<?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-7927986</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:54.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusions I Drew</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-116309037598497396</id><published>2006-11-09T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T09:39:36.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a year</title><content type='html'>Some people may ask "Why haven’t you posted in over a year?", and I would say "I have no idea.” Well I figured I would at least try and write a new entry at least once a week or so. So here is a general update, new apartment (new roommate included), new job, and new classes. Back in June I moved into my new apartment with Kristen. So far it’s good, we both aren’t neat freaks but know when it gets to the "this is nasty" point. The apartment itself is great, big rooms and right across the street from the history building. My new job, at first I didn’t think I was going to like it. But then all of a sudden after everything calmed down, it’s great. Classes on the other hand are a bit harder than I thought. I seem to be putting a lot of work into my 1000 level design class (to get art credit), far to little work into my senior level writing class, and neglecting all of my other reading. Spanish is "fun" but I think I am starting to get it, even though the tests look like I might have a mental handicap. I have a major research paper due in my European History class due next week, I haven’t really started. I get to live in the library for the next few weeks. On a good note, next summer I think I am going to take a Holocaust class (where you go to Germany and travel around and see everything). It will be a good trip, and my friend Michelle is hoping to go as well. I have got the approval to, on the travel day (from Berlin to Munich) to rent a car instead of the train. I will be cruisen to Munich with Michelle in our rented BMW on the Autobahn. Something I have always wanted to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-116309037598497396?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/116309037598497396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=116309037598497396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/116309037598497396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/116309037598497396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2006/11/over-year_09.html' title='Over a year'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-112279223641742009</id><published>2005-07-31T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T00:43:56.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>Its weird how people you think you know, can completely change. Maybe you don't know them as well as you thought, but it is still awkward on how fast people change. I think college is a weird time for a lot of people, and more interesting for me. I have always considered myself a "mature" person, so naturally I gravitate toward older people. This presents a challenge, my friends graduate, then move away. Then I make friends with people my own age, then start the whole cycle again, when I graduate. As this date approaches (ok I have like 1.5-2 years left), I have to ask where might my life lead me next. I don't think I can handle more school, mostly because I can't stand being poor, having no savings account, and having to wonder "Can I afford to get the latte today". Yes I have a minor addiction to lattes, but that's not the point. I don't think having to worry about being able to afford a 2 dollar drink should be a problem. Now, I am not saying that I am worse of than anybody else, in fact I think I am very well off for a college student. But the coffee thing is my nice thing, other people smoke (lots of things), drink, or other expensive habits. So in the end I want a real job that pays, and I am not talking about a 15 dollar and hour job (28k a year). I am sick of being stepped on in the workforce. Granted a BA in history doesn't do much for me, but I think I will be able to get a start. I think I am definitely going to have to leave Laramie. I don't think I can handle this small town for many more years. Do I want to live on one of the costs or just move to a different country? Throw into this already complicated mix, that I would really like someone to spend my life with, makes my odds of getting all of this very small. I can stand not having someone romantically in my life, at least for the time being but after I leave Laramie, who knows. And now I want is a cup of tea, and my milk smells bad, so I am going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-112279223641742009?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/112279223641742009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=112279223641742009' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/112279223641742009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/112279223641742009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/07/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-112197487851618217</id><published>2005-07-21T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:41:18.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger, Apartment, and Me</title><content type='html'>I hate blogger. I just typed a whole blog, then clicked spell check, we all know I cant spell, then windows blocked it, saying it was a pop up. Then I said allow pop ups and it deleted my whole thing. Ok, so my apartment. I think my apartment is a poo hole. I like my little apartment, however there are lots of little things that are starting to get to me. We will start in the bathroom, where I am getting a little irritated with the size. Saying its small is generous. There would be room for a full size bath, but they decided to put in a shower, that need a walkway into the shower that is as big as the shower, granted its not that much space. Moving on to the kitchen, its small but it works. The fridge I think is heading south, nothing is staying very cold, so I cranked it up last night, we will see how it works. I hate doing dishes, with a passion. So the other night I ordered a small dishwasher on wheels, the stupid countertop one is too tall by about an inch. The bedroom is fine though I wish I more closet space (what gay man doesn't!). I think the carpet needs to be replaced in the bedroom, but I don't think I am going to ask my landlady, the bathroom takes priority. The living room is nice and large but I wish the fireplace worked. And throughout the apartment I have ants and spiders. The ants aren't normal ants, the are mini ants, that are too small to eat the poison that I put out for them. Did you know spiders hate Scrubbing Bubbles?, like they die instantly?&lt;br /&gt;So for the past three days I have had a nasty headache, not migrane but still painful. The only thing that helps stop the headache is mass amount of expresso, and naps. Work has also been crazy, and shows no signs of slowing down. Mass amounts of computers showing up that all have to be installed by the end of the month, then testing and the email merge next month. But the good thing is IT approved overtime, so if you cant find me I am at work or trying to kill the headache with coffee. I think that's all for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-112197487851618217?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/112197487851618217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=112197487851618217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/112197487851618217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/112197487851618217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/07/blogger-apartment-and-me.html' title='Blogger, Apartment, and Me'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-112022636753933727</id><published>2005-07-01T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T07:59:27.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go West Young Nerd</title><content type='html'>We salute our Locutus of Blog, Abra, as she joins the ranks of the graduated and begins her life in Seattle. We send her off with open hearts and our warmest of wishes. Take luck and enjoy your adventures, NerdyGirl, but remember we are only a blog post away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-112022636753933727?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/112022636753933727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=112022636753933727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/112022636753933727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/112022636753933727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/07/go-west-young-nerd.html' title='Go West Young Nerd'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-111901900781552689</id><published>2005-06-17T08:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T08:36:47.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview game</title><content type='html'>Here are The Official Interview Game Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying Âinterview me.Â&lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each personÂs will be different.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I do pretty good work with the questions, so someone let me interview them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here are the questions from the Dark Rev:&lt;br /&gt;1) Monkeys fly out of your butt. How did they get there?&lt;br /&gt;--Who knew when you eat babies, they turn into monkeys?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your new computer comes preloaded with software that allows you to contact dead celebrities. Who do you call first?&lt;br /&gt;-- It would be Hitler. I knoI, i am a weird history major. I would like to say, "So you went wrong with the whole "hating everybody" thing. You could have taken over the world or at least kept control over Germany if you blamed the French. Everyone hates the French, even in the future." ThIn i would design a virus and take down hells mainframe, just for the "hell" of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Who would you rather be captured by, the Vogons or the Ferengi?&lt;br /&gt;-- Ferengi all the way. I could totally bargain my way out of anything they tried to pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) How many steps removed are you from the throne of England, and how do you plan to eliminathesehse between you and the crown?&lt;br /&gt;-- Well my English roots are very, very far away from the thrown, Io i would have to say just get ride of the whole island and thIn i could start over. Or is mass murdisn'tsnt your thing, which its not my stylI, i would just marry into the royal family. Either Prince Harry or Will, cause damn, Princess Di had the good genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) In your time as an employee of the computer labs, who was the most annoying and/or weird person you have ever had to help?&lt;br /&gt;--Well there is the always famous cat lady. BIt i think the persIn i modespiseice is this one guy who like to demand that we have green sheets for the bubble sheet scanner. He thinks my job is to be here to get things for him, and he is very wrong. I may have said, "I am sorry its not the laresponsibilityity to have bubble sheets, and Iodon'tont have any". He stidoesn'tsnt understand thItdon'tont like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was fun, exept for the monkeys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-111901900781552689?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/111901900781552689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=111901900781552689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111901900781552689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111901900781552689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/06/interview-game.html' title='The Interview game'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-111895980867536733</id><published>2005-06-16T15:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:10:08.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while AGAIN</title><content type='html'>I am really bad at keeping up with blogging. When I have a summer class, that makes me do homework, I try and get it done. Well the class is done, (I got a B) so I can in theory keep up with blogging. So I sold my stock today, then spent more than the stocks and rent deposit return (don't ask about that damn pile of poo. Oh yeah don't lease an apartment at Shilopark) on a new computer. Yeah, I really wanted a new box to play all the new super fun games that I haven't been able to play for a long time. I will post more about it later.&lt;br /&gt;This will be a short post, because the Rev. will be interviewing me. I am kinda scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-111895980867536733?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/111895980867536733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=111895980867536733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111895980867536733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111895980867536733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-been-while-again.html' title='Its been a while AGAIN'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-111661577916446642</id><published>2005-05-20T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:02:59.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty, then No kitty</title><content type='html'>Ok so here is the story. I went and adopted a kitten yesterday. He was a cute little white guy Then last night after spending all night watching him and hold him, that I don't think it was right for me to keep him. I know what you are thinking, "Drew its a kitten he will grow out of it and be fine being alone", which I understand. Still I don't think its fair to him, to grow up in a basement where daddy leaves all the time, and he never knows when I would be home. So I slept on this big decision, to keep him cause I really like him or take him back and do whats best for him. Well as you can tell by the title I took him back, to hopefully be adopted by a nice family with some kids that are off for summer and will play with him all day. I like to think that I did the right thing but I am sure some of you will think that he should have stayed with me. I have to wonder if I was being selfish by adopting him in the first place. The shelter people were nice, but the guy that kinda pushed me into adopting (by saying if I don't adopt him then, he would be gone), seemed a little put out. I understand the hassle with all the paperwork they had to do, but when I worked at the shelter I would have rather seen an animal come back if the owner didn't think they could properly take care of it. This seemed like a poopy situation for me because either he was unhappy at my house, until he adjusted or I was unhappy for giving him back. Life will move on I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-111661577916446642?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/111661577916446642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=111661577916446642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111661577916446642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111661577916446642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/05/kitty-then-no-kitty.html' title='Kitty, then No kitty'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-111522751211323289</id><published>2005-05-04T10:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T11:25:12.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Since my last post</title><content type='html'>Well it has been a while since I posted last, ok like two months. Oh well. Since the last post, I have found a new apartment, most of my finals are over. I am planning on moving the 15th into my new apartment. I am going to be able to get a cat, which I am totally excited about. My plan for this summer is to get my math class out of the way, and maybe take an online WWII class. I am planning on building a new computer, Athlon 3800+, with 2 gigs of ram, GeForce 6600 gt video card, and dual (raided) 400gig barracuda hard drives (its great having your father work at Seagate). My car is going to get her hood painted, and hopefully if the funding holds out, the windows tinted in a silver. I am also hoping to purchase an Ipod mini in the silver, again if I somehow save enough money. Work has been slow lately so Bejeweled is my new friend. Damn addicting friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-111522751211323289?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/111522751211323289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=111522751211323289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111522751211323289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111522751211323289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/05/since-my-last-post.html' title='Since my last post'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-111047647966559984</id><published>2005-03-10T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T10:41:19.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Does it bother anyone when they get treated like crap from their friends? I sure as hell am bothered by it. But that's a novel that I don't think anyone wants to read. So its nice and cold outside. The weather makes me happy on this day that is really boring. Then and I ran over a baby on the way to work, making me feel better. Nothing to do today, class was cancelled, work is dead. But I do get to leave early, and I am going to take a nap. I saw a funny list today, the top five European songs, that people want played at their funeral.&lt;br /&gt;1. Queen - The Show Must Go On&lt;br /&gt;2. Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven&lt;br /&gt;3. AC/DC - Highway to Hell&lt;br /&gt;4. Frank Sinatra - My Way&lt;br /&gt;5. Mozart - Requiem&lt;br /&gt;I have to say, I don't care what they play at my funeral, cause I will be dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-111047647966559984?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/111047647966559984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=111047647966559984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111047647966559984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/111047647966559984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/03/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110996034646430464</id><published>2005-03-04T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T11:19:06.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>So I three tests down, one paper left. I got good grades on my tests which is good, however I still need to write my history paper that is due Monday. I found out today that I cant take one of the classes I wanted this semester, oh well I guess I can take some classes that will get me closer to getting a degree. My house is a pit, mega dirty style. So that is going to be my weekend, sleeping, writing, and cleaning. Oh and my stocks are down from where I bought them so it looks like I will be repainting my car with spray paint!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110996034646430464?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110996034646430464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110996034646430464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110996034646430464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110996034646430464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110926976229219279</id><published>2005-02-24T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T11:29:22.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms</title><content type='html'>Next week seems to be hell week for everyone. Stress seems to be taking hold of everyone. How many tests does everyone have? I have three tests and a nine page paper due. I am ready for spring break so I can work some more and not think about school. Does anyone know where I can find a hot athletic type guy (preferably gay) that I can have? Hmmm no other random thoughts today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110926976229219279?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110926976229219279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110926976229219279' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110926976229219279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110926976229219279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/02/midterms.html' title='Midterms'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110909249348798970</id><published>2005-02-22T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T10:14:53.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I hate being sick. I took work off and didn't go to classes yesterday, hoping to kill the bug before it tried to kill me. Today I just feel tired and blahhhh. I think there needs to be a day where everything just randomly closes and everyone must stay home and sleep. Anyone else game? The mass amounts of homework that I am not doing is not good, I need to start history paper, catch up with reading in law, and pscy. Last week I went down to the fort and got my car its 60k service, where they found some more stuff that was wrong with it, thankfully they miss quoted me the price for the service so it was only a hundred or so more. Guess who is still broke, oh that's right me. Sad times. I tell you what, I think everyone should get some sick time. Even though we may not be full time but I am here all the damn time. Even walmart does it for part timers who have been there long enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110909249348798970?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110909249348798970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110909249348798970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110909249348798970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110909249348798970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110815436077822721</id><published>2005-02-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T13:39:20.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Day</title><content type='html'>Today is a really nice day out, so I am in a good mood. I had a good day yesterday too, I woke up and felt like I had slept for years. I felt so good, so I might have had some a big glass of wine with dinner. Hopefully I get a lot of homework done this weekend, I need to start my history project, and make a game up for my law class, "Name that tort!". And then there is pscy so that takes up some more time. I cant wait to go bowling, its going to be really fun, then I am going to go home and sleep! Sleep is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110815436077822721?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110815436077822721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110815436077822721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110815436077822721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110815436077822721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/02/nice-day.html' title='Nice Day'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110780994605561903</id><published>2005-02-07T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:59:06.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night classes</title><content type='html'>So I am skipping my first class for the semester. Its my intro to women's studies class, with Jess. I like the class but I just cant get motivated to go on Monday night. Plus I want to go to the gym and make my steaks, but the gym might not happen cause its supposed to snow a lot. I want it to snow, I love it when it is that quite. Plus, I am ready for some winter conditions. I get my Russian history test back today, hopefully it goes well. I have been a little sick all weekend, like upset stomach but I seem to be better on Monday. I am always sick on the weekend. On the plus side, I am giving myself only one more time to skip the night class, and I am going to do the reading tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110780994605561903?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110780994605561903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110780994605561903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110780994605561903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110780994605561903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/02/night-classes.html' title='Night classes'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110738573141419350</id><published>2005-02-02T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:08:51.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Do I even want one? I would like the companionship and closesness you only get in a relationship, however all the other crap that goes along with it I don't want. After living alone for a while I kinda realize I don't want anyone near my things, and just want quite time. That just might be the natural progression of me living alone. There is someone that I might possibly meet and date, in theory we are a pretty close match. Do I want to get close with anyone? Who knows it could just be my time of the month and I could just be grouchy (yes gay men have "times of the month"). And a little off topic, I hate being poor. And no one ask me to go out to coffee or lunch because I am weak for just charging it when I cant really afford it. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110738573141419350?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110738573141419350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110738573141419350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110738573141419350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110738573141419350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/02/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110728255911709807</id><published>2005-02-01T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:29:19.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another month</title><content type='html'>It again has been a long time since I have posted, and I am sorry. I could blame it on the lack of internet at my apartment but that is a poor excuse. I don't really know what to write at this point. Life living alone is great. I wish I could sleep more but as all students know that's impossible. I am mega poor at the moment, as I think everyone else is. I guess that is the price I have to pay for living alone. I am excited for my classes, however reading is a pain. I wish my life would calm down a bit so I could get back to going to the gym. Everyone is sick, while I had a cold last week. I hope I don't get the crud everyone else has. Time to up the OJ and sleep. Who wants to go somewhere warm for spring break? Can anyone pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110728255911709807?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110728255911709807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110728255911709807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110728255911709807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110728255911709807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/02/yet-another-month.html' title='Yet another month'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110538373644156349</id><published>2005-01-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T12:02:16.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a really long time since I have posted myself, although I have ocassionally commented on other peoples. Nothing a lot new here, Mo moved out, went home for Xmas and then promptly came back, got a bowling ball for Xmas. I really enjoy living alone, even though I am going to be mega broke. That's all right its going to be worth it. I think my classes are going to be fun, I think I am really going to like abnormal psyc. I love days like this, the air is fresh and clean after a snow/rain. I wonder why I after the good mood I was just in (like an hour ago) I am now suddenly now happy to be at work. I will go to lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110538373644156349?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110538373644156349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110538373644156349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110538373644156349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110538373644156349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-has-been-really-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110193936294071369</id><published>2004-12-01T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T15:16:02.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today sucks</title><content type='html'>Ok again this is going to be a long bitchy rant, so if this is not the program you are wanted to view, please change the channel. So the day starts with me not getting to shave but that's ok, I was on time. Then I waited for Travis to get coffee and he was late, therefore we had to go to coal creek which after the coffee at health food store just tastes burnt. So after the crappy coffee I went to work, and my internet was down. I told Jim what was the problem, but he was really busy then had a heart attack (not really) when he and I heard why it wasn't getting fixed. We all know its all about me anyway. So then once the net was back up I checked my stocks and one of them wasn't moving at all, like they halted sale of shares. I almost had a heart attack, then tried to check why. Of ameritrade is so slow on the news that they hadn't reported anything yet, so I went to good ole' yahoo. One of the drugs was up for review with a company that basically decide if the FDA approves it, so the stock was going to be held for a while. Then I went to class and then came back and called about the apartment, which seems to be the only highlight of the day. I hopefully will get one apartment like a block from the office. Then I go to lunch and the come back to the office to check my stock, and the stock had started trading again down like 25%. Look another minor heart attack! Super. Then I go to my last class and sit there and wonder about my stock. I get back and read what this company had to say, IT WAS GOOD NEWS! I don't understand they said the drug works very well for one type of cancer and decent for the other. Oh well it was making a small rebound, I think once it reaches a certain point I am going to sell it and then put that money in more secure stocks. So that's my day so far, if I get another minor heart attack I am not going to go outside for a week. My day wasn't as bad as I feel it has been, and I feel a hell of a lot better now that I have vented!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110193936294071369?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110193936294071369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110193936294071369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110193936294071369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110193936294071369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/12/today-sucks.html' title='Today sucks'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110183346194083285</id><published>2004-11-30T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T09:51:01.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>So this might be a long post, involving break, birthday, and life. So during the break I have driven way to much! I drove to Lyons, then the next day to the Springs, then to Loveland. Then back to Laramie, and the to Cheyenne and back. Oh well it was fun and I don't mind driving but riding in my moms car isn't to good. My birthday this year was on turkey day, which was funny cause no one rembered until my mom let it slip. I got a couple half hearted happy birthday and some cranberry jelly (inside joke). But I did get new tires for my car from my parents which is great cause I am poor. So hear is the gross story, I woke up today and went into the bathroom and got in the shower, but when I walked into the bathroom I smelt something funny. Then I realized it was puke. Great, then I look down and there is a trail to Mo's room. I almost lost it. She took the trash out, why she puked in the trash and not the toilet I don't know. So I took my shower then went and started my car and went back to brush my teeth, yep the smell was ten times worse. So if I offend you today with my breath I am sorry. Oh and when I was in Loveland seeing a movie Dan lost all the respect I had for him. He first was manipulating everyone to see the movie he wanted, and no one else did. Then when we were sitting in the theater waiting for the movie, he turns to me and asks when I am leaving, I told him the next afternoon and asked if he wanted to get coffee. He said "No I am going to drive your car". I said um no the only reason my dad got to drive my new car was because he cosigned the loan. He knows how protective I am of my car, and I would like to keep the transmission in the car. Then he said I could never drive his car again and I was an asshole. I don't really want to deal with him ever again, if you know me- you don't treat me like that. I try and give everyone respect and I except the same. He called and left a message that he was sorry for what he said but still, you don't treat people like that and think everything is going to be fine. He is not the same Dan I knew anyway. After his accident he then proceeds to drive more crazy than before, smokes more, and drinks more. What the F*** does he think he is doing. He is in a deadend job that he will never leave cause he gets a little money, and is in debt up to his ear cause he spends un-godly amounts on his car. Ok and if Dan reads this fine, you need to get your life in order and pull your head out of your ass. That is just my opinion but that's all you will getting from me for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110183346194083285?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110183346194083285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110183346194083285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110183346194083285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110183346194083285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/11/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110124759313594367</id><published>2004-11-23T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T15:06:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look over there</title><content type='html'>As thanksgiving and my birthday approach, I just want to do nothing. I want to hide in my apartment and sleep, so I do agree with abra. I gather most people need a break and the University getting ride of fall break was a bad idea. Oh well. I have a presentation tonight then I am done till next week. I am getting new tires for my car this Friday from my parents as my birthday and xmas gift. This semester really needs to get over, and I need to move out. So what makes my roommate think that I want to take over the new lease she has signed in our shit hole apartment, oh wait because she might have found a new apartment and has locked herself in. Then I asked how much it was and she gave me this look like I was going to steal it from her, have I ever done that to anyone? (the correct answer is No). Again oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110124759313594367?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110124759313594367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110124759313594367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110124759313594367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110124759313594367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/11/look-over-there_23.html' title='Look over there'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-110012627905610539</id><published>2004-11-10T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T15:37:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The way the world works</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been hiding in my apartment and not thinking about politics, however every class I go to they seem to talk about what Bush could do and he is not reporting to anyone. Kinda has to off set the calm of not hearing what has been going on in the world. So I still kinda want to run away, but then not really. Stocks are going up, but its not real money cause I cant touch it. Halo 2 came out, its good but I cant spend so much time at it, damn homework! I am sick of homework and studying, I have two tests in the next couple of days. Great just super! But I am going to go home and hang out there for the weekend. My parents have a new HDTV and that is going to be tempting. I need to go to the store but the paying for it will be a challange. So typical college student problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-110012627905610539?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/110012627905610539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=110012627905610539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110012627905610539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/110012627905610539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/11/way-world-works_10.html' title='The way the world works'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109968627808200171</id><published>2004-11-05T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:24:38.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed</title><content type='html'>So I am still depressed from the election. This country is going down the pooper. I have found the university that I would want to go,University of Durham in England. They have a fairly influential LGBTA so that's always a good sign. If I can find a cheap flight, I am going to go over and look at it over spring break. It does frighten me a little, just to change systems and let alone another country. There are so many different things between the education systems between the US and England, it would be hard to get used to. But if the damn government keep on its current track, I might have to do it. I also got my midterm back today, got a C- on it. That pisses me off, cause I thought I did really well on it. Lets see I need to find something good about today: I didn't go to Russian History, I get the house to myself for the weekend (going to clean it tonight), I love driving my car, get to go bowling tonight, I am only semi broke- not completely.&lt;br /&gt;ok heres a little pissy rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Rachel you still haven't called me back (two calls later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109968627808200171?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109968627808200171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109968627808200171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109968627808200171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109968627808200171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/11/depressed.html' title='Depressed'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109950934820126734</id><published>2004-11-03T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T12:15:48.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Hope</title><content type='html'>So its official, dumb ass, I mean George W. Bush will be president again. This truly saddens me, I would like our country to prosper and not be run into the ground. With the amount of money Bush seems to be spending, let alone fixing our problems, I don't see that our country will stay afloat much longer. Not that I am saying that Bush will collapse our country but he sure as hell giving it a good platform to fall from. From looking at history and the fall of the USSR (and no it wasn't because they were Communist) it all boils down to money. Unfortunately I see a lot of the same signs that the USSR had a few years before it fell. However the Russian people could see this comming and demanded new leaders, something that the current administration has avoided. We give so much away to other countries for their "freedom". This doesn't make sense for me. I don't deny that Saddam Hussein was a really bad guy but he was doing one thing right controlling his country. Something the new democracy cant say that they are doing.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, do I want to stay in a country where the government flatly denies me the rights that I deserve? Should I call and activate my dual citizenship, and move away from the damn government that is going to have major problems (at least in my view). Only time can tell but I don't want to live somewhere, that bases its government on freedom and the limits it to the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109950934820126734?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109950934820126734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109950934820126734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109950934820126734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109950934820126734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/11/lost-hope.html' title='Lost Hope'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109932354849192910</id><published>2004-11-01T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:39:08.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>Ok I haven't blogged in a really long time. I have been doing the school thing, the midterms, trying to find a new apartment. Think I did ok on the midterms, got a B on my composition in History, so that's a good thing. There have been a couple of days lately that have been wonderful outside but smell a little like England, more like Liverpool. I hint of freshair, some oil, gas fumes, and a bit of dog shit. Lovely. But it snowed and I kinda like it except for driving, my car is so low, and I need new tires. I am going to buy them later this month. I have been entertaining the thought of going to law school and then practicing corporate law. It would be fun to work for a large company on the east coast then buy a cute house. We will see, the prospect of going to school for another six year is a little scarey, and the LSAT would kick my ass. Who knows, but Mo and I are doing better most likey because we both know i will be moving out soon (knock on wood, the real kind not the real looking crap). Anyway time to publish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109932354849192910?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109932354849192910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109932354849192910' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109932354849192910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109932354849192910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/11/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109779237790072027</id><published>2004-10-14T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:19:37.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And then I found five dollars!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I didn't find five dollars. I wish I would have. So life is kinda a bitch right now, I don't want to do anything. All I want to do is go to sleep, yet when I go to bed, I can't fall asleep. So I lay there for a couple of hours looking at the wall or listen to the random cars driving by with there music to loud. I do have a new lead on a single apartment, which I hope goes well. This homework thing is going to kill me, at least when I start doing it. I have a paper due next Friday and I haven't started it, I have test in Bio next week, haven't started studying for it, and a test in Europe class- no studying there either. I really need to, but as soon as I get home I just want to crash. I don't think its my job; I don't have a love life. I think I just need to sit down by myself in a quite house and study, but not in my house mind you - the TV is never off (hmmmm I wonder why (just for you who don't know me the answer is MO)). Oh yes and my brother is not in trouble again for "smoking". Its not only the smoking but the lies about it. When is that child going to learn, he now has no car, cell phone, and cant leave the house. But I bet he can watch TV- if I was grounded I couldn't watch TV. Have you ever noticed how parents kinda give up after one or two kids have left? And that was my blog from randomville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109779237790072027?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109779237790072027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109779237790072027' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109779237790072027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109779237790072027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-then-i-found-five-dollars.html' title='And then I found five dollars!'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109698869885710130</id><published>2004-10-05T08:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T09:04:58.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car</title><content type='html'>So I did it! I bought a new car finally, after wanting one for like five years. I bought a 2000 Toyota Celica GTS. It is silver and really sporty and pretty fast. I need to watch my speed because she just begs to go fast. I have read a couple of reviews where they call it a motorcycle with door, and another one where they link driving it to driving a go kart. Both are true so far. Travis and I went and played racquet ball last night, well not really played but hit the ball around the room. I think it was more stress relief. Travis was pretty funny, I don't think he has very good eye hand coordination. Once he was playing and the ball went near the wall and Travis just kept going into the wall, I almost died laughing. I only hit Travis once, at least that would have any force that would have hurt. I didn't even mean to do it, well ok maybe a little.&lt;br /&gt;The question of the day: my car needs a name. It is a girl, sassy, and a temptress. Any Ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109698869885710130?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109698869885710130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109698869885710130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109698869885710130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109698869885710130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/10/car.html' title='Car'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109638850245888420</id><published>2004-09-28T09:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T10:21:42.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Europe and stuff</title><content type='html'>I think it is about time in the semester where everyone wants to run away. I want to run to Europe more specifically Italy. I want an Italian man, and live in a cute villa. But I want to do a trip next summer, which might happen, depending on money (like normal). So just to let everyone know, stocks are weird. I bought stock then it dropped like 40 cents a share, but today they making a come back, which make me very happy! Work is busy, but its nice to work in my office at night when no ones here, I can get things done. I don't know why life seems to be bipolar with me, I must be in the middle now, and the bad is approaching- cause its about that time. I will let everyone know when life falls apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109638850245888420?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109638850245888420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109638850245888420' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109638850245888420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109638850245888420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/09/europe-and-stuff.html' title='Europe and stuff'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109577706024980777</id><published>2004-09-21T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T08:31:00.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Mood</title><content type='html'>So I am in a good mood at the moment. Take note: I am blogging when I am in a good mood. Today is great: its snowing, gloomy, and cold. I think I must love it because everyone else seems to hate it. Plus I don't think life could be worse than yesterday, it was a pooie day. Still no word on the car but oh well, no one can get a hold of the dealer, not even his dealership. Again I am kinda assuming that its gone anyway. So one grumpy question, why doesn't MO cover her mouth when she coughs? Its really gross and I am going to tell her to do it, its just rude not too. If she say no, I am calling her mom, sandra will smack her down! So that's about it for the super fun day so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109577706024980777?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109577706024980777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109577706024980777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109577706024980777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109577706024980777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/09/good-mood.html' title='Good Mood'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109555573798934701</id><published>2004-09-18T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T19:02:17.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Damn Drama. And Damn gas prices. Here is the story... Friday I left early to go to Denver to look at a car (2001 Celcia gt-S, dark blue, leather, the works) , so i drive for about three hours to get there and drive the car. I love the car, its small and sporty and hot! Then we are getting to go back to dealer ships place (too long to explain), and the other guy where the car was being stored said " I have already sold the car, to a dealer in Texas. He wants it on a transport tomorrow". The head dealer (the guy I was dealing with) kept acting like the car was mine. Then we got back to the place and he looked at my car for a trade in... Then said he would call me after he straightens it out with everyone, and he would call me. So its a day later and no phone call, I have called and left a message but then every other time I call it sends me to voice mail. Right now I think he has already sold the car to someone else. So that pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;So I have driven 400 miles for nothing. Super!&lt;br /&gt;But on the up side my mom gave me a cute new backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109555573798934701?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109555573798934701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109555573798934701' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109555573798934701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109555573798934701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/09/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109396769928405832</id><published>2004-08-31T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T09:54:59.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class and Stuff</title><content type='html'>So I survived the first day of classes and work. I went to the gym in the morning and evening yesterday, go endorphines! Classes went like this- Europe, my teacher is a crazy red head who seems like she knows a lot about Europe but its going to be a lot of work. I have a "quiz" tomorrow that's worth 10% of my grade. OMG I need to study! Bio- going to be better than the last time I took I cause I wont be truing to learn bio with stick figures (George was a fan of bio and stick figures). And I don't have to retake the lab so that saves me a lot of time. Russian history- going to be soo easy. My teacher looks like he is going to die anytime now (not a good thing) but as long as you are there and nod I think I will be fine. Work was crazy and I wasn't even in the office for much of the time, I was wandering around taking paper and staples.&lt;br /&gt;I forget how much I rely on my palm. I use it all the time, it tells me where I am suppost to be, I don't even know where I am most of the time. I need to get a bigger memory stick for it and some more stlyists for it. Parking is now a major problem with UW. I am here 20 minutes before work starts but I still cant fine a spot, thank god fro Kristen's apartment now to far away! Back to work I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109396769928405832?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109396769928405832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109396769928405832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109396769928405832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109396769928405832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/08/class-and-stuff.html' title='Class and Stuff'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109332182504462342</id><published>2004-08-23T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:30:25.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Yeah. So its been a while. I have been working like crazy, but once school starts like should calm down a bit. I have notice everyone seems to be getting a little stressed about everything, I think because of school. People are getting more and more grumpy and pissy, except Kristen cause she is getting a little (well most likey a lot) of loven. I am super jealous, cause he seems like a sweet and caring person, not to mention totally hot. Oh well, I will find someone someday, there is no point dwelling on it! On that subject, has anyone else noticed that today was total hottie day? They were all over the place &amp;amp; the people who are moving in below us seem to be really hot(it was dark so I didn't get a good look). I am not as tired as I should be today, must be cause I slept 11.5 hours yesterday, and I guess I did take a half and hour nap on Travis's couch, since my apartment was full of Mo's friends. Then I wake up to Travis going "Ouch SHIT!". He burned himself on the arm while making dinner, I just kinda moved and asked if he was ok. I don't think it was that bad. Then after I come home, mo said the dumbest thing I have heard in a while, "Did you put water on it, most people would do that". I was like "thanks for that expert advice". Mo has a was with her attitude latley that seems to rub me the wrong way, and a lot of other people as well. Oh well, I just made myself a very good cuppa, (tea). I haven't had tea in like three days, what was I thinking?! Seriously after going from like 4-6 cups when I am home to 0, its like taking crack from a hobo, you shouldn't do it. Anyway I am going to put on my"Soothing rain" soundtrack and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;-Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109332182504462342?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109332182504462342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109332182504462342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109332182504462342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109332182504462342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109241196426889726</id><published>2004-08-13T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T11:45:22.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip to hell... I mean Longmont</title><content type='html'>Rant!!!! Ok, my day kind sucked yesterday. So I was late to work. Then I left at 11.30 to go home, to get my teeth cleaned. So I get home and it starts, my mom start asking why I didn't bring my brother food, I said "I don't have to bring him food, he has a car, he can get it himself." Then she wanted to go have coffee, so we went and had coffee and talked about nothing. Then I went and waited in the dentists office for thirty minutes for them to tell me my teeth were very good, like normal for me. Then my brother and went and looked at cars, which was good. Then I went home to proceed with a screaming match between my mother. She thinks its to early for me to go to Europe (study abroad), as well as they don't have any money for it. I said they have the money if they didn't keep spending my college fund, on shit for there new house. The she went off on how I want everything a new car, apartment, and just other stuff that I need. I turned around and said " How the hell are you different, you just bought a new house, got a new car, new laptop, like 9000 worth of the best equipment for stenography (court reporting). Don't tell me what is acceptable for me to want, hypocrite." Then I got up and left (I was going to say for dinner). Then I drove back to Laramie, encountering ever bad driver out there, who thought it would be fun to do 60 in the left lane, on I-25 (speed limit 75) but in Colorado everyone does 80+. So I get home and open a beer and make a pizza and watch TV. Then go to bed. On a good note, I did test drive a 1995 BMW M3. Can you say HOT. That was the most beautiful car ever. No wonder they call it the Ultimate driving machine, because it is. I cruised up to 80 in third and it was only at like 3800 rpm. The drive was sooo smooth. I think I may buy BMW now, who knows. I don't even know what the hell is going to happen with me going to Europe my mother doesn't want me to go now, then I wont get around to it. Maybe I will tell them that they should just pay for a plane ticket and a train pass. But we will see if the go for that plan, probably not, it would be more money that they "don't have". I am better not that I have vented.&lt;br /&gt;-Drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109241196426889726?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109241196426889726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109241196426889726' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109241196426889726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109241196426889726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/08/trip-to-hell-i-mean-longmont.html' title='The Trip to hell... I mean Longmont'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7927986.post-109226185766632610</id><published>2004-08-11T11:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T16:11:49.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Cult of Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;So I have done it. I have joined the Evil Cult! I have done it for therapeutic reason and that's all. Ok so maybe that was a lie. Linus was a factor in cause he went for the good reason about it instead of trying just to pressure me into it. But life moves on I guess, as long as I don't have to pay for it. I couple of warnings, I like to rant! Politics, Wyoming drivers, and my lack of a love life are favorite subjects, as well as lots of the drama in my life. However, I do try and keep the whining to a low level, cause after a while its just annoying. Ok, so that's a little about me and what bothers me, what I am into at the moment is the gym and work and sleeping. I go to the gym a lot, my goal is to go from skinny to not so skinny. Then there is work, I get to play with computers and other computer crap. I love sleep. I think I am going to throw sticks in the air with Linus and Travis tonight, I hope that goes well. That all I can really think of for my first blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Question to get things started: "If you could choose the smell of your farts, what would it be?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;personally I can't choose between new car smell and clean laundry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7927986-109226185766632610?l=drew8404.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/feeds/109226185766632610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7927986&amp;postID=109226185766632610' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109226185766632610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7927986/posts/default/109226185766632610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drew8404.blogspot.com/2004/08/evil-cult-of-blogger.html' title='Evil Cult of Blogger'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05538473961367043831</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
