<?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-5424536</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:47:22.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>krakadicts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5424536.post-106706303692603041</id><published>2003-10-24T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T23:23:56.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>scarface is in fact a good movie.  i think it is going to be portrayed as the official "krakadicts" movie, heh.  i'm glad i got to see it on the big screen for the first i had a chance to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people that talk in theaters suck, i want to kill them.  they talk, i yell "shut the fuck up," and they talk more for 5 minutes then stop talking for the rest of the movie.  everyone else should try doing this before i get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time the choice comes up to go out to eat, i am going to choose well.  i believe i did pretty good tonight.  village in has some good pancakes, though i think i should have spent the extra 90 cents to get the omellette.  our waitress, later found out to be anny, was nice.  only had worked there a good 2 or 3 weeks, ended up tipping her aboot 5 bucks.  the gentleman who i happened to go with to the movie and dinner brought to the attention that there was going to be a "dead prom" at tvi tomorrow (saturday evening), so while we were on the subject, abby comes over to check on us.  and me being me i happen to ask her "do you want to go to the prom at tvi?"  something like that at least.  she ponders and at the end of the night ends up giving me her number and name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106706303692603041?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106706303692603041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106706303692603041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106706303692603041' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106659304004804653</id><published>2003-10-19T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T12:50:39.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOO FUCKING HOO, the casualties are comin' WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/20/03 - throw rag, the united&lt;br /&gt; - launchpad, 7pm, $8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/21/03 - the casualties, roger miret and the disasters&lt;br /&gt; - launchpad, 7pm, $8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10/28/03 - cripple bastards&lt;br /&gt; - the attic, 8pm, $4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/03/03 - poison the well, deftones&lt;br /&gt; - albuquerque convention center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/05/03 - rise against, against me&lt;br /&gt; - launchpad, 7pm, $10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/12/03 - toxic narcotic, uk subs&lt;br /&gt; - launchpad, $8 (NOT ALL AGES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/14/03 - modest mouse&lt;br /&gt; - sunshine theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11/23/03 - pretty girls make graves&lt;br /&gt; - launchpad, 7pm, $8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/01/03 - glasseater&lt;br /&gt; - the attic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106659304004804653?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106659304004804653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106659304004804653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106659304004804653' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106465561013401477</id><published>2003-09-27T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T02:40:09.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my reply to the email (the whole thing is going to be sent to both parties)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey dad,&lt;br /&gt;mom forwarded me that message from your guys' conversation.  i don't know, but it looked like she said she would help you out with all of the payments on greg's teeth and such.  i din't see a reason for you to have brought up the jaguar and house stuff.  by the way, i was just wondering now, why didn't you ever pay the child support in the past?  too much alcohol to buy?  oh, sorry that could get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll call greg tomorrow and tell him that i won't be flying out there, that....COOL....with ya?  maybe i'll send him a ticket to come out here though since i miss him and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey mom,&lt;br /&gt;i would really appreciate it if you would stop sending these messages around.  it's not my fault that dad did not pay child support on me and you still managed to live a very fulfilling life right?  stop prying on him, he seems to try (from what all i know, which as we all know is very little).  the money is NOT my problem, nor business.  if you're willing to have a conversation about dad and money, how about you both trade numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how much do you really make mother?  how much was that jaguar of yours?  how much was that house?  how much does it cost to raise a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more importantly, WHY do you need the money from dad so bad?  to prove a point, show that you are better.  fuck the ego mother, you win, now stop trying to get as much money as you can ok, it's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106465561013401477?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106465561013401477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106465561013401477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106465561013401477' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106465512700304585</id><published>2003-09-27T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T02:32:06.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday, went to a party&lt;br /&gt;Today, hung out with a couple o' chicks from work, watched fear and loathing in las vegas, drove around randomly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I have a very loving parental system going on here.  I guess the plans for going to california are gonna be thrown out now.  Fuck it, if he can't afford giving greg anything he needs because mom is prying all the money out of his hands for back child support...i hate home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't say that I have a great fucking life (which I know that I'm a spoiled as fuck brat with my own computer right here and a room and free food, blah blah blah, fuck it) and it's far better than a lot of other familys out there.  personally, i don't care about the other family's, i care about mine, but obviously my family is in the shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom - greedy money sucking, but very nice and loving, women who (i think) would love to see nothing better than to have dad die a cold and horrible death.&lt;br /&gt;dad - non-paying whining, but still very caring and sincere and loving, man who would love for mom to stop caring about money and just try to get his life straight.  but with the whole smoking and drinking and all that good stuff, i don't see how he can bitch and moan about money.  if you can afford to raise a kid, buy cigarrette's, and alcohol, you have plenty of money.  quit the shit and give mom some money for back-payed child support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i would just love to stop getting forwards from either parent that sounds anything like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please forward any information about needs related to his broken jaw.  This may be covered by his medical insurance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 01:33 AM 9/26/2003 -0400, you wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Donna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    You should learn to lighten up a little........ they are a reputable dentist, what do you think I would send him to a hack?  Okay so they didn't call you back, they haven't called me either to tell me I need to pay so don't get your panties in a bunch.  Yes, Greg got his tooth fixed, although there may be a problem as a result of his broken jaw......she refereed us to an etodontist?.....so they can check him out further if he is showing signs of problems following the filling, so far no problem. So for now we are going to wait and see what happens......Thanks for calling and giving them the info, I heard you on the inserting machine while we were there so I know for sure they got the info......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Now, since I'm writing this, what is this I hear about you getting a JAG?? You must really be hurting to be able to afford that and the house and everything else, so you have accomplished what you wanted to....what is left on your list of things to do.....keep me down for the rest of my life?  Why do you insist on doing this to me, you still don't understand what this is doing to me do you?  There is no way on earth that I can get a good job with this support on going, every time any employer looks further into who I am they throw out my application.  If you are able to afford a JAG and a $300 thousand dollar house then what the hell do you want from me???  Why can't you get over it and move on....I don't own a house,  I don't own a nice car, I don't have shit.....All I have is Greg, and he likes it here, but I wish I could give him more, Now he and Alex are making plans for Christmas vacation.......COOL......I can't even plan on going out to dinner let alone making plans for Christmas......Do you get any of this?????? &lt;br /&gt;                                Steve Cunningham"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106465512700304585?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106465512700304585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106465512700304585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106465512700304585' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106384427146452132</id><published>2003-09-17T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:17:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life is a boring shithole full of nothing to do besides sit around, work, and sometimes go to school.  It's sad that whenever you have the most boring and easy classes that you actually look forward to going to each and every one of them.  I need to make some friends and do some shit.  Along with spend less money then I have been lately.  I bought 30 bucks worth of patches last night and about 5 cd's (2 being 6.99, one for 10.99, the others fer normal cd price) since then, along with some polyester poster thing and 4 movies (3 being 5.99).  This is what happens when you're bored as fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what to do, sit and hang out all by myself as usual?  Walk around outside for a little while?  Go to sleep?  Maybe do some homework?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not in the mood to do shit except sleep, but don't want to sleep.  Catch 22ish eh, booooored.  My mom is giving me shit again for having a dirty bathroom and bedroom.  Fuck it, I don't care about how dirty shit is, especially whenever there's a bag on my floor and a couple pairs of clothes.  She has way to high of standards, it's my room, I like it this "dirty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh bleh, I just put up my new misfits poster thing, wun't sure where to put it, so it's on my roof next to my cat in the hat poster...looks pretty good.  I need to get way more crap to fill up all this ugly white blank room on here.  I want that printer, then I can print off some of my favorite comics and stuff.  That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh, hooked up my speakers properly now, it sounds soooo much better now.  That's a nice 30 minutes of non-boredom I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryyyy all you want, nothing's getting solved FALSE HOPE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me is listening to...the unseen - false hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unseen almost sound live...that was a good show, I hate 21+ shows.  The Flametrick Subs, Epoxies, Toxic Narcotic, Uk Subs, and maybe even some bands that I haven't mentioned are all coming here, and they are ALLLLLLLL FUCKING 21+.  I hate the world known as alcoholic shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I'm gonna go ahead and draw some band logo's on pieces of paper and probly put 'em up all over my room randomly.  Yup, so I'll re-visit this in a little bit maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106384427146452132?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106384427146452132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106384427146452132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106384427146452132' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106369467254937074</id><published>2003-09-15T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T23:52:29.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh the many wonders OF &lt;a href="http://media.lik-sang.com/images/170/crazy.jpg"&gt;crazy&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.planetdreamcast.com/features/segaclassics/nights/title.jpg"&gt;nights&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.daktronics.com/comm_apps/images/Days-Inn.jpg"&gt;days inn&lt;/a&gt; my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly happened today?  Woke up and went down to the bank to fix my debit card, and that worked.  Then went to &lt;a href="http://radioshack.com"&gt;radioshack&lt;/a&gt; and got a &lt;a href="http://www.circuitcity.com/IMAGE/product/hires/son/EC.SON.CPA9C.JPG"&gt;cd to cassette car adapter thing&lt;/a&gt; since &lt;a href="http://www.radioshack.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=CTLG&amp;category%5Fname=CTLG%5F007%5F002%5F004%5F000&amp;product%5Fid=12%2D2052"&gt;the one i have right now&lt;/a&gt; isn't really all that great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to &lt;a href="http://planet.tvi.cc.nm.us/main_campus.html"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; and learned a bit about accounting and that we did the homework and that was REALLY easy.  Easier than how I tried to do it about five minutes before the class started when I actually remberd that I had to do some homework.  Then ate lunch which at first I didn't want to spend my money on so I bought a &lt;a href="http://www.sobebev.com/"&gt;Sobe&lt;/a&gt; and then saw some guys with tacos and such so I ended up buying some taco salad thing.  Waste of money is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me is listening to...Darkest Hour - This Curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had math.  Today was quiz day, so I came in expecting a quiz in the first 5 minutes.  But no, this teacher has a differn't style that I appreciate a bit more.  We went over all of the stuff from the previous week in a nice big review for a good hour and a half or so, then she sent us on break.  I walked around the outside to go and get a soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way up the stairs I saw her (the girl I mentioned in the previous post that I talked to about her hair and the lizard, yeah) and I actually held a short conversation about our majors (hers being computer networking and mine being computer programming) and all that stuff.  Her name is Marsha, first thing I thought was the Brady Bunch of course, heh.  The next thing that really caught my attention was that she said she was 25 somehow.  That was really shocking considering, well, she does not look 25 at all.  So I'm thinking that the whole "asking Marsha out" plan has gone down the drains.  What's the count now, 2 girls in one week that are not possible.  Yup, and those were the two most attractive (physically and mentally) girls I've seen there.  And you know, those two, they are very different girls, so I think I've got a very wide outlook on the whole "my type" kind of thing.  There are a few cool ones up at Montoya (my other campus)so maybe I'll be checkin' that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I talk to her for a while I go and grab a wild cherry pepsi and go back to class.  Everyone has already started on the quiz as I walk in, so I set down my mp3 player, walk up to the teacher, grab a test, finish it and sit there.  Then someone else asks if we hand it in or not and she said yeah and once you do you can leave.  So I hand mine in and go home.  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work then comes and I go about an hour early so I get a couple of cd's like &lt;a href="http://www.inflammablematerial.co.uk/catalog/images/Unseenexplode.jpg"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.secondspin.com/MUZE/Music/130/136133.jpg"&gt;this one as well&lt;/a&gt;.  I ended up leaving them at work, stupidhead, so I have yet to listen to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work sucks a lot more every day I go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me is listening to...999 - Subterfuge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as today, we start to close and Manuel pulls out the radio and starts playing some rap and keeps switching between that and spanish music.  Then everyone starts giving me shit for trying to change the shitty ass music.  Since they're all Mexican and shit they keep running up and yelling things like "VIVA MEXICO!" and "PINCHE ALEX JOTO POR VIDA!"  Fucking idiots, then Manuel turns the crappy music as high as it goes and Anthony's givin' me shit fer fucking hating it and yelling out things like "FUCK MEXICO" and shit.  So I go to my car, grab my headphones, and turn them on full blast.  Now say what you will about the Sex Pistols, but when you are pissed off it's so much fun to listen to Anarchy In The UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I wanna be an anarchist&lt;br /&gt;Get pissed&lt;br /&gt;Destroy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's what I call good chill out music compared to viva la mejico tweet tweet sucky music blah blah blah ay ha haaayyyy shit.  Then I went to the gas station, got me a chocolate milk, and came home.  Good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me finished while listening to...Los Gatos Locos - El Locos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106369467254937074?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106369467254937074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106369467254937074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106369467254937074' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106334891523328871</id><published>2003-09-11T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T23:41:55.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/me is listening to...Oxymoron - Wild And Dangerous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO fucking sore right now.  My arms, legs, and hips are bruised all over, my neck, shoulders, and knees are sore.  In other words, the show rocked my ass so fucking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went down to Hobby Lobby around 8, then Hobby Lobby to wait for Megan (because she was still closing at HL).  Ended up reading some magazine on the coolest people or summ, then wandered around a little bit more looking at random cd's.  Then I barely recognized this random guy and he came over and started talking to me.  He's the guy I met at that gas station the other night (Tuesday) with Randy.  So him and I talked about his various thoughts on nuclear war and money (how he thought it was worthless, yay).  Megan came by around the beginning of the conversation, and after a few minutes of talking we left for the show.  She drove.  Got there just before The Unseen started, and I got a chance to wander around and see some people.  Since it was the Dropkick Murphy's as the main band there were a lot of the preppy type of people there, bleh.  Saw Rachel (whom I work with) and Jessica (who works with Megan at Hobby Lobby, and I met her at Megan's party), and Megan hung out with Jessica throughout the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We missed Throw Rag and the Disaster's, no big deal.  I would have liked to have seen them both, but Throw Rag is coming to town in about a month so I might check 'em out then.  I haven't listened to either band, and have only heard of them from this show, so I didn't mind missing them too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unseen got up to the stage and started playing and when you know the words to the songs it makes it that much better.  "so this IS freeeeeDOM!" and "how 'bout this fer an answer, FUCK YOU!" ahhhhhh the joy of excitement.  Very possible that this was the best show I've ever been to, scratch that, yes this is the best show I've been to and The Unseen made it just that great.  Next up were the Dropkick Murphy's.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for boston, for boston..."  This was after a long boring introduction where all the skins in the crowd were excited by listening to the recorded music while they lowered the bands big as fuck banner.  They weren't that bad, but not nearly as great as The Unseen were.  Pit was fun, mostly just the big muscularly gargantuously sized oi skins there.  I knew most every song they played at this show besides the new ones and the ones I han't heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was worth the 15 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the hot punk chicks there made it that much better, especially the little one wearing all black and having the, I guess it could be a devil-hawk?  I dunno, 'twas like a devil lock in the front with a mohawk.  Well, anyway, she was very sexy indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh speaking of girls, I met this cool one the other day at school.  We didn't really introduce ourselves to one another, but had that kind of "elevator conversation" I guess.  I told her I liked her hair ('twas black with some blue flail kinda stuffs....haha, don't know how to describe it.)  And felt like a moron for saying it how I said it so I kinda jus' sat there as she read her book.  Then when she got up to leave she saw a lizard by this tree and was all happy about it and I got up to look and that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, so I have Death And Dying tomorrow at TVI Main Campus.  Hopefully it'll be less boring...I finally got my book in today so I'll be able to use that, hm, we'll see.  Then after school, no work, so I'll be able to do all my &lt;a href="http://w3.tvi.cc.nm.us/~janet/notes_b.html"&gt;math homework&lt;/a&gt; (which I need to do all of the assignments still in order to be ready for the quiz.  But, on the bright side, all of it is the easiest stuff in the world.  Hopefully that won't take me too long.  Then I have to read up to chapter two in Accounting and Psych and Film and probably will for Death And Dying.  Tomorrow is jam packed full of work, woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I had work, and went to Fudd 2 (by the airport, not my normal restaurant) to help them work.  Saw Nazario again (manager from the our store who was transferred there) and met a guy who was workin' on the floor named Travis and the dishwasher Efrain.  Those two guys were pretty damn cool.  I worked on the floor from 5-close there and ended up makin' 23 bucks in tips which was really nice, I was proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else?  Hm, got stoned with Randy, Shawn (both from work) and Kevin (Shawn's brother) on Tuesday.  First time I used a hooka (sp?).  And I've started thinkin' that I'm gonna cut back on the smoking.  I like drinking far more and I do it far less, so I should smoke less then I drink.  Yes, that's what I'll do.  Also had my first experience on the freeway on Tuesday (i think it was...) as well as my first experience with hydroplaning.  That was fun, the whole trying to stop before the light, then sliding into the intersection with a red light, and then just deciding to run the light.  How great that was, luckily the guy (who would have t-boned me) had stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think that I want to learn how to play drums/guitar/etc so that I can join/form a band just to play the song Figaro by Rossini.  That old classical song that everyone knows, I think it's on the beginning of Mrs. Doubtfire.  Good stuff.  Yes, a faster version of the song with raspy smoker like vocals.  I wonder how that would turn out....we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me finished while listening to...The Dismemberment Plan - You Are Invited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106334891523328871?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106334891523328871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106334891523328871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334891523328871' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106323516015727745</id><published>2003-09-10T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T16:06:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woocha, so I had school today.  Weirdest thing ever happened...Last night my radio was "restarted" where it needed the clock re-set and stations and all that stuff.  So I fixed that up, but didn't make the right time, so now it's a good 4 and a half hours ahead.  This morning I woke up, and saw 7 o'clock on my bedside alarm clock bed and reset it to 8 so I could get another hour of sleep.  I lay my head down and in about half an hour I wake up, look at my radio which is displaying 12:03, and just lay back in disappointment with myself.  Then I look at the alarm clock, and it has 7:30.  So I messed with that clock fer a little bit until I remember'd how stupid I am.  Then I got ready and went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monique was in math class today, and after a long boring period of figuring out how to find the slopes in equations (all the shit I've learned in the past year or so) I offered her a ride to her car.  Considering I was parked right out the front door and she had parked in the dirt lot which is a good city block away.  So I gave her a ride over to her car, and she got out and said "well, I guess I'll seeya monday" so I ask, pretty casually I think, "are you doing anything on friday?"  She says no, but that she probly can't because she has a &lt;b&gt;boyfriend&lt;/b&gt; and he'd freak if she were to do summ with a friend unless he were to go too.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's 5 o'clock, Kyle is eating dinner at 5:30 after doin' his homework right now, then we'll do something for an hour or something maybe.  After that (around 8:15) I'm gonna be goin' down to Hobby Lobby (Kyle and Megan's place of work) to meet Megan in order to go to the show tonight.  That show, The Unseen and the Dropkick Murphy's.  I might be takin' Kyle (differn't one) as well if he decides he wants to go or not.  Then, I shall sleep and wake up around 10 to get ready for work at 11 tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, yesterday I drove on the freeway/highway whatever fer the first time.  First time in the rain, oh that's a way to start huh.  On the way back home on a sidestreet I was driving up to a light, so I tried to slow my car down, nothin' happened, then my breaks started to work and i slid into the middle of the intersection so I just said fuck it and drove through.  That was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106323516015727745?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106323516015727745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106323516015727745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106323516015727745' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106283111318706831</id><published>2003-09-05T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T23:51:53.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>13.41223% - Geekish Tendencies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.innergeek.us/geek.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WHAT!  I'm like, non-geeky.  So all you guys out there callin' me a geek, shut your FACE!  So I ended up goin' bowlin' with the two Kyle's (whom I don't want to link pictures cuz I'm tired) and then went to some park and got stoned a lil bit, then went to Chili's and pissed the waitress chick off.  Chili's was actually IHOP and not Chili's...Yeah, so that was cool, then we came to my house, they left, and now I'm gonna go to bed so I can wake up in time tomorrow morning for the guys to fix my wheel.  We'll see how that goes.  GOOD LUCK ALEX!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106283111318706831?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106283111318706831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106283111318706831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106283111318706831' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106280369800572706</id><published>2003-09-05T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T16:14:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width: 400; text-align: center; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #7F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Scientologists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle I Limbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 10; margin-left: 10; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #8F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Geeks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 20; margin-left: 20; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #9F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Objectivists, Creationists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; Snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 30; margin-left: 30; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #AF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Goths, Hipsters, Rednecks&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IV Rolling Weights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 40; margin-left: 40; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #BF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bill Clinton, George Bush, Osama bin Laden&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Styx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 50; margin-left: 50; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #CF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The New York Yankees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VI Buried for Eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Phlegyas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 60; margin-left: 60; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #DF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Libertarians, Democrats, Republicans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VII Burning Sands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 70; margin-left: 70; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #EF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 80; margin-left: 80; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;General asshats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IX Frozen in Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaydeceiver.com/misc/hell/" style="color: red;"&gt;Design your own hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I RAN INTO A FUCKING CURB.  And drove the fuck over it and ended up popping my left tire.  I hate McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school this morning, Psych 299 Death And Dying, and so far it's boring.  Too bad, maybe it was just that it was an introduction class day or something...Who knows.  Then I finished with that and drove back, stopped at work to get my paycheck and gave Brett his cd's that I burnt fer him yesterday.  Came from that and was looking for a fast food place to have a nice little snack, so I get to McDonalds (first choice...) and decide not to go all the way outta my way to go to Carl's Jr.  I really should have though.  Got to Mc E Dee's and stood there in line, the cashier looked at me kinda weird (duh...) then finished taking this chick's order.  After she got hers all finished she took the old guys order who was behind me, cutter.  So I look at her and make the whole "what the fuck are you doing you stupid ass bitch" kind of look and she says, oh I'm sorry, and finishes takin' the old guys' order.  Then she takes mine, gets my food, and ends up givin' me a big ass cup of soda and an apple pie free fer waiting there.  So, I go back to my car and throw the food in then sit down and throw my cup between my legs (since I don't have cup holders).  I'm not used to driving like that, so I took it outta my legs and took a sip, then held it as my turn came up and turned usin' my right arm and with a cup in my left hand.  So needless to say I completely screw up and hit the curb on the opposite side of the road, AND drive all the way up on top of it.  I sit there fer a second like an idiot and hold up traffic.  Then I put my car in reverse, drive off the curb and go and park.  Look at the front of the car to see how bad it was, not bad, then look down and see the flat tire...SHIT!  So I go to the passenger door, open it, call my stepdad and pick up the soda (which i threw into the passenger seat to get myself off the curb) and take a sip of it.  Told Rick, my stepdad, that I did this and he comes down.  I throw my soda against the wall and get the tire and tire jack outta the back.  We put on the spare, then come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, I've gotta go down and get a new tire...damn it.  Oh, I also started College the other day.  Woo, so far it rules.  Tuesday was abnormal psych and film, wed was accounting 101a, then math 120, and today it was death and dying.  The best class is abnormal psych and film, then math.  Math only because the hottest chick I've seen on either campus digs me (i think...), what what!  Yeah, she sat next to me when most of the seats were empty and said that she saw me earlier and was gonna talk to me then, but din't because I was sittin' in my car.  Hey, it works.    So I think Monday I'll ask her fer her number and ask to go out and such shat.  That's been about all that's been goin' on, plus work of course.  Next Wednesday is The Unseen and Dropkick Murphy's, w00t!  As for now, I'm gonna get started on some homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106280369800572706?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106280369800572706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106280369800572706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106280369800572706' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106205896478283044</id><published>2003-08-28T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T01:22:44.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT A CAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silver ford probe BIATCH, what!  Yeah dude, so I got insurance this morning.  Went to the Express MVD, they told us to get an emmisions test so we went to...that place...jiffy lube, or summ...uh, zippy lube, that's the one.  Then we went back to the MVD and since I screwed up and wrote my nickname, alex, on there instead of alexander we had to go and get a notarization or summ.  So, we went to this place right in the center, Mail Boxes Plus, and I saw the most beautiful girl EVER working there.  I asked her aboot the notarizing and stuff and she told me to come back tomorrow because the chick wun't there or summ.  Then we went to the UPS store a little farther away and got it notarized.  Came back, I cleaned it all up then drove (myself) to Radio Shack.  I bought this cool music adapter thing.  What it is, you plug it into your headphone jack on your mp3 player (in my case) and turn it on.  That's it.  Change the radio station to say, 88.1 fm, and listen to all the music you want.  It's VERY nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about it all day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106205896478283044?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106205896478283044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106205896478283044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106205896478283044' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106188606834211014</id><published>2003-08-26T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T01:21:08.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK WORK.  Tomorrow is A Global Threat and guess what?  I'm scheduled to fucking work.  I asked for it off about two weeks ago and still got my name on the calender for today.  Work sucks I can tell you that much, at least for this reason alone.  Still haven't gotten the whole confirmation on the employee of the month shits so I'm still paying for food, good thing it's with the parental advisory's money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That new mp3 player, ahhhhh I love it.  For the first day I got it I had stayed up ALL NIGHT to try and get the software working on my computer.  That din't work at all, then my stepdad woke up and from about four in the morning till seven we both worked on it.  He got it to work on his computer, and since we're connected through the lan he took all my music and threw it on there.  I went to bed 'round seven, seven thirty and had my alarm set for 10 for I was going to get up and go to cec.  So I woke up at 11:30 and thought, "shit...i could run there and &lt;b&gt;maybe&lt;/b&gt; make it...nah."  This making me go back to sleep untill 2:30.  Woke up and set up my schedule for TVI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays + Wednesdays&lt;br /&gt; - Accounting 101A 10:30 - 11:45&lt;br /&gt; - Math 120 1:30 - 3:15&lt;br /&gt;Tuedays&lt;br /&gt; - Psych + Film (Psych) 12:00 - 3:15&lt;br /&gt;Fridays&lt;br /&gt; - Death + Dying (Psych) 12:00 - 2:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  Then finally went out at about seven to eat dinner at Dion's.  I brought my niftly lil mp3 player and listened to all the music that I had on it.  It's sooooooo nice.  Walked down the street, ordered a slice of cheese and a large dr pepper and sat at the table just listening to my music.  Ate my food, and when I was done I saw &lt;a href="http://www22.brinkster.com/krzyac/images/friends/mike.jpg"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt; there.  We talked a little bit about random crap, he told me he was even thinkin' about getting a mohawk and decided against it heh.  We talked about the night at Megan's house when he was trashed and drank all the beer leaving me with none atole, then about college, and more random stupid stuff.  Then he went to eat with his family and I got a refill and walked home.  That was a good Friday night I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had work at 2 - close and had to look up some insurance information so mom woke me up 'round 11.  A good five minutes before my alarm was going to go off.  I swear that I'm responsible g'damnit.  So I called a couple of companies, and majority were those voiceteller things and one was even the wrong number.  So that turned out being crap.  Then I was gonna watch SLC Punk but accidently opened it in the program I was trying to make work, and the program worked.  So I didn't watch the movie and all I did was delete all the songs from my mp3 player and re-add them (with proper id3 tags).  That was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday nothing really happened, I think I cleaned my room that day actually.  Found a pair of nice headphones that I thought din't work, and they work.  Good times.  Then at work there's this lil girl who comes in every so often and puts her name as "nsync" on the tickets.  So I just randomly freaked out (for lack of better words) and was all "DUDE!!! You HAVE to get me Justin's autograph!!!!  He's the bestest!"  She kinda goes "whoah you like him" and stuff, then leaves.  A couple minutes later she comes back with a piece of paper cloth in her hands.  A trade was made and she gave me the picture (which I left at work on accident but looked something like...."To Alex, Love Justin" and JS on squiggly like on the right with a little stick figure under it.) and made Brett get her a cookie.  Then Brett asked for Lance's autograph and she went and did the same thing.  Brett tried to negotiate against a cookie but din't and then just randomly ran out the kitchen, into the bakery, then looked around for people like he was a criminal, went down, grabbed a cookie, got back up and looked around again, handed her the cookie, then ran back to the kitchen.  We showed Fallon (manager) the two pictures and were all proud of 'em.  "WOOOO, we got N'Syncs autographs!!!!"  Basically like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, only special thing that happened was that I got insurance for the car, all I need now is to buy the car.  Oh, and at work tonight there was some lil kid (7 or so) who kept talking to us and saying he was gonna cut us with a hammer.  He made Shay and me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me is DONE writing this stupid shit while listening to...Iggy Pop And The Stooges - Cock In My Pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cut you with a hammer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106188606834211014?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106188606834211014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106188606834211014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106188606834211014' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106136894329301064</id><published>2003-08-20T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T01:42:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh, doing NOTHING right now.  Kind of updating the blog, but not sure what I want to do with it quite yet.  I'll figure it out soonish maybe, or I'll end up doing some very random change in a week, month, or something of the like.  And that picture up there ----^, yeah, I made it, what about it?  I have no idea who that chick is, nor the picture in the background.  Though there is a person laying on the ground drunk off his ass that you can't see because she's covering him.  But yeah, that's what happens out of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a new phone today/yesterday, still figuring out how to use it.  So far I've got voice calling, games, logo's, ringtones, a sound recorder (22 seconds), and...that's about it I think.  Oh yeah, I can call people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put one song in there so far, The Dwarves - I Will Deny.  The lines are "Nobody loves me, nobody cares, and when I die there will be nobody there.  Nobody loves me, nobody cares.  And when I die, and when I die, I wanna die, wanna dieeee."  Good song :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the thing about me getting employee of the month for July.  Rock!  So that's pretty cool, Fallon (manager) told me about it today.  It's not official quite yet but once they make it official I get free food for a month.  Woocha I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Thursday I'm gonna be gettin' myself a new mp3 player.  Thinking about getting one of those 20 giggers.  That's just barely enough to hold all my music.  I'll hafta stop *cough* downloading music illegally *cough* so I don't have to fill the whole thing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday I'm going to visit CEC and say hey to Mr. Nord and my old bus driver.  Hopefully she doesn't mind me much anymore.  Last year she told me that I had killed a guy by throwing an egg out the window of the bus (not the truth).  She hated me much, so we'll see how it goes.  I must bring my camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for my life so far, nothing but boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106136894329301064?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106136894329301064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106136894329301064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106136894329301064' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106115639768654158</id><published>2003-08-17T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T14:39:57.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I...am..tired.....as....hell.right..now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me is listening to...misfits - dust to dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I worked from 2 until close, which, we ended up getting out of work by 11.  I got a ride home with Brett, took a shower, got dressed, did my hair.  By 12 I was out of the house and walking down to Megan's house.  Running some of the time and walking the rest I finally got to her house and rang the doorbell to see her sister.  I walk in, say hey to Kyle who kinda introduces me to everyone in the room.  Kyle tells me there's some beer in the fridge so I head into the kitchen.  Since I'm incompetent and can't find any alcohol Chad tries to help and he doesn't see any, so Kyle comes in and gets me the Absolute Vodka.  I pour a bunch of that in a glass with a little bit of Sprite.  Along with Kyle in the room, there were Jessica, Danielle, Kelsey, and Chad all playing "Fuck the Dealer" or some game.  I play a round or something and then we change games.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next game we played was "Kings" and you throw a buncha cards around a glass.  2-5 is you drink, 6-8 is distribute (amongst the other players, how many drinks they each take), 9 is rhyme (the dealer says a word and it goes around the group until someone can't rhyme it, they hafta take a drink), 10 is rule (make up a rule, if you break it, you get the consequences), jack is category (say a category, everyone hasta say a word that fits in the category, who ever can't think of one takes a drink), queen is question (goes around the circle with everyone asking a question to answer a question.  the question dun't have to make since.), and king is you pour some of your drink into the middle glass.  Whoever gets the fourth king has to drink the whole glass.  I think that Aces were waterfalls, but I'm not sure, it's where the dealer takes a drink, the person to their right has to take a drink and can't stop until the dealer stops, then the person to their right can't stop until that person stops, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole game I ended up fucking Chad over, I did the waterfall thing for a good amount of time, and distributed most of the drinks to him.  Memorable moments (those I remember):  Fighting with Kelsey for some reason, haha, we kinda slapped eachother around a little bit.  Them finding out that I went to La Cueva and saying that I'm not a normal La Cueva kid.  The mohawk, attitude, etc.  I'm not a preppy jerk asswad so you wouldn't think that I would go there.  Getting in a rhyme game with just Danielle, we rhymed "bar" for a while.  I lost, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while the game kinda just stopped, we were waiting for Megan to come home and she was out for about an hour so Kyle and I walked over to Mike's house to check if she was ok.  We knocked on his window for a while, but noone was answering, but we saw Megan's car so we knew that she was ok at least.  The two of us walked back to find Kelsey wanting to go home.  We all thought she was too drunk to drive herself home (eventually Megan had come back) and everyone tried to get her to either stay or let someone drive her home and follow.  So she finally agree'd to Megan driving her while Kayce (I don't know how to spell her name...) followed.Jessica and Danielle had left a little while before we got Kelsey home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at 2:30 me and Kyle went into the backyard and finished off the bowl that we tried to smoke earlier.  About 3 we all went to sleep.  Then at four I woke up and saw Matt wandering around in the living room trying to sleep somewhere I guess.  He had his head right up on my ass, so I woke up and moved away, then he got on the reclining chair and fell asleep with some groaning noises.  Eventually I fell back to sleep and when I woke up again, 8:30, noone was really up except Kyle.  Matt came in from wherever he had fallen asleep again, and all of us just hung out and talked and schtuff.  Ended up eating some burrito's and watching teenage mutant ninja turtles.  Then just normal hanging out stuff with Megan a lot, and around three I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to get ready for work, which starts at five, and then close the restaurant.  I'm dead tired too.  At least I don't have a hangover right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106115639768654158?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106115639768654158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106115639768654158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106115639768654158' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106093844212883458</id><published>2003-08-15T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T02:11:46.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I posted this on a message board, so I figger'd I'd just copy and paste it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"my life as of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up to a phone call at 9 30 from simon&lt;br /&gt;go over to his house and hang out and watch part of a movie till 11 30&lt;br /&gt;as i walk back home call krista, whose mom says that she'll have krista call back in a minute&lt;br /&gt;also call brett to see if he wants to come over to help out with college shit&lt;br /&gt;get home, then sit, and have brett come over&lt;br /&gt;figger out college shit while watching "gacy" fer a couple of hours&lt;br /&gt;wait for krista to call...&lt;br /&gt;get bored and around 2 30 go out to return gacy to blockbuster&lt;br /&gt;walk into at&amp;t and ask fer a new phone even though i have sprint.  then stop by the verizon store, same thing.&lt;br /&gt;then finally the sprint one.  sit in there as it starts to sprinkle rain while talking to the manager about a new phone.  then call my stepdad to have him come down to get the new phone (cuz i'm on his contract) but him not answering the phone.&lt;br /&gt;walk home in the lovely rain beating down on you getting you soaked.  then when yer almost home have your cd player crap out on you.&lt;br /&gt;when i get home i get message from krista so i call her back, and she says she might be able to hang out.  she says she'll call me in about an hour, and i tell her to call the house phone cuz my cell phone sucks.  needless to say, she din't call me.&lt;br /&gt;get home around 4 and sit in this chair for about 11 hours doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me listened to...the dismemberment plan - you are invited&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106093844212883458?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106093844212883458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106093844212883458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106093844212883458' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106079484741191695</id><published>2003-08-13T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T10:19:16.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/me is listening to Agnostic Front - Gotta Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's 11:15.  Krista said she'd be calling at 10.  I have work at five.  Sooooo, if she does in fact call, I'm gonna hafta doubt that we'll do anything.  I got 3 and a half fucking hours of sleep due to having to wake up early so we could hang out, but no.  So, I've been doing NOTHING for the last two hours thinking it was just my phone was in an odd spot of my house where I would get no reception.  So then I call her, the rude as fuck front desk people finally let me through and talk to her room, but no answer.  Hm, maybe her parents made plans that she can't just leave from.  Probably not because she usually rebels against her parents and shit, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Naomi's blog, she hates it here.  Oh well, her loss I guess.  So she'll be moving back up to Richland, good for her.  It'll be like every other friendship I've had, woooo.  I should give up on having friends.  Adams a lazy ass who dun't do shit except play soul calibur and put down others (like with Kyle yesterday at Naomi's house when Kyle showed Adam the tattoo he was gonna get on his back...Adam "that's kinda uh, gay.").  Well FUCK Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today has started.  Three hours of sleep, getting stood up by a friend who will have the greatest excuse of all time (or just say summ stupid) and I'll forgive her and all will be all peachy fucking keen in the world again.  But then what will happen, with Naomi, and Adam?  No worries, we'll fade away from eachother like all my other friends.  I'll end up having another few or so fer a couple of years (if that) and the same will happen over again.  Know what...it's not worth it.  Life fucking blows ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me ended listening to Naked Raygun - Knock Me Down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106079484741191695?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106079484741191695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106079484741191695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106079484741191695' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106067855985677770</id><published>2003-08-12T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T01:55:59.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xjkx/1059292674_record.jpg" border="0" alt="indie prick"&gt;&lt;br&gt;you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at&lt;br&gt;all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,&lt;br&gt;dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xjkx/quizzes/what%20type%20of%20lame%20scenester%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;what type of lame scenester are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that would be a good way to start off today's blog entry.  Yup.  Ahhh, I knew I should have written in this thing yesterday.  What happened, hm...Ok, all I remember is that Krista got online last night around 12:45 er so and we talked a bunch.  She said she's coming out here today (11th), at about 11:00 am.  Also that she'd call once she got here.  After a loooong amount of time online we both finally went to bed (7:30am) and awaited her to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing and having Naomi on the other end and such, but I'm not sure.  I do know that she called me and wanted to hang out or something.  Then she called Adam and a buncha crap happened causing everyone to just kind of go away and such.  So nothing happened fer a while.  Kyle got online and asked me if I wanted to go downtown to check out the prices on the tattoo he's getting.  He got a few estimates and finally got it down to 200 bucks, goooood deal for the tat he's gonna get.  Oh, we also got food at the Frontier before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home I called Naomi and Kyle and I went to her house and hung out.  Adam showed up a little while later, then Kyle had to go home so I had him drop me off at my house.  Adam then called about half an hour later and asked if he could come over, I said sure, so he came over another half hour after the call.  We watched bits of Swordfish and played some video games and stuff, then Kyle was bored again so he came back over.  Talked to Benson online and invited him to dinner with us.  Once Naomi got back from Wushu she came over to my house, then Benson showed up, and we hopped into two cars and drove down to Chili's.  Waited a little while, and got a table and such.  Ate dinner, made all that random weird stupid dinner talk kinda stuff.  Kyle had to leave a little bit early, then we finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of us (Benson, Adam, Naomi, and myself) walked out to the car and they kept me locked out.  Benson started to drive away as I was on the trunk.  I waved to the group of people waiting outside the front of Chili's as we drove off.  We got to the other side of the restaurant and I got in the car.  Drove back around and waved to the group of people, then drove around one more time and I waved again and said summ like "have a good night" or something equally stupid.  Then we drove back to my house, where Naomi and Adam walked home and Benson and I stayed here.  We watched the Simpsons and an episode of That 80's Show.  He also showed me this nice lil site that's kinda fun fer a while known as &lt;a href="http://www.dictionaraoke.org/"&gt;http://www.dictionaraoke.org/&lt;/a&gt;.  It's a nice little waste of time.  He left around 11, then I've been here since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to register fer school still, YAY!  Maybe I'll do that tomorrow morning if i wake up early enough.  Same with applying at Hobby Lobby for a new job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106067855985677770?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106067855985677770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106067855985677770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106067855985677770' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106042120268473381</id><published>2003-08-09T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:53:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/me is listening to...A Stained Glass Romance - Hurts Worse With A Spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARG!  I am SORE as all hell right now.  Every time i swallow, or move my shoulders, or look around, I get a nice little pain.  Ahhh, was it worth it I wonder.  Yes, it was.  Ok, here's what all happened in the past two days.  Today was kind of crap, so no talking about that much hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to the sound of silence at 7:38 (Yes I do remember the time).  Odd feeling that is.  So I went back to sleep, 'tis not my idea of waking up an hour and a half early just to do nothing.  Then my alarm goes off and I get myself all ready for a big day.  The time, 9ish.  So I finish getting ready, then go to the store and pick up some random food type items such as chips, dip, and soda.  Then go back home and set the garage up fer stuff.  As I'm bringing my computer down I see someone pull into the parking lot, not knowing who it is.  So I walk into my house and grab some more crap and go back into the garage.  And as I get in there the guy is already in there and I realize who it is, Pat.  I find out his name later.  Then Naomi comes, then Adam and his brother, and Raf, Benson, and even Jon.  Later on Simon called me and he even came.  Good LAN I think, played some good games and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 7 o'clock rolls around and only a few of us are still hangin' out.  Naomi, Adam, his brother, Benson, and I are the last of the greats.  We head out and meet Mark down the street by that famous coffee place I can't think of the name, ahh Starbucks.  They all talk about how we are gonna split up the group to go as I run to Smiths to get some money out of the bank.  Run past the group of cool kids sitting outside of Starbucks and into Smiths.  Get my money and run back past the cool kids who have a short conversation with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some girl: Hey, there's the mohawk friend&lt;br /&gt;Some guy: Hey, I like your mohawk&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah ROCK ON!  (While making the devil horns to 'em)...whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh that was great, I love those kids, so ignorant of life.  I go back to the cars and they still haven't figured out a way to get set up.  Me and Danny (Adam's brother) decide to go with Mark, and the rest with Benson.  And we all get to the show.  Dying Fetus headlining, and a bunch of other bands that I can't remember right now like Divine Empire.  Those two were the best there in my opinion.  Oh, and the band that did the East and West connection.  Seperate the room in half, and then have them both charge eachother.  I forget which band did that, but yes.  Those were the best bands.  The pit was CRAZY as all hell.  Most brutal I've been in, and most brutal I've seen besides Kreator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show happened I had tied my shoes REALLY tight so they would not come off during the pit.  Guess what?  They did, well, only once.  Not twice, only once.  There were a few hot chicks there, one wearing a plaid skirt that caught my attention.  No, not just because she was wearing plaid, but also a see through black shirt :P.  Well, there was a bra on under too, but yeah, heh.  Anyway, she was pretty fucking sexy.  I never got a chance to talk to her atole which is a bummer, but oh well, maybe the next show?  The pit involved big men smashing people over and over again.  A skinny guy taller than me and with bleached hair was always in the pit and started it with me a couple of times.  I look at him, he looks at me, we nod, hit eachother, than millions o' people would join in on the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The East to West connection.  Ok, this was a very cool event.  I've heard about this kind of thing before, from a different band and show and stuff, but never have witnessed or been in it.  The lead singer seperated us into two halves and told us to wait till he said go.  They played a song while everyone moshed and headbanged and enjoyed and such.  Then the song ended and he told us to seperate.  I stared at my friend colin who was also in the front, only on the other side, and we both flipped eachother off.  Then a big guy on the other side looked at me and thought I was doing it to him, so he started flipping me off.  Heh, then the lead singer said go and we ran into the other side.  This in turn led to a massive pit where you could not stand in one part of the floor without getting hit at all.  Every single person was hitting every single person.  CRAZINESS was what this was, total chaos.  Ahhh, good show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were driving off Colin had introduced some guy to Adam (who was in the car ahead of us) and then we started to drive off and the girl in the black shirt waved to me :)  ahhh, dreamy.  Haha.  Maybe I was staring at her and she decided to wave at me to get me to stop staring?  I have no idea, still felt good about her waving, that was quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we went to 7-11 and got some slurpees and went home.  Everyone had to leave pretty soon after that though.  My stepdad didn't want anyone staying there late, and Naomi's dad had left a voicemail on my phone telling her to go home.  Everyone ended up leaving pretty soon after we all got home and I started cleaning up.  Brought my computer to my room, and picked up a little bit in the garage.  As soon as I got downstairs I went right to bed.  Dead tired, I didn't even set up my computer or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me finished this part listening to...The Jesus Lizard - Inamorata&lt;br /&gt;/me is listening to...Crass - Can't Cheat Karma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today.  Woke up at about 12 to a phone call from Jon saying that a part to the NES that I gave him yesterday didn't work.  I told him to go buy a new one, he told me it was too expensive being 12 bucks and all.  But I didn't want to wake up and get it for him...I'm lazy.  So I went back to sleep and woke up at 2:59 and turned my alarm off (set for three) before it went off.  Cleaned up the rest of the garage, set up my computer, then went to work.  Ok, not much happened at work tonight.  But there were a few cool points.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was that I got a new keychain and a deck of cards from my boss.  I guess the radio station was giving them out tonight or something.  So I have a Coors Original keychain which has a current residence of being on my wallet chain, and a deck of cards which is over yonder next to my clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool one was that I thought I saw Krista at my work today.  I got fucking excited only to be let down.  The chick looked almost exactly like her.  Same height, hair (since I last saw her), type of clothing, everything.  But then she turned around and was ugly and, needless to say, Krista's not.  Reason I got so excited was that yesterday Benson had told me that Krista was going to be coming here sometime soonish.  Bummer dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last cool thing was this kid who had a mohawk.  He must have been like 12 or something, but it was still cool.  I didn't notice till my coworkers were talking to him and told me to take off my hat.  The kid had it highlighted and in spikes, 'twas cut in the back though.  But it was still cool nonetheless.  So count of mohawks in the last two days = 3 (including me).  Oh yeah, Colin had one too, he was the friend I was flipping off at the concert and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then closing sucked ass, I was closing with the lazy fuck, Manuel.  I worked my sore ass off while he was talking to the guys in back and shit.  Fucking Manuel.  So we got out of there at 11:40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for my ride I played solitaire with my new deck of cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me ended listening to...NOFX - The Decline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a nice little bit of information.  My mom's going to be getting a new car this weekend.  What's this mean?  I get her old car, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna be driving myself around.  Not a big deal, but not a bad thing atole.  Except the whole having to waste a good 1200 bucks every 6 months fer insurance and 1500 to buy the car...then there's gas money.  Oh well, still good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I learned how to make animated GIF files.  Well, I already knew how to, but I did it again because I felt like it and I wanted to, heh.  So here's 4 that I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ex/krzyac/mohawk3.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me turning my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ex/krzyac/tehsexor.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an image that a friend (Andrew) made and I just did the movie...Yes, quite odd, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ex/krzyac/youfuckingsuck.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avatar for a contest that Andrew had for a new avatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/ex/krzyac/helicopter.GIF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39 frames of complete boredom.  I thought it was cool...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106042120268473381?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106042120268473381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106042120268473381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106042120268473381' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-106007123886646995</id><published>2003-08-05T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:18:04.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two friends got back into town today and last night.  Good thing because I was starting to get bored, and we all know what that means.  Well, yeah, shouldn't have built any suspense to that because we all know that I'll end up just sitting here staring my life away.  Ok, on with the story.  Adam got back from picking up his brother last night in California.  Also Naomi just got back from her 3 week trip to Japan, she bought a few gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3383298%3B23232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3238%3E969%3E667%3Ewsnrcg%3D32324%3B8976853nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choco Baby Candy, they taste exactly like Raisinettes, only without the raisin.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3383298%3B23232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3238%3E969%3E667%3Ewsnrcg%3D32324%3B8979574nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fan, if you can't read, it says:&lt;br /&gt;Japanese Beautiful Woman&lt;br /&gt;Small Flat Fan&lt;br /&gt;with Envelope&lt;br /&gt;I think that'll be a nice gift to my mom, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3383298%3B23232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3238%3E969%3E667%3Ewsnrcg%3D32324%3B8979576nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front to a stick of very good tasting fum, Green Gum.  Whoever this LOTTE guy is, I would sure like to meet him.  He seems to have very original ideas.  Yes the gum itself is, in fact, green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3383298%3B23232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3238%3E969%3E667%3Ewsnrcg%3D32324%3B8979575nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back to a stick of Green Gum.  Notice the "Live Long" to the top right.  All the Japanese text means is that this each stick will give an additional 10 years to your life.  I like this idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3383298%3B23232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3238%3E969%3E667%3Ewsnrcg%3D32324%3B8979577nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a one of a kind Japanese Samuraii letter opener.  Legend has it that if you take the sword out of the case then you &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/3383298%3B23232%7Ffp8%3Enu%3D3238%3E969%3E667%3Ewsnrcg%3D32324%3B8979578nu0mrj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out now, 'tis out of it's case.  I'm gonna hafta use it on something.  Alright, you're safe, i just cut up a paper from work (time clock thing, have millions of them scattered about) and that's good, no bad luck for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sweet girl eh?  Haha, she bought some more as well, but this is it for now.  I forgot to grab the rest outta the bag, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically all day the three of us just sat in my room and hung out.  Played some video games and such.  Then went to Chili's and had dinner.  That was nice.  Came back home, and their parents picked the two of them up after hanging out in our backyard for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about all that we did.  Oh yeah, finally spiked my mohawk properly today (fan style) but I din't take any pictures.  Maybe I'll take some before I go out to lunch and a movie (Pirates Of The Caribbean again*), but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I missed the Reverend Horton Heat show due to Adam not having any money and Naomi's parents not allowing her to go.  So none of us went, ahhh well, boo hoo.  They're not an OLD OLD band so hopefully I have a chance to see them again.  Yeah, I should.  But that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pirates Of The Caribbean is the one movie I've seen more than once in a movie theater, thus wasting the most money from my pocket.  This will be the third time I will have seen it.  But I believe it is worth it because it is just that damned good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me ended listening to...The Adicts - Cowboys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-106007123886646995?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106007123886646995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/106007123886646995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106007123886646995' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-105989395602853954</id><published>2003-08-02T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T23:59:15.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh, the opening of a new page smells great, eh?  Especially when it doesn't have a scent anyway, and I have a stuffed nose.  But who cares, the new page smell is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had work today, 12-10 was the scheduled time.  Normal saturday.  Went to bed at 5:30 ish last night, and woke up at 10:30 so I was dead all day.  Then at work a couple of people kept talking to this one chick who annoys the fuck out of everyone.  She adores all hell outta me, fer what reason, I have no idea.  So, these coworkers thought up a plan to get her to stop talking so much.  They try to get her to go out with me and eventually she stops talking to them and they are free of annoyances.  GAH to my coworkers, they blow ass.  So yeah, they kept trying to get her to ask me out all day today, and when she had to leave she ended up giving me her phone number.  Then afterwards they kept mocking her, pissing me the fuck off.  Also they told me that I should just get some from her and then that's it.  Blah to that, I say.  Then the 12-10 thing, fuck that I guess, I ended up having to close.  11.45 hours or sum shit.  I guess money'll be nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-105989395602853954?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105989395602853954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105989395602853954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105989395602853954' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-105963467136814409</id><published>2003-07-30T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T01:19:23.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/me is listening to...Nekromantix - Last Night I Saved An Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, what did I do today?  Ahh, I woke up around 12 as normal.  Then remembered that Adam had called me yesterday, so I guess he got back into town.  So I called him and made plans to hang out, took a shower and all that and he got here.  We hung out and played Tony Hawk 3 for a little while.  Then as we are getting bored I receive a phone call from Brett asking to go to the One For Hope concert.  So I ask Adam if he wants to go, he says sure, then I ask Brett if another person can come along and he says sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brett comes by and we all hop in the car and head to El Rey or where ever and wait for the show to start.  As we wait we see a nice big fucking group of pop punk idiot stupid ass whore mongor kids.  Every single kid looked the exact same as the other one.  So then we leave, haha, we didn't even waste our money on the show.  Went to Burger King, then Brett had to go somewhere so he left after dropping us off closeish to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I walk down the street to Blockbuster and pick up a couple of movies.  10 Things I Hate About You, and Daredevil were the two.  We watch 10 TIHAY and laugh throughout the whole thing, it was a pretty good movie.  I enjoyed it.  Then I hand Adam the shaver thing he brought over to do my hair with and we start to cut my hair.  Takes forever to do but we finally finish and it's a mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.snapfish.com/33832%3A2723232%7Ffp3%3B%3Dot%3E2329%3D%3A5%3A%3D758%3Dxroqdf%3E23233%3C7%3A748%3A8ot1lsi"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's me on the right with the non-spiked mohawk and adam on the left with the surfer hair style.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few times throughout that time period I had to walk upstairs to get some scissors and such of the like.  So one time I go upstairs to get a mirror from my mom and she asks me why I have a hat on.  So I tell her that I'm getting a hair cut and that it's not quite finished.  Then they have me take off the hat and then start saying that they won't go out with me in public, and that appearance is everything and all that such shit.  So I just tell them that I don't care and go and look for the mirror they gave me directions to, and can't find it.  Go back downstairs and talk to Adam and we finished it up.  Then Mom came downstairs and talked about how horrible it was.  Here's the conversation basically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey mom, you can come in. (The bathroom door was shut cuz we were cleaning a bit.)&lt;br /&gt;Adam: Haha, do you like what I did to your son?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No, I hate it.  (Looks at me.)  You should cut off all of his hair now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I just sat there basically in awe on how bad that was.  So then Mom left and we just talked shit on what the hell could she think, she doesn't know any better, and blah blah blah.  Then I walk upstairs to get something, and she looks at me and says something along the lines of, "that would look better if you cut the back off."  Yes mom, a mohawk without the back...GAH, sometimes she just gets under my skin.  Oh well, now I'm doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Adam left and I took my shower and got online.  And that is about all that went on today.  All I have to watch out for is work tomorrow, dun dun dun.  Hope noone see's my mohawk, I'll be wearing my hat all day to try to keep it out of attention.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me finished while listening to...The Real McKenzies - Thistle Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-105963467136814409?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105963467136814409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105963467136814409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105963467136814409' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-105955107068904885</id><published>2003-07-30T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T00:44:30.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>/me listenin' to...epoxies - walk the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and sat in this here chair, sat here and looked at a message board.  Some kid on there is a complete idiot in my mind so I told him, and read his replies and replied and such.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a knock knock knock on the door.  Turned around and replied, "Yeah?"  And noone enters...nor responds, this sending me into shock.  Then i see an arm reach in, and, oh of course, it's Jon.  So he comes in and we just do our normal random stuff.  He gets on my computer, I play Tony Hawk, he says he needs a picture to send to someone, I say ok, then we take pictures of him.  Send one off, and then he has to leave for I have work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I hop into our batmobile, drive past my friends house.  He's already dressed up, and Robin jumps in.  And off we go.  We drive past the Joker, Mr Freeze, and Poison Ivy, all in search for our one destination.  That destination you ask, is none other than Fuddruckers.  *Lightning and thunder olden movie day kind of special effects occur*  Robin jumps out of the batmobile, I open the door and walk around, and meet him by the passenger side door.  We stair at the store, give eachother glares, and walk in step towards the door.  I kick the door in and Robin runs in behind me throwing a gas grenade as he runs in and tackles a "customer" to get him out of the line of fire.  I walk straight down the aisle with a solid stair and continue walking.  Look to my left and see a customer eating their meal trying to see what's happening.  Look to my right and see an employee bussing tables.  I stop after hearing a loud screeching noise over the intercom and drop to my knees holding my ears.  After a good 10 seconds of hearing this noise I finally figure out what it is.  "You will never catch me alive" is said over and over again as I regain all my strength to get up and run through the double doors into the back area.  I look over at the cooks who are trying to fix the intercom which made the noise.  I continue to run and see that the door to the back is open.  The noise halts, and I run out the door.  Two options, left or right.  Decision time, which way, go, left, or right, left or right, left or right?  To my right I hear nothing, to the left I hear a car screech off.  I run to the door just in time to see the license plate speeding off, only able to get "4D8" from the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think, okay, so this in't real and continue to argue with my stepdad about homosexuality.  He was arguin' that it was bad and not normal.  His point was that since homosexuality isn't normal, it shouldn't be practiced.  Of course, this coming from a stubborn Christian mind, I had no hope in changing it.  But it turned more into an argument of the normal vs. the different.  So now I think he might think that I'm gay.  Meh, as long as he dun't try to send me away to New York (where the new all gay school is being built) I'll be fine.  Maybe it'll change some o' his views?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I did salads and buns all day.  God I need to get better at that kind of thing.  It wasn't very busy all day, just that we had a nice steady flow of people throughout until about 9-9:30 which kind of pissed us off.  Then around 10:00 the manager din't close right away and we had a ticket at 10:03, which is not supposed to happen.  That pissed us off more.  Since we din't close anything very well before 10 we had some trouble gettin' focused and closing fast, but eh.  It's all good, got outta there and got work off for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, tomorrow I'm gettin' to go to a show.  That'll be nice.  One of my friends' bands, One for Hope.  Check them out at http://mp3.com.  They aren't really my style, but you gotta support your friend right?  I'm gonna be going with my friend Brett who's best friends with the guitarist, guitarist being my only friend in the band.  Though more of an aquantince because we never hang out or anything at all, and all of his friends hate me and my friends, and the feeling is pretty mutual.  But REGARDLESS, I am still going to his show.  At least there will be a pit, that's all that I care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow or the next I'll tell you about how the show went, and I'm gonna go ahead and try to leave out more work stories unless they're good.  The normal routine gets boring after hearing about it twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/me ended listening to...Blitz - We Are The Boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-105955107068904885?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105955107068904885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105955107068904885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105955107068904885' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-105945912962342251</id><published>2003-07-28T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T23:12:09.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-105945912962342251?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105945912962342251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105945912962342251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105945912962342251' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5424536.post-105894547541053280</id><published>2003-07-23T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T00:31:15.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm listening to grade - ziggy stardust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5424536-105894547541053280?l=krzyac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105894547541053280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5424536/posts/default/105894547541053280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://krzyac.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105894547541053280' title=''/><author><name>alex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16944428205224569527</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
