imagination.

OrSoIThought.BlogSpot.Com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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>386</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3608904.post-113225742387926223</id><published>2005-11-17T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T11:57:03.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter 4</title><summary type='text'>I am a review whore! Give up for BlogCritics!ok, here goes my Goblet of Fire Review, don't feel compelled to read it till you've seen it, because I don't want my opinion affecting your gut reactions.If there ever was impending doom, there was blog critics like me.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://blogcritics.org/archives/2005/11/17/142614.php' title='Harry Potter 4'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/113225742387926223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/113225742387926223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113225742387926223' title='Harry Potter 4'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-112133664680659351</id><published>2005-07-14T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T03:24:06.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ask and Yee shall recieve:Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Review.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112133664680659351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112133664680659351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112133664680659351' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-112073089801612662</id><published>2005-07-07T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T03:08:22.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Read me at BC</title><summary type='text'>The movie should be split into two parts (farts might better describe the sections of the film: Producer Brain Fart #1 and Producer Brain Fart #2)...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112073089801612662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112073089801612662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112073089801612662' title='Read me at BC'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-112042106206392928</id><published>2005-07-03T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T13:04:22.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lame jokes</title><summary type='text'>I went to a party where the invitation said, "rsvpasap." I replied, "wtfrofl" and was very dissapointed when I showed up and there was no cake for me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112042106206392928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112042106206392928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112042106206392928' title='lame jokes'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-112041932772963525</id><published>2005-07-03T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:35:27.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in the bookstore looking at a book on stand up comedy, on the back cover it said, "timing is everthing" so I said, "fuck it" and bought a watch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112041932772963525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112041932772963525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112041932772963525' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-112002995794558497</id><published>2005-06-29T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T00:25:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just doing some house cleaning. Lyle is now lost in benin. his going away just a few days in the coming.Deadwood is a sweet show, so friggen awsome! watched all the episodes available, 24 hours worth, this last week and I dont regret one bit, so friggen awsome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112002995794558497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/112002995794558497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112002995794558497' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-111449938735303438</id><published>2005-04-26T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T09:15:03.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New members to my family!</title><summary type='text'>Birthday came a little early this year as these fine gentelmen appeared in my closet April 24th.The boy with three spots on his back Hollie named "Ratzinger" (very clever I think). I named the other "Rodent Langdon." Just "Langdon" or "Rod" for short. Since both names have ties to it we named the cage "the Vatican."Ratzingers on the Left, Langdon on the right. The Rats are absolutely awsome plus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111449938735303438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111449938735303438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111449938735303438' title='New members to my family!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-111431930526593843</id><published>2005-04-23T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T15:23:36.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are above those who are below.</title><summary type='text'>This is how I believe the Tag and Axe body sprays came into existance. Sort of...Prologue:Joel Port: (on the phone) Yeah! Yeah! Is this Channel? I would like to pitch an idea to you retards! Yeah! Yeah! I call it not-subtle advertising.-pause-Mysterious phone voice: We are intrigued. At nineteen hundred hours be at our front door, when the fog screen releases you from its bondage follow the scent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111431930526593843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111431930526593843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111431930526593843' title='We are above those who are below.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-111370157802373253</id><published>2005-04-16T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:44:59.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flavored, naturally.</title><summary type='text'>I was drinking Minute Maid Strawberry Passion drink just now when I noticed something interesting: The label states, "Naturally Flavored Fruit Drink with other Natural Flavors."Just what am I enjoying in my fruit drink if it contains natural flavors and *gasp* more natural flavors? A little redundant aren't we?The label is no more help unless you consider glycerol ester of wood rosin natures </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111370157802373253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111370157802373253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111370157802373253' title='flavored, naturally.'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-111212638324627476</id><published>2005-03-29T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:03:26.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollies Birthday</title><summary type='text'>I uploaded pictures from Hollie's Birthday trip to disneyland. We didnt want to come back, but I had finals waiting and they were gonna kick us out of the hotel room either way.My MouseInfo Gallery holds all the pictures so I cant remote link. There are a bunch of picture of Hollie and I as well as pictures of rides, characters, and general disneylandness.enjoy.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mouseinfo.com/photo/showgallery.php?cat=500&amp;ppuser=770' title='Hollies Birthday'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111212638324627476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/111212638324627476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111212638324627476' title='Hollies Birthday'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110938036036631681</id><published>2005-02-25T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T23:42:00.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the littlest man band</title><summary type='text'>so the littlest man band street team is having a contest! If you follow my link ill get a point towards winning a shirt or stickers or something. But if you register for the site it would be best cause that gets me a TON of points.why else should you register? One registration opens the whole site. You can download a free song (stayed away too long) from the media page, or go to the message </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.TheLittlestManBand.com/default.aspx?friend=58' title='the littlest man band'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110938036036631681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110938036036631681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110938036036631681' title='the littlest man band'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110784937166145983</id><published>2005-02-07T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T23:56:11.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mardi gras went off without a hitch in my house despite "Mardi Gras Canceled" signs all along the freeway and 400 cops patroling the city.If this were a superbowl I would have said the guns won. AirSoft being the mvpsome cool masksno mask, just his actual face.At least we had browniesAll told we had a lot of fun playing telephone charades and then a few late nighters played apples </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110784937166145983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110784937166145983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110784937166145983' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110634050418072125</id><published>2005-01-21T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T12:48:24.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Archie, I feel your pain and I salute you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110634050418072125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110634050418072125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110634050418072125' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110603869781673015</id><published>2005-01-18T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T00:25:04.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Outside my sisters weddingLorinne and her husband Rob at the court houseHollie and I, this might be from JulyIt rained... a lot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110603869781673015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110603869781673015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110603869781673015' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110429333655209037</id><published>2004-12-28T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T20:11:19.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Hero Persona</title><summary type='text'>I saw this quiz thing and thought, oh well i have time to kill. Entered in Howie which made me the Ferret. Once more, tried Lampert. Thought it was funny. Funny enough to post here anyway because I am here. I am here by the way.Your Superhero Personaby couplandesque       Your Name              Superhero Name       Emo Kid       Super Power       Can Cry On Command       Enemy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110429333655209037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110429333655209037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110429333655209037' title='Super Hero Persona'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110318354028470837</id><published>2004-12-15T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:52:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>   1 "toastchee" from an 8 pack from dollar tree.  $1/8   1 soda from a six pack. store brand. $1/6   1 spagettios. store brand $13/10  the cheap stuff $191/120   2 bus fares $2   4 arcade games $3   1 caramel java blast $3.25  Slightly more expensive stuff $ 33/4 sub total 1181/120. so about ten bucks.I managed to spend only a little bit i think...exceptTuition at poly $1244</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110318354028470837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110318354028470837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110318354028470837' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110296394944459283</id><published>2004-12-13T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:52:29.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as of today I am a Cal Poly Theater major.  awsome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110296394944459283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110296394944459283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110296394944459283' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110266329141674810</id><published>2004-12-09T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:21:31.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just incredible. The poker game I played tonight was unbearable. I folded crappy hand after crappy hand for two hours. Early on I bought a blind or two, and then my first big all in at the end was stumped by another guy with the same hand K6. K6 is crap, I know, but I was small blind and a fold meant I would be short if I made it to the next Big Blind. a few hands later my last harrah came with a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110266329141674810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110266329141674810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110266329141674810' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-110188910168771707</id><published>2004-12-01T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:44:00.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like Icy-Hot. Not the medication because I have never used it, but honestly cold as the ice maker and hot as the oven walls at the same time. No one ever said riding a bike home in freezing temperatures would be easy.Up the hill warmDown the hill freeze!The reverse of a steak thawing in the microwave.I am so hungry right now I could eat one. The microwave that is, because its broken. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110188910168771707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/110188910168771707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110188910168771707' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109999312576068542</id><published>2004-11-09T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:38:45.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>honestly, how many people would object to this?Ok. so its unrealistic and problematic. But perhaps I hate Bush that much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109999312576068542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109999312576068542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109999312576068542' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109955867887201985</id><published>2004-11-04T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T00:57:58.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election metaphore</title><summary type='text'>who has a spear? Ok. hold it out horizontally, im gonna walk about 30 feet in that direction and then sprint to you. Hold it tight! I wanna see if my momentum will carry through to you so we can laugh about what just happened in a loving embrace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109955867887201985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109955867887201985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109955867887201985' title='Election metaphore'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109875329916595696</id><published>2004-10-25T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T18:14:59.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So with the upcoming admissions period coming up its time to once again piss Hollie off with talks of moving elsewhere. Time once again to sit around and ask, "I don't know what I want to do with my life?"at this point I dont care if I go back to poly or I go somewhere else. Most of my friends are graduated or graduating. maybe its time for me to move on as well.As much as I would like to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109875329916595696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109875329916595696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109875329916595696' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109717948567019574</id><published>2004-10-07T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T13:11:34.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahoo! News</title><summary type='text'>Those pesky GOP guys are trying to block Micheal Moore from handing out clean underwear and Ramen noodles to college kids. They would like to block his attempt to get us to the polls in november, and I think its a really funny idea. I doesnt really matter how much I insist that Mac N Cheese is better, there is no denying the serious monetary edge you get when you buy ramen over vons brand mac n </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109717948567019574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109717948567019574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109717948567019574' title='Yahoo! News'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109708007905120028</id><published>2004-10-06T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T09:44:41.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Tiger Woods married Swedish model Elin Nordegren, not that I know who she is, but shes hot.And you know what?She has a twin sister.Good luck Mr Woods! Grrrrr!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109708007905120028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109708007905120028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109708007905120028' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109639206113662858</id><published>2004-09-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:21:01.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woa. another fucking earthquake. Maybe I should get out of the library, the one thats getting replaced cause its so old.Wheres the info... stupid internet, you take to long to update!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109639206113662858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109639206113662858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109639206113662858' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109609301623282953</id><published>2004-09-24T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:16:56.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Save Hockey</title><summary type='text'>so few people know that the National Hockey League is in a lockout that I guess it doesnt really matter. People are complaining about money. suprised?i would like to also complain that Shaun of the Dead is playing NOWHERE in SLO! I'll see first daughter cause its katie holmes and the forgotten because it looks interesting but SotD was the only movie that I was crazy about seeing. Stupid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109609301623282953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109609301623282953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109609301623282953' title='Save Hockey'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109566649437992615</id><published>2004-09-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:48:14.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At work I finished one of the books id been reading, this one was "nine stories" by J.D. Salinger. This meant that I had little to do but twiddle my thumbs and talk to myslef. Somewhere in this brain of mine I got the idea that "more often than never" was an awsome name for something. I decided it was way to emo for a band yet it was really catchy so I thought about writing an emo song about it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109566649437992615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109566649437992615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109566649437992615' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109419724807751559</id><published>2004-09-03T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T00:45:47.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally a blog post. By request, this time from the wicked darthness herself. </title><summary type='text'>The dollar tree is a wonder of science and economic reasoning. For the pocket change of 3 dollars, exactly, I swiped a massive 8.8 oz box of Mike and Ikes, a 10.5 oz bag of tootsie fruit roles, 5 mini sticks of slim Jim (I hadn't had one in years) and a vat of lard. (maybe it said fat of lard?). The lady and I then saw Vanity Fair and all its englishness at my precious DCC. A fun film full of all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109419724807751559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109419724807751559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109419724807751559' title='Finally a blog post. By request, this time from the wicked darthness herself. '/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109224979458690798</id><published>2004-08-11T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T11:43:14.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so incredibly sick of the stupid popup ads that are on my computer. Im so used to them that they dont even load before I close them (right click &gt; close on the taskbar works best) but today I was looking around the internet for a way to get rid of them and there was nothing. Spybot and AdAware both missed whatever program makes the ads. Its kinda agravating right now.Ill blame it on Bush..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109224979458690798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109224979458690798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109224979458690798' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109203727696855322</id><published>2004-08-09T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T00:41:16.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching Aliens movies teaches you a few things.1. Aliens dont like you2. Sigourney Weaver does not like you3. Aliens spawned from Sigourney Weaver really really dont like you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109203727696855322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109203727696855322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109203727696855322' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-109055963569466098</id><published>2004-07-22T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T22:13:55.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emo Album</title><summary type='text'>Last night Ben and I had a fun time at the Saves the Day concert. Mainly because it was a really good concert, and Saves the Day were ten times better than I hoped they would be. Also Ben and I had fun in between bands thinking of band names and songs that sound emo.  Band: Other Red MeatEP: My Heart1. ...on a platter2. Noose of noodles3. Liver and Tears</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109055963569466098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/109055963569466098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109055963569466098' title='The Emo Album'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108948923004059855</id><published>2004-07-10T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T12:53:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Melua review</title><summary type='text'>CalPolyBatBoy (12:37:05 PM): werdGoose dot nu (12:38:52 PM): yoGoose dot nu (12:38:59 PM): zupCalPolyBatBoy (12:39:16 PM): nothinCalPolyBatBoy (12:39:33 PM): i should write the review of a cd i gotCalPolyBatBoy (12:39:36 PM): naw solitare is betterCalPolyBatBoy (12:40:40 PM): i wont write it. thats more punkCalPolyBatBoy (12:40:48 PM): rip off the systemGoose dot nu (12:43:46 PM): fuck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108948923004059855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108948923004059855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108948923004059855' title='Katie Melua review'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108869850100205341</id><published>2004-07-01T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T09:15:01.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have been spending so little money lately. I spent around $80 in a 2 week period on food. and that was it. I spent nothing else. Why? Because today is the second which means rent is due... At my new place and my old place. and of course the new place wanted a huge security deposit.so subtracting my paycheck for those weeks I should be about ten million dollars in the hole. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108869850100205341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108869850100205341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108869850100205341' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108752090930763744</id><published>2004-06-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T18:08:29.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This ones on Ben!</title><summary type='text'>Woa, am I really looking at the blogger post page? This looks nothing like it did the last time I updated. And even different from the time before that. Weird man, weird.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108752090930763744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108752090930763744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108752090930763744' title='This ones on Ben!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108460291628474278</id><published>2004-05-14T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:35:16.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im sorry I didn't explain much, so here's more.William and Kimberly pictured together in "Sucking" were in a terrible car crash yesterday May 13th. William Chavez passed away at the young age of 20. He had a natural love and talent for the arts, especially music.  He was also one of my favorite subjects to photograph so in his honor I'm posting pictures of him here and elsewhere. Most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108460291628474278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108460291628474278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108460291628474278' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108450876127429228</id><published>2004-05-13T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:37:15.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>William I love you</title><summary type='text'>Will you were a best friend worthy of the world.I cant articulate right now what Will really meant. I could never articulate it fully.William the idea of never spending another day with you devastates me mind, body, and especially soul. When wondering what to do with my summer images of hanging out with William were enough to make me spend it with him in the valley. Now the world throbs through</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108450876127429228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108450876127429228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108450876127429228' title='William I love you'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108302861685412344</id><published>2004-04-26T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T18:21:03.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger... You said I was an active user and thanked me with a google mail account. Thank you! Its a bit early for my birthday (may 6th) but thank you anyway. Blogger people you are invited to my suprise party too. I dont know when it is, but you are invited.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108302861685412344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108302861685412344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108302861685412344' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108087424737909637</id><published>2004-04-01T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T18:55:29.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I adopted a cute lil' emo fetusfrom Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108087424737909637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108087424737909637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087424737909637' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-108072171390394828</id><published>2004-03-31T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T00:32:05.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The goose hosts my pictures. He is bored too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108072171390394828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/108072171390394828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108072171390394828' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-107912179146791286</id><published>2004-03-12T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T12:14:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can imagine someone IMing me if they were mad and wanted to bitch... But this guy shares my fucking address.pikamagi : You've pissed me off. Once I get over this murderous rage with which I was going to kill you, you and I are going to have a talk about your role in this apartment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107912179146791286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107912179146791286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107912179146791286' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-107760363368313413</id><published>2004-02-23T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:23:17.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose change has come forcibly this week to me and my blog. Cal Poly is officially hacking my UNIX account to bits for scrap metal.It is like your old friend calling you up and asking you to pick up the stuff in his garage or he will throw it away. yup, I am just taking up space.This means my lovely outfit here will become a bunch of red X's. Not that you care... youre here for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107760363368313413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107760363368313413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107760363368313413' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-107448792240675495</id><published>2004-01-18T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T20:53:58.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think it's going to work out...If we went out it would be a disaster. Trust me, it's better if we part hereTake the Should Lyle go out with me? Quiz^^Lyle and I arranged some songs on his new program. they are available for DL on his blog</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107448792240675495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107448792240675495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107448792240675495' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-107447058979885829</id><published>2004-01-18T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T16:05:05.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I dont post very often I will try to make the most out of this post.Isnt it funny that I got 2 comments on the same day when that post didnt get comments in 20 days or so.Ok guys, as you were.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107447058979885829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107447058979885829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107447058979885829' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-107251667930167246</id><published>2003-12-27T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T01:19:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woa, my sis rocks. She got me "Avenue Q" The broadway cast recording and its really hilarious. Its like a Sesame Street for adults and the song titles say it all. "The Internet is for Porn," " Everyones a little bit Racist," and " You Can Be as Loud as the Hell you Want (when youre making love)" are some of my favorites.The music is lively and some of the songs have intriging harmonies that are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107251667930167246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107251667930167246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107251667930167246' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-107111097617388321</id><published>2003-12-10T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T18:50:40.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gunbound.netI am probably playing this as you read this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107111097617388321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107111097617388321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107111097617388321' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-107035711477330983</id><published>2003-12-02T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T01:26:07.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Last Samurai is the best movie ive seen all year.--my review at blogcritics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107035711477330983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/107035711477330983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107035711477330983' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106983825224911376</id><published>2003-11-26T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T02:24:29.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bush isnt impeached yet?</title><summary type='text'>A government that supports a free nation only steps in when people are hurting each other. Emotional, physical, economically and whatnot. Under bush things like the patriot act take away your constitutional rights, and more importantly your individual, human rights.More than any other president before him bush has pushed his personal agenda into congress. His greed, his hate towards gays, his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106983825224911376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106983825224911376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106983825224911376' title='bush isnt impeached yet?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106945751251740092</id><published>2003-11-21T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:32:30.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bio Terrorism Drill PicturesNotice the excellent acting in the pictures. and also i gotta say Im excited about the upcoming album from the offspring: Splinter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106945751251740092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106945751251740092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945751251740092' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106930512401104403</id><published>2003-11-19T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:12:40.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hollie and I got contaminated with some bio terrorism substance today (not really). She actualy was sent through the decontamination station (stiped and wiped down by creepy guys in grey body suits. thats about it, ill post pictures later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106930512401104403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106930512401104403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106930512401104403' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106914718108433860</id><published>2003-11-18T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T01:20:14.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many of you have known about this for a while, but watch Matrix ping pong (its in flash) cause its really genious. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106914718108433860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106914718108433860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106914718108433860' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106905749481465105</id><published>2003-11-17T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:29:50.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive been looking at your blogs. Something I havent done in a long time, and I gotta say I noticed something i hadnt before: Each has a character of its own which reflects you.Goose, you have the blog of the people. Streamlined from funny daily thoughts, actions, and antics, the blog is now professionalized with comedic articles and editorials with high grade pictures. Your frequency definitly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106905749481465105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106905749481465105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106905749481465105' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106898262150931056</id><published>2003-11-16T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T13:03:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(I researched the quote that was originally here and it was actually GB senior. but theres plenty of bush to go around so heres another quote.)"There ought to be limits to freedom." -- George W. Bush speaking against a site which parodys him" KiSsMeImCoNFuZd:  thats pretty unhealthy  CalPolyBatBoy:  the mans gonna turn the world against us KiSsMeImCoNFuZd:  too late </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106898262150931056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106898262150931056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106898262150931056' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106869040665019189</id><published>2003-11-12T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T18:27:13.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You should all go see my sister in her new show. If you live in NY near that area go and tell me about it... i cant get out there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106869040665019189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106869040665019189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106869040665019189' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106862593785166253</id><published>2003-11-12T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T00:46:19.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dean</title><summary type='text'>Frankly I am not into politics. Like many of my age, I view the government as a corrupt and ill-informed group who, for some reason or another, are fit to run our country.Recently, however, my philosophy teacher has taken to explaining Plato, Kant, and others by using the Bush administration as a model. Bush has violated the most plain thoughts of all these men and in the words of Howard Zinn </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.deanforamerica.com/' title='Dean'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106862593785166253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106862593785166253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862593785166253' title='Dean'/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106859717492088624</id><published>2003-11-11T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T16:33:20.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen I present to you, for the first time since the borrowing of this layout, CAPITOL LETTERS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106859717492088624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106859717492088624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859717492088624' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106853866147166995</id><published>2003-11-11T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T00:21:59.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>things learned:I am not a cuddler....When I sleep I take up a lot of space and time and like to do cornucopius amounts of dreaming. I value it as the bringer of new thoughts, new days, and new dreams. I looooove sleep. To some I am affectionate and touchy, but i am also a twitchy convulsing tosser. I sleep in a whirlwind of positions which constantly change and are not very accepting of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106853866147166995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106853866147166995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106853866147166995' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106809442734919437</id><published>2003-11-05T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T20:54:04.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw brother bear also today. I liked it. once again, in my groggy state I cant elborate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106809442734919437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106809442734919437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809442734919437' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106805092944099541</id><published>2003-11-05T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:49:06.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I waited all night for matrix revolutions and while i did not have high expectations for it I did expect it to be a matrix film.But it wasnt.It hints at all the special effects youve seen in the past and winks at the fun it used to have. im tired so i wont go much farther than that except to say that the look sound and feel of this movie was different.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106805092944099541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106805092944099541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805092944099541' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106612192467909748</id><published>2003-10-14T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T02:21:11.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steps up on soap boxSpeak out against Marrige protection week!george bush is a dumbfuck. He declared that this week will be dedicated to the protection of marrige as a union between a man and a womanessentialy hes saying "im a homophobic bastard who doesnt want gay people to save money on taxes" (but he will give his beyond rich friends a gratuitous tax cut).I know there are people who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106612192467909748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106612192467909748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106612192467909748' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106592398584709648</id><published>2003-10-11T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T18:59:45.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yellowcard playerHey Click On this link and help me get a free Yellowcard shirt. The link has Yellowcard songs and the Way Away video which are pretty cool. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106592398584709648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106592398584709648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106592398584709648' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106547531530923982</id><published>2003-10-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T14:21:55.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so Yellowcard is playing a free concert before the LA Kings game on the 25th at staples center. Its a Saturday night and a family game (discount tickets) so I really wanna go do to both.If youre interested give me a call, IM me, email me, do something cause itll be coolA family pack is $80 and includes4 tickets4 sodas4 hot dogsand  parkingAnd the concert is free!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106547531530923982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106547531530923982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547531530923982' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106542757194260290</id><published>2003-10-06T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T01:06:12.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hollie wants a blog. Oh wonder of wonders! I think im going to LA next weekend and WHEEE.. BEEP!this is a sutpid entry which when coupled with self refferential scentences becomes an knowledgeable stupid entry.Will, I want to JAM this weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106542757194260290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106542757194260290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106542757194260290' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106470551285779128</id><published>2003-09-27T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T16:32:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know you all wonder How does one play Advanced Candyland?Surely you think this innocent childrens game was easy and far from corruptable, but alas there are some of us who think otherwise.These are the rules for making your game more than just candy.Setup: Each player recieves 4 cards before play starts, the rest is the same.Special Game Rules: 1. You may choose to play any of their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106470551285779128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106470551285779128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106470551285779128' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106332051737207392</id><published>2003-09-11T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T15:52:21.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey hey hey, im here and im queer. well... no. i have a girl friend. But i am gay and by gay i mean happy, and by that i mean flamingly so.I am by now fully off my prozac summer, and I can say now how it affected me, though i was anable to decifer these things while I was on the thing.While it did not do too much, it did quiet me down a bit. I make a lot of noise that is pretty much just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106332051737207392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106332051737207392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106332051737207392' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106232214441709701</id><published>2003-08-31T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T02:31:36.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive come home for the weekend. And boy are my legs tired. hahToday was fun, Saw the producers with Jason alexander and Martin Short. Both were really good, though Short more so than Jason. I got a mug and for Hollie and Lyle I got magnets. I had a lot of fun at the show.Then I saw camp, a hilarious film about teenage drama camp. It had some really funny moments.then i slept through the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106232214441709701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106232214441709701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106232214441709701' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106197791303239727</id><published>2003-08-27T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T02:51:53.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a while. I have taking care of buisness.I moved back to san luis obispo, into my new place, had to walk my desk over (thanksfor the help lyle) because i couldnt get ahold of anyone with a truck.Speaking of lyle, he lives next door now. i get to yell out my window when he and his roomates come home. good times. He got a sweet projector that they are currently using on the wall. We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106197791303239727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106197791303239727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106197791303239727' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106093483899943112</id><published>2003-08-15T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T01:11:44.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I added three new pictures to my deviant art site. My favorite is called sucking. Happy road trip to my friends, and have a great rest of summer to the rest of you in the valley.  Hellooooo San Luis</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106093483899943112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106093483899943112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106093483899943112' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106090428860347348</id><published>2003-08-14T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T16:42:38.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you starbucks for calling me today. I know youve sat on my application for two months but its nice to know that you have enough humor to call me 2 days before I go back to San Luis Obispo. Yes Id like a interview, but do you mind the 3 hour drive?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106090428860347348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106090428860347348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106090428860347348' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106067384255044232</id><published>2003-08-12T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T00:37:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a new cd player. It plays Atrac3 files. Which are smaller than mp3s but sound better than them. I was able to put 24 hours worth of Musicals onto one cd.I put the cd on shuffle and Im absolutely loving it. Thanks Nino for telling me about it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106067384255044232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106067384255044232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106067384255044232' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106049806148014842</id><published>2003-08-09T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T23:47:41.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So when Josh, Gregg, Will and I get together and jam we are one of 4 bands.Roadside, or Roadside VarietyThe Miss NancysSeraphinThe Truth About StaceyEach band name coresponds to a certain sound. Except for one which requires Josh to cross dress and call himself stacey ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106049806148014842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106049806148014842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106049806148014842' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106042102019091027</id><published>2003-08-09T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T02:23:40.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok 2 things. Will ended up quitting his job.... and they asked him to stay. So he did. And then they fired him the next day. Now he will get unemployment.on a second note, happy aniversary Blogcritics. Ive got 5 or 6 posts on there, mostly raving about bat boy the musical or yellowcard. Theres a harry potter post too, and one about the radios obsession with dead bands. yey</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106042102019091027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106042102019091027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106042102019091027' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-106003340166946310</id><published>2003-08-04T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T14:43:21.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what really sucks? I was supposed to start work 2 weeks ago. I was told I had to work saturdays and be there at 8am.That didnt happen. The date got pushed back and pushed back till I was told id start for sude august second.That didnt happen. They said to start today, monday.That was fucked up. Nino and I went in with Willy only to be sent out again ten minutes later. The big boss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106003340166946310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/106003340166946310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106003340166946310' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105955529533510846</id><published>2003-07-30T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T01:54:55.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive spent many hours of my life glued to Dawsons Creek. I used to try to deny it, I was a total closet case. Two of my former screen names have to do with the show, and back in the days of "free time" i was on the couch watching every minute every week no matter what.It is an old friend with tons of memories attached. It colided with real events in my life, and errily mirrored pieces of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105955529533510846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105955529533510846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105955529533510846' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105952765902240802</id><published>2003-07-29T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T18:14:19.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>added some more links, put my counter back on, and placed my bat boy picture on the bottom (cause i cant do without it)I think i found a problem with this template though, i cant type in caps at all. It all becomes lowercased. How do you fix that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105952765902240802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105952765902240802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105952765902240802' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105950495133289826</id><published>2003-07-29T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T12:37:33.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Disneyland totaly rocked. I went with Hollie, who had never gone before, so I was trying to get on as many rides as possible... on a saturday. I think we managed pretty well, if I do say so myself. This is the list, nearly in the order of what we did everything.Jungle CruisePirates of the CarabienIndiana JonesTom Sawyers IslandWinnie the PoohMr Toads Wild RideInnovationsAutopia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105950495133289826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105950495133289826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105950495133289826' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105921077667004431</id><published>2003-07-26T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T02:12:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont know if it was just me, but my blog looks a little different. Thats totaly weird.*cough*Oh, ok im tired, and look comments seem to be working (i havent seen anyones comments in 2 weeks). Thanks guys.Im off to disneyland tomorrow! Hopefully ill have pictures and stuff for you.And as you can tell this template from blog skins is not finished.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105921077667004431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105921077667004431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105921077667004431' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105903934744149699</id><published>2003-07-24T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T02:35:47.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont get it. Bands have tons of merchandise, but usualy dont have wallets. Im in the market for a new one, my living end wallet has been broken for at least 2 years now. I want something from a band I like but cant find anyone with wallets. I tried cafepress too, but they apparently dont have wallets. Booo!If you know of any cool wallets id appreciate a link.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105903934744149699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105903934744149699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105903934744149699' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105901364277852643</id><published>2003-07-23T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T19:27:22.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CalPolyBatBoy: stupid girlsfearlesspookie: whiner!fearlesspookie: :-) :Pfearlesspookie: stupid boysfearlesspookie: boys suck assCalPolyBatBoy: you know theres like six girls that ive told I wanted to hang out withCalPolyBatBoy: and i call them and theyre busyCalPolyBatBoy: and they never call backfearlesspookie: like really put your nose in the crack wrap your lips around sucking</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105901364277852643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105901364277852643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105901364277852643' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105892337419573504</id><published>2003-07-22T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T18:22:54.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A terrific album! Aww, im glowing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105892337419573504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105892337419573504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892337419573504' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105886528361223684</id><published>2003-07-22T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T02:18:26.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In memorization of Gooses post about BBQ’s I have decided to post about something that interests me as much as food. That subject would be girls. (*cue “worried face”*)Samantha-wise says its part of being a Taurus. Taurus men always want to be in the company of women. It is part of our list of qualities, right next to being pretty messy folk. She then sauntered off to her séance for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105886528361223684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105886528361223684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105886528361223684' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105865885204487729</id><published>2003-07-19T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T16:54:11.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im starting to get frustrated with my summer. Well, i have been for a while.  it pisses me off that people dont call me. I call tons of people. take stephanie for instance, ive called her 8 times or so, and she hasnt called me once. I assume michelle didnt write down my number before she signed offline. Samantha and Gina I dont expect much from. ive called them a few times hoping to make plans, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105865885204487729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105865885204487729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105865885204487729' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105850829242841555</id><published>2003-07-17T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-17T23:04:52.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im practicaly a celebrity.My history with the Teenage drama workshops starts back in 1994 when my sister started. She was did shows back in 94 95 before i arrived in 96, then we were together in 97 and 98, after which i continued in 99 00 and worked there in 02. thats a loooong time. But most of m celebrityism comes from 00 and 02.As I walked in the door of the theater i was greeted with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105850829242841555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105850829242841555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105850829242841555' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105808678620728664</id><published>2003-07-13T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T01:59:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was out with the NSFC (Non Snooty Film Conosuers) and we seem to have ran into a bit of a coincidence in the theaters. We have discovered that the movies we pay full price to see are nowhere near as good as the ones weve seen for free.Movies we saw for $0.00 - $4.00: Pirates of the Carabien, 28 Days Later, Gangs of New York, Oceans 11Movies we saw for $8.00 (which seems to be a standard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105808678620728664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105808678620728664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105808678620728664' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105786257197462592</id><published>2003-07-10T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T11:42:51.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Definitly my favorite way to be introduced to a new blog is to find out that it links to me ;)Thats the case with Three Hot Chicks who, from the looks of it, wouldve enjoyed warped tour emensly yesterday.Thanks girls!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105786257197462592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105786257197462592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105786257197462592' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105782054688889766</id><published>2003-07-10T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T00:24:09.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>warped tour was sooooo cool.Unlike last year though, the bands I wanted to see had all been clumped in between 4 and 6.So heres the bands i saw, and an asterisk means i didnt see the whole set.YELLOWCARD!Less than Jake*The AtarisFace to Face*Suicide Machinces*The Used*Simple PlanPennywiseSomething Coporate*Dropkick Murphys*Bowling for SoupOver It*Park*Reve Olution * (i think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105782054688889766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105782054688889766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105782054688889766' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105761716198192927</id><published>2003-07-07T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T15:35:01.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its been a while since i posted no?Wed is Warped tour in Ventura. Im stoked.My friends Will, Nino, Kim, and Gregg, have become very interested in something we call ButtRudder. You get a shopping cart and two people, one on the front one on the back. Both facing over the cart. The person facing forward has the job of propelling the cart forward and being a counter ballance while the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105761716198192927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105761716198192927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105761716198192927' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-105670740311758994</id><published>2003-06-27T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T02:53:24.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Short BurstsI had a grand picture of what this summer was going to be like in my head. I was going to have a job that wasnt all bad, a licence and a car, an ipod, and I wouldnt rot at home.I was really excited about getting away from San Luis Obispo, which had been a source of pain for the period leading up too break. While my problems in SLO were emotionaly related I came home to a very real</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105670740311758994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/105670740311758994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105670740311758994' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-96011781</id><published>2003-06-25T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T04:02:23.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick and simple post here. I saw an episode of Last Comic Standing today, and the show is very well crafted. Its a reality tv show that I enjoyed watching. the premise isA bunch of stand up comics live in a house. typical day time missions, and then they get all survivor on yah and have to vote someone outta the house. They do it by saying " I think im funnier than _____."  Then the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/96011781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/96011781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#96011781' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95938596</id><published>2003-06-23T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T00:46:09.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i wish i could blog from anywhere. cause today was amusing.My parents are weird. My dads heart rate quadruples everytime money is invloved in anything. Its sad to see, because he takes out his anxiety on me. Its hard to believe a 20 year old could succesfull get grounded.oh and then there was the time that my parents were watching the news and my dad says discustedly "Hes wearing a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95938596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95938596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95938596' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95783543</id><published>2003-06-18T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T00:49:40.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im home and stuff stuff. Saw finding nemo, it was good. Got new Less than Jake and Weird Al albums, both are pretty good, but not their bests. Applied to work at Borders today and ran into friends Jessica and Falechia from TADW. They were looking really, really good and both happened to be doing the same thing i was. If I wasnt with my mom it wouldve been nice to catch up with them. Id love to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95783543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95783543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95783543' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95619534</id><published>2003-06-12T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T18:45:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yellowcard!!!So yeah Yellowcard just released their first single off of their new album due out July 22nd. The song is called "way away" and its pretty good. I cant wait for the album, Oceam Avenue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95619534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95619534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95619534' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95574224</id><published>2003-06-11T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T19:57:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my roomate went in the bathroom today at 7:10 pm. I didnt think much of it at the time, I had somewhere to be at 8pm and its no biggie. A shower doesnt last that long right? Wrong. I take the longest showers in the world, especialy when I shave. which by the way I had planned on doing. Tonight is the last Ballroom Wednesday dance of the quarter and I wanted to look spiffy.  After five </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95574224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95574224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95574224' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95526264</id><published>2003-06-10T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T16:26:17.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95526264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95526264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95526264' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95499129</id><published>2003-06-10T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T02:42:29.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to America Online's Live Help Area. A Customer Care Consultant will be with you shortly. AOLTechERW has joined this session! Hello, Bat Boy. Welcome to Live Technical Support. My name is Erwin. CalPolyBatBoy stated the question or problem as: I would like to know how I check who has warned me recently. . Are you contacting us about the computer you are using? You said: yes. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95499129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95499129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95499129' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95498277</id><published>2003-06-10T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T01:51:36.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>programing roxors. except when it dont make sense to the programer.When fixing your program means erasing a line, and retyping the exact same thing back on it I know theres some funky shit going down inside this computer of mine. but i love my cow. which reminds me, I need to clean some hard drive space off this hunka puter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95498277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95498277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95498277' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95456391</id><published>2003-06-09T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T01:04:53.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My roomate came home pretty much when i finished that post.Dinner winner pictured below. Note the glass, I thought it might make it taste better if it wasnt in a styrofoam cup...It doesnt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95456391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95456391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95456391' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95455304</id><published>2003-06-09T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T00:09:11.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I ate a single toasters strudel. It was the last one in the box. I always eat two at a time, but earlier in the week when i was sick and could only stomach one. that would be what one could constitue as breakfast. lunch was kettle popcorn, this particular batch of microwaveable pouches was expertly put together by broken machine down at the factory. the botom half of the bag was saturated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95455304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95455304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95455304' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95440146</id><published>2003-06-08T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T16:16:04.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is one really bored stone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95440146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95440146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95440146' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95394454</id><published>2003-06-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T19:47:17.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ive never signed the back of my credit card. noone seems to care.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95394454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95394454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95394454' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</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-3608904.post-95338076</id><published>2003-06-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T11:48:22.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The quote of the day comes from the always wise Chris Smith AKA Nicoles Chris."I wouldnt date Marcella because she sounds like something you eat. I dont eat Nicole Bowers."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95338076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3608904/posts/default/95338076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orsoithought.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95338076' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02753619810977947078</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
