<?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-13850231</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:40.518-05:00</updated><category term='xbox 360 elite free cheap money cash'/><title type='text'>A blue shelf and...</title><subtitle type='html'>It's where I put your brains for safe keeping after they've fallen out of your head from reading too much of my blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-6186363199504915860</id><published>2009-03-05T14:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:35:24.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wouldn't you know it?  The mechanics couldn't find anything wrong with my car and just suggested a tune-up.  Awesome.  Well, here's hoping it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll notice, I've added a couple of links.  One is for The Journey, a weekly Bible study service I attend, and the other is for the pastor of that church and friend of mine, Jared Sparks.  You may want to check them out.  Good stuff.  They're a lot more meaningful than my little corner of the virtual world seems to be, what with my random thoughts that sometimes make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I add titles to my posts?  I can't quite decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot.  To answer the eternal question, I'm watching the Watchmen.  Tonight at midnight to be precise.  *joy squeal*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-6186363199504915860?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/6186363199504915860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=6186363199504915860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/6186363199504915860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/6186363199504915860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2009/03/wouldnt-you-know-it-mechanics-couldnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-8182589331047117795</id><published>2009-02-25T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:19:40.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dook&lt;/span&gt;...classic.  I also enjoyed Wall E and Hancock (see previous 2 posts).  Anyway, I totally passed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;calc&lt;/span&gt; 3 on the first try.  HA!  Now differential equations is up to bat.  Or it's pitching and I'm batting.  Either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought last night but I didn't get on to post it because it was late and I was tired.  Not that right now is any different, especially since I have to be up in less than 6.5 hours to go get my car looked at because it's a piece of crap.  Plus last night I would have been posting in the buff because I had just gotten out of the shower (the thought occurred to me while I was in the shower).  The point is that I can't remember what the thought was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, it came to me.  Have you ever heard someone refer to the "bowels of Hell"?  I wonder...if Hell is a set of bowels, does that make Satan a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' turd?  I'm not sure why that stood out in my mind last night, but I thought I'd share it with you.  So now I'm gonna go eat dinner because I just realized I haven't yet and then I'll go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mornings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-8182589331047117795?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/8182589331047117795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=8182589331047117795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/8182589331047117795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/8182589331047117795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2009/02/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-3313367441386857204</id><published>2008-09-30T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:35:24.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ओंस अगं, ... Okay, let's try that again.  For some reason, it had the "type in Hindi" option turned on.  Once again, a work blog.  Actually this time I'm not on the clock.  I'm just in the four hour break between work and class, so technically it's not a work blog.  But I am using a work computer to type it, so maybe it's a working lunch blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the semester has ended since my last post and a new one has taken it's place of contempt in my mind.  Calculus 3 is not my friend.  You hear that, calc 3?  Your days are numbered!  But enough of that.  Having caught up a bit with my own blog by reading my last post, since I very rarely update, I realize that I did indeed enjoy Expelled, Iron Man, Dark Knight, and Get Smart.  The others I have not seen yet, but I still believe I'll enjoy them.  As for the Xbox 360 Elite situation, since nobody seems willing to help me out and complete an offer, I had to just break down and buy a regular 360.  But it has not gone to waste.  I have enjoyed it much with what little free time I've been able to spend with it.  My best pal AfroRyan, whose blog you'll see to your right, labeled Afromegaly, has enabled me to acquire or borrow several games to get me started with achievements, which is greatly appreciated.  What a guy.  Did that sound a little gay?  It sounded a little gay to me.  No matter.  Uh-oh.  It's getting close to class time and I still need to take a pre-class dook.  Guess I'll go do that.  Until whenever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-3313367441386857204?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/3313367441386857204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=3313367441386857204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/3313367441386857204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/3313367441386857204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-5102817051372607639</id><published>2008-04-16T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T08:04:44.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...I seem to be getting into the habit of blogging at work.  Not sure if that's a good thing, but seeing as how I have nothing to do anyway and the boss isn't in here at the moment, I'm going to choose not to care right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what I hate?  Getting up early.  Know what else I hate?  Homework.  Know what else I hate?  School in general.  Props to incomplete sentences.  I was late getting up early for school this morning because I stayed up too late attempting to do my homework last night.  I did almost a full problem.  I am so ready for this semester to be over.  Seriously.  I'm burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had an Xbox 360 Elite right now *wink wink*.  If you don't know what the winking is about, read a couple posts ago and all will be made known to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody excited about Expelled the Movie?  I am.  I'm gonna like it.  I can tell these things.  I'm also really looking forward to Iron Man, Dark Knight, Wall E, Hancock, Get Smart, Speed Racer (kinda), and quite a few others that I can't think of now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably better go finish my homework, since it's due in four hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-5102817051372607639?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/5102817051372607639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=5102817051372607639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/5102817051372607639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/5102817051372607639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2008/04/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-2164143886747408511</id><published>2007-11-09T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:13:46.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm sitting here in the office at work again and a friend of mine is sitting in here playing a game on his computer.  As he's playing, he keeps talking, half to himself and half to me, but I'm being quite entertained by his series of statements, so I'm gonna share a few with you as he says them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a giant hammer!&lt;br /&gt;I'm only level 1?  That really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I just moved through a rock.  That was odd.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that's the wierdest 3-eyed bird I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, that wasn't very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, he's pretty much engrossed in the game now and isn't talking anymore.  I missed a few at the beginning because I forgot them before I got here to type them.  I knew you wouldn't mind.  I'll be needing to go to class soon anyway, so ta ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget about the cheap xbox 360 elites available from my September 28 post!  I command it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-2164143886747408511?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/2164143886747408511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=2164143886747408511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/2164143886747408511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/2164143886747408511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-im-sitting-here-in-office-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-4506269170525421363</id><published>2007-09-28T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:16:15.674-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xbox 360 elite free cheap money cash'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to take this opportunity to do a little shameless promoting. I'm getting a new XBox 360 Elite for about $10 and rather than keep this little secret to myself, I've decided to pass on the goodness to you. If you don't want the console, you can just opt for the $480. So here's the &lt;a href="http://www.360elite4free.com/index.php?ref=4165355"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. Go sign up and complete one offer. You're welcome to do more than one, of course, but that would basically just be wasting money. You only have to do one. There are instructions throughout the process, so it shouldn't be too confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that's out of the way, how is everybody? I'm sitting here at work and posting a new blog. I have to go to class in a few minutes, so I should probably wrap this up. Hope you all enjoy your consoles or money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-4506269170525421363?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/4506269170525421363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=4506269170525421363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/4506269170525421363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/4506269170525421363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-going-to-take-this-opportunity-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-3533255434054003093</id><published>2007-08-18T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:54:59.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It actually hasn't been as long as I thought it had since I posted last.  I surprise myself yet again.  Like that time I decided to take Calculus II.  Yeah, I'm starting to think that was a bad idea, what with me not having taken a math class in over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could mention that I am now also on facebook, for all you facebook users out there.  It's been a while since I joined, but I never mentioned it here, so there you are.  I'd post a link to it with the one to my myspace, but you have to be a friend of mine on facebook to even look at it, so there wouldn't be much point for most of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Christian band I'm a sound guy for?  Well, I think it's pretty much dissolved for now, due to conflicting schedules, priorities, that sort of thing.  We might pick it up at a later date, but nothing for now, which makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the final topic of discussion for this post will be that I'm back from my Florida vacation, which was AWESOME!  I saw dolphins really far off, but didn't get nearly close enough to touch them.  I swam with a huge ray of some kind.  I think it was a stingray.  That was super cool.  I got stung by a bunch of jellyfish, which was slightly less than cool.  Some of the people I went with saw a six foot shark while I wasn't around.  I wish I had been there.  I probly would have gone out to swim with it, or at least get a better look at it.  I know, I know, sharks can bite and even kill you, but so can stingrays and I swam with one.  A big one.  I don't care about that stuff.  If I die, I die.  No biggy.  That's not me giving my permission to order a hit on me or anything, because that's a different issue entirely.  That would make me very angry.  But me risking my own life ain't no thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's not the final topic.  This is.  While on vacation I started the final Harry Potter book and I finished it earlier this week.  Yes, I'm a slow reader.  Don't care.  It was a really good book.  They all were.  Now I'm sad because the adventure is over.  I'm also irritated because now I have to find a new adventure to hold my attention for a while.  Thanks to my uncle for some suggestions, even though he probably will never see this.  Thanks anyway.  I'm gonna look for some of them.  I probly can't buy many of them, since I'm once again broke, due to college and vehicle stuff, but I'll search them out nevertheless.  And now I bid you adieu and hope I spelled that right because I'm tired and a bit smelly, so I'm off to a shower and a bed with a pillow, but no blankets because it's so dang hot.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-3533255434054003093?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/3533255434054003093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=3533255434054003093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/3533255434054003093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/3533255434054003093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-actually-hasnt-been-as-long-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-3769130915638218220</id><published>2007-03-30T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T23:58:08.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you may or may not have noticed, I have added another link.  It's to AfroRyan's new blog documenting the growth of hair.  So instead of asking him how long it takes to grow an afro, just go read about it.  Of course, you may have to wait a while.  It's just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an unrelated story, I left my car windows down a little today because it was quite hot inside the car.  Once again, it poured...POURED down rain while my windows were down.  The funny thing is that there was little to no moisture in my car.  Isn't that wierd?  Yes, yes it is.  It's like there was a magic bubble around my car that kept rain from coming through my open windows.  Not that I'm complaining, but it certainly seemed strange to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-3769130915638218220?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/3769130915638218220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=3769130915638218220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/3769130915638218220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/3769130915638218220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-you-may-or-may-not-have-noticed-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-7852298990015597017</id><published>2007-03-20T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:49:33.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remembered what the other thing was that I had included in the first try of the last post.  I went to see 300 the day it came out.  It was pretty awesome.  I would definitely recommend it...except to the young'ns.  They ought not to see it, what for the nipple action, man-butt, sex scenes, and large amounts of violence.  Not really things da chillens needs to be seein'.  But anyone else...have at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to Hardee's for lunch today.  Who is Hardee?  Because the apostrophe in the restaurant's name implies that it belongs to this person, whoever he/she is.  Same for Arby's.  Who is Arby?  Are the two related?  I mean, we know who Ronald McDonald and Colonal Sanders are, not that KFC is called Sanders's or Colonal's, but you get my point.  Wendy's even has the little girl on the sign.  I'm pretty sure that was supposed to be Dave Thomas's daughter, but that's not the point.  Come to think of it, there are all kinds of restaurants that present this same quandry.  I'm not going to try to name them all, but you know I'm right.  I know you know.  Know how I know you know?  No, you probably don't, but that's truly, truly irrelevant to anything in my whole post...other than the question asking you whether you know...shut up.  $33 y0u 1@73r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-7852298990015597017?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/7852298990015597017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=7852298990015597017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/7852298990015597017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/7852298990015597017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-remembered-what-other-thing-was-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-9120219296065627812</id><published>2007-03-19T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:04:40.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies all the time be askin' me "Coach Z, how come you don't dance no more?"  But enough about that.  Once again, my computer froze while I was trying to do a post.  I had it close to done, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are the backs of shins called calves?  Are we supposed to call the backs of thighs cows?  I mean at least then calves would make sense, especially since when a calf is young and feeding it's under the cow.  But then why would we call the backs of thighs cows?  None of it makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there was something else I included the first time I tried to post this.  I don't remember what it was, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Here's something I was pondering.  What is the origin of the term "spit'n image"?  You know, like how babies are always the spit'n image of one of the parents?  Is it supposed to be &lt;em&gt;spitting&lt;/em&gt; image?  Because I don't get that.  Cause when you think about it that way, you take the image of the parent and then make it spit.  That's what the kid is.  On the other hand, if it's supposed to be the &lt;em&gt;spit and&lt;/em&gt; image, that makes sense if you think about it.  Cause what's in spit?  DNA, that's what.  The kid would kinda have their parent's DNA in them, so you could say (I guess...if your...I don't know...dumb) that they have their parents' spit.  And of course the image part is obvious.  They look like their parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably be paying attention to the teacher.  He's lecturing and I haven't really been listening.  I tried for a minute, but it was boring...so I got on teh internets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, does anyone read this?  I mean other than AfroRyan?  I know you do every now and then.  But is anyone else getting any enjoyment whatsoever from this blog?  If you happen to read this, don't hesitate to comment or let me know you read it.  Right now I'm just rambling on, basically talking to a computer screen.  Well, I'm talking in my head.  Not really out loud to the screen.  That would be interupting class.  And I'd probly get sent out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever snake spit by accident?  Like when you yawn or something?  That gets annoying.  Entertaining, but annoying.  Cause it's usually when I'm reading something, so it gets all over the book and the pages get wet.  Sometimes the ink runs.  I wouldn't get quite so irritated if I could do it on purpose.  I can't.  But accidentally I'm a pro.  I think I just did on my arm.  I don't know where else all that moisture came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired...and hungry.  But I still have almost an hour of class left.  Well, this is me...signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-9120219296065627812?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/9120219296065627812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=9120219296065627812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/9120219296065627812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/9120219296065627812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2007/03/ladies-all-time-be-askin-me-coach-z-how.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-4693130761668091373</id><published>2007-02-25T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:12:12.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried this once recently but then my computer froze and I got mad.  Let's try it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got on mySpace. Yeah, that's pretty much why I haven't been here. I think I may have become an addict. I need an intervention. I'm stopping in to show the love, though. Here it is. A big, steaming pile of love. Dig in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-4693130761668091373?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/4693130761668091373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=4693130761668091373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/4693130761668091373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/4693130761668091373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-tried-this-once-recently-but-then-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-115186543290340824</id><published>2006-07-02T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:33:45.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't do the reading for my last assignment a day early, like I had semi-planned. I kinda figured I wouldn't, though, so it wasn't a shock. Now I have a few days before my next assignment is due. What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally had time for a good thought. What are "the dickens"? Have you ever wondered that? I mean, you hear them described all the time in all kinds of ways. From what I can gather, the dickens are hot, they sting, they're fast, they run, fly, bite, and do just about anything else you can think of, when it suits them. You may even have heard things referred to as a dickens.  Maybe you've heard someone call a puppy, a kitten, or even a small child a cute little dickens, meaning that a dickens can take on a form of their choosing.  That, however, does not answer the question: What are they?  It even raises more questions, like "What is their purpose?", "What do they want?", and "Why are they referred in both singular and plural forms as a dicken&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;?"  Like the age-old quandry of how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop, these are questions whose answers the world may never know.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I do know one thing; dickens are awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-115186543290340824?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/115186543290340824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=115186543290340824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115186543290340824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115186543290340824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-didnt-do-reading-for-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-115162009256789946</id><published>2006-06-29T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T17:28:12.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my assignment done and it was much easier than I expected.  I could have written more about the topic, actually, but...I didn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite having worked all day, today has been the best day I've had in a long time.  It's been a really good day.  Speaking of work, I thought I left my water jug at the job site, but I got back home and saw it there in the floor, so apparently I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna guess what I have to do by tomorrow.  No, not that.  I have another English assignment!  Man, some people.  You'd think you'd have learned by now.  Anyway, I'll probably do the reading tonight...at least part of it.  I'll do the writing/typing part tomorrow, if for no other reason, then for tradition.  I wouldn't want to get into the habit of doing assignments early.  That could be disastrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has just occurred to me.  How could my life sink to this level of boring?  I mean, I'm posting about English class and thinking I left my water jug at a job site and about posting about such things and about posting about posting about such things and now I'm in a would-be endless loop of saying "posting about", except that I'm ending it.  I grow weary of you.  Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-115162009256789946?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/115162009256789946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=115162009256789946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115162009256789946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115162009256789946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-got-my-assignment-done-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-115152916491452013</id><published>2006-06-28T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T16:12:44.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just checking my email and about 80% of the bulk crap was about genitalia and how to increase various dimensions of said subject. HOLY CRAP! I don't want those emails! How do they keep getting my email address? From each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am, posting on my blog when I should be doing that assignment I was talking about. I've read almost a chapter and haven't started on the writing part yet, which is basically a full paper. It's due today, but I have no aspirations of getting it done soon. I may fail this class, which would suck, what with the drop in my GPA and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's been eating a hot pocket at the computer.  They never threw away their wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to do my assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-115152916491452013?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/115152916491452013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=115152916491452013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115152916491452013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115152916491452013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-just-checking-my-email-and-about_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-115146515505713850</id><published>2006-06-27T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:25:55.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About that last assignment...I got it done, but I sent it in at about 12:35 am, so it's probably gonna be counted late...which it technically is.  Oh, well.  I'm nothing if I'm not a procrastinator and a hater of English.  I have another assignment due tomorrow.  I'm supposed to have read four chapters in my book, too.  I haven't started any of it.  Hope I get off work fairly early, because I'm starting at 7:00 am again.  I don't even know where I'm working or what I'm doing.  I should probably put some gas in the car, in case I have to go...well anywhere, really.  I hardly have anything in there.  It's almost to the point of running on fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I got so much crap running through my head right now it's not even funny.  I'm working two jobs, taking an online class, and I really gotta drop a deuce.  It's kinda hard to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was working yesterday, weed-eating a cemetery, and I discovered something.  You've never truly eaten weeds until you've had a twig embedded in your shin about a quarter inch.  I didn't realize it was even there until I ran out of gas and went to refill.  By that time, of course, the blood around it had dried and was holding it in there, far deeper than I had anticipated.  So I just left it there until I was done.  Actually, I left it there til I got home and got to show everybody.  To me it was like when a tornado blows a pencil through a telephone pole, except much less damage was done.  Getting back to the term "eaten weeds", what is the actual term to describe weed-eating in the past tense?  Weed-eated?  That sounds stupid.  Weed-ate?  Equally dumb.  And to say that you ate weeds gives people the wrong impression.  I'm not sure there is an acceptable term for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang on a minute.... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...Okay, I'm back from the bathroom and feeling about twenty pounds lighter.  I think before I gave in to the call of nature I had been thinking of something to say, but it escapes me now.  Whatever it was is no longer on the top of my head, since I made so much room down lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved a turtle from the road the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what they call writer's block.  I can't think of anything interesting to say.  I can't even think of any strange thoughts I've had recently.  My dream last night was wierd, but I can't even remember what that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go have some pie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-115146515505713850?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/115146515505713850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=115146515505713850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115146515505713850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115146515505713850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/06/about-that-last-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-115127619647181630</id><published>2006-06-25T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:56:36.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you'll venture on over to AfroRyan's blog, you'll find an interesting video starring some friends of mine (including AfroRyan) and some people I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...my online English class has started.  I missed the first assignment because apparently when I was looking around the site, the assignments tab is the one I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; check.  I must have checked every other tab, meaning to eventually get to the assignments, and then forgot to do it.  So my first assignment was two days late.  I have another one due tomorrow and I haven't really started on it yet.  I'm working, as far as I know, starting at 7:00 in the morning, too.  That doesn't leave me any time to get the stuff done in the morning like I usually do on the day the assignments are due.  I guess that means either I stop typing here on my blog and go do my assignment...or I do it tomorrow after work, which could be a lot of time or virtually none.  I'll probably do the bulk of it tomorrow.  I haven't posted here in a while, after all, and I know how much you've been waiting for an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being interrupted.  I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-115127619647181630?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/115127619647181630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=115127619647181630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115127619647181630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/115127619647181630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-youll-venture-on-over-to-afroryans.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-114858252142974646</id><published>2006-05-25T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T13:42:01.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you something I saw in my last post...I didn't see it in my last post, I forgot to tell you in my last post.  Anyway, the last update was on a Friday.  The night before I was at Ruby Tuesday...to eat.  As I was getting out of my vehicle, I witnessed a guy and a girl getting into a van through the side sliding door.  I also noticed they had a lot of stuff piled in the van, but that's beside the point.  When the girl got in, she laid down on the floor of the van.  Then the guy got in and also disappeared from sight (behind all the stuff piled in the van I told you about).  I can only assume, as I did not venture closer, that they were...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing it&lt;/span&gt;, right there in the Ruby Tuesday parking lot.  Although I don't know how much closer I could have gotten if I wanted to, given that we were parked right next to them.  That must have been some meal.  A note to anyone who wants to try this:  even if you have tinted windows, people can still see you when the dome light is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the business part of the broadcast.  Exam number three was certainly no breeze, but it wasn't nearly as bad...well, it was nearly as bad, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.  I don't know how I did on any of the exams, but they didn't knock my grades down much, if any.  I got an A and two B's, which isn't bad, given that one B was calculus and the other was supposedly the hardest course in the electrical part of my whole program.  So I'm happy with it.  Now I need to get my books ordered for the summer and fall semesters.  I mean, I've saved up a little money.  I can't keep it, that would be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever drink orange juice and then burp and it tastes a lot like orange juice, except a little more gross?  You know, because of the taste of stomach acid that comes with it?  Yeah.  That's not a good taste.  And usually there's that kinda sticky phlegm stuff that comes up in the back of your throat like that thick, sticky spit from when you drink lemonade.  That doesn't make it any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho...ly...crap.  I just saw some fat kid with the strangest looking mullet-type haircut walk by my window.  It was one of those mullets where the long hair in the back is only on about the middle 1/3 of the head.  I'm pretty sure he was retarded, too.  Not just for that haircut, either.  He was being led by some woman and was nearly surrounded by other retarded-looking people.  I know that sounds terrible, but you can usually tell when someone is retarded.  There are tell-tale signs, which I won't get into now, because I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess it's time to go get lunch and see what's on the tube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-114858252142974646?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/114858252142974646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=114858252142974646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114858252142974646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114858252142974646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-forgot-to-tell-you-something-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-114747884917259839</id><published>2006-05-12T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T19:07:29.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, my gosh!  It's been so long since I posted last!  So much has happened and so much of it I'm probably not going to end up telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got done taking my second of three final exams...actually it's been almost three hours, but who...other than me is counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam number one I may have failed miserably.  I don't really have a good feeling about it.  And what's more, we had to turn in lab write-ups for our power supply projects (mine works of course, since I'm totally awesome) and I totally just wrote a bunch of crap down that kinda looked like I knew what I was supposed to be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam number two, however, I think I did well on.  I was the fourth to last one done, but everybody was talking about how much they didn't know what they were doing and how the test was full of various excrements and so on, while I knew what I was doing on most of it.  The bad part of that class is the report we were supposed to turn in with our digital clock projects (again, mine works...awesome...you get the idea).  I really just put some specs of each of the chips in there as filler and was counting on the teacher just glancing over it and not really reading it.  She'll be reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I fail either class, it'll be solely because of my lack of writing prowess.  Man, I hate writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-114747884917259839?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/114747884917259839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=114747884917259839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114747884917259839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114747884917259839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-my-gosh-its-been-so-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-114150160846464620</id><published>2006-03-04T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:46:48.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'll post now.  Obviously, I still have some work to do on the picture situation.  Sorry about the words all being squished to one side.  Hopefully I won't do that again.  Our last basketball game was something new.  I'd have to put it this way.  We got our butts handed to us in paper sacks.  That's all there was to it.  We got spanked and sent to our rooms.  I kinda knew we weren't going to win that one.  It was the team we practiced against during the one practice we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever see a spider that looks like it's just floating there in the air, but it's actually hanging by a web line?  I just looked to see what my dogs are barking at and there it was, not more than two feet from my face.  Just a sec...I'm gonna let it outside...&lt;br /&gt;There ya go, ace.  That's what my great uncle used to say to spiders when he'd free them from some predicament, like not being able to get out of the sink.  Come to think of it, I guess he still says it, since he's not dead or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I might try and find a good movie to watch.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-114150160846464620?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/114150160846464620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=114150160846464620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114150160846464620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114150160846464620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-guess-ill-post-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-114080977995387887</id><published>2006-02-24T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T13:36:19.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/1600/wings1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/320/wings1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/1600/wings3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/320/wings3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/1600/wings9.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/320/wings9.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/1600/wings2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/320/wings2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/1600/wings8.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3839/1234/320/wings8.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success! I finally figured out how to post pictures! I didn't really do anything different from what I always tried to do, either.  I guess the "post picture" button really wasn't working.  I was beginning to think that I was just retarded and was missing something really simple.  Anyway, here are the pics from the hockey game I promised. These are from right down at the glass, as you can probably tell. Just look at them. Several awesome pictures of the glorious Red Wings, the best hockey team ever. These are, of course, during warm-up. Once the game started we had to go back to our seats, which were about twenty rows up. Not bad, but not close enough to get good pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-114080977995387887?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/114080977995387887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=114080977995387887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114080977995387887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114080977995387887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/02/success-i-finally-figured-out-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-114080604282466863</id><published>2006-02-24T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T12:34:02.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Situations at my residence have not been conducive to a good blog.  In other words, I've been too busy doin' stuff to check in here.  For the past two weeks my gramma has been visiting from Michigan.  During the first week our plumbing was in disarray.  Apparently, the drain that leads from the house to the sewer broke somewhere out in the yard due to a massive tree root or something of that nature, so the water was just stopping where the pipe met the dirt and root and such, meaning that flushed water had nowhere to go but into the floor.  After several attempts to fix the problem ourselves and days of pooping away from home, we realized we were not capable of repairing the damage.  So now our back yard is divided by a semi-filled-back-in trench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upside to my time away is that our basketball team has now won three total games.  If you'll recall, that's two more since the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, thoughts of spontaneity.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever farted in a bathroom with a good echo?  Last time I did it sounded almost musical.  You really ought to try it.  It's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-114080604282466863?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/114080604282466863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=114080604282466863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114080604282466863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/114080604282466863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/02/situations-at-my-residence-have-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-113944455211148659</id><published>2006-02-08T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:22:32.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basketball is teh suck.  We've only won one game so far.  Holy crap.  Suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well.  You'll enjoy this story.  So I'm sitting at the lunch table with some friends today at school.  I don't remember what we were talking about, but that's not important anyway.  One friend had six ketchup packets, each individually named, for some reason.  A girl at the far end of the table takes one of the packets and is playing with it.  --You probably know about where this is going by now.--  The majority of us are fairly deep in conversation at this point about video games or tv or something, when all of a sudden I see the girl at the far end of the table bring her hand down with great force into the ketchup packet she has placed on said table.  Before I have time to do more than start to raise my hands in defense, I see small droplets of ketchup hurtling toward my face with astounding speed, closely resembling the stars in that scene of Star Wars when the Millenium Falcon makes the jump to light speed...except red and semi-liquidy.  When it's over I slowly open my eyes, realizing what has just taken place, and look around to survey the damage.  Apparently I'm the one who has taken the overwhelming majority of the ketchup attack, as the rest of the table is now looking at me between glances at each other and laughing hysterically.  As I repeatedly ask for a napkin to begin undoing the damage that has been done, I can smell the strong odor of ketchup eminating from my face, jacket, and shirt.  So I wipe off all the ketchup I can find and eventually go about the rest of my day, occasionally stumbling across another little pocket of condiment I've overlooked.  When I get home and finally have time to take a good look in the mirror, I can see that some of my hair is a little matted together.  As I start to brush through it (knowing that a brush is much more suitable for detangling than a comb), I uncover several globs of dried ketchup hiding in the vicinity of my scalp.  My shower tonight will be extra thorough, as I'd rather not have a tomato-based dipping sauce setting up camp in the follicle forest that is my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-113944455211148659?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/113944455211148659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=113944455211148659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113944455211148659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113944455211148659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/02/basketball-is-teh-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-113837832940990155</id><published>2006-01-27T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T09:03:07.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? I found the camera. I basically put off posting again until I found it. I didn't want to disappoint you all by not having pictures. Unfortunately, the "add image" button doesn't seem to be working, so I can't post the pictures. I'll get them up eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the LivingStone site has been completely revamped. It's pretty awesome now. You can go hear samples of songs and see all our beautiful faces in wonderful, high-quality pictures. Just for your information, I'm the only available one in the whole band, so if you're looking for a band guy ladies, I'm the one to talk to. By the way, we didn't win the basketball game I was talking about. We didn't follow any of the patterns I had mapped out, either. We lost by the largest margin yet this season. We did win the next game, though...eventually. Anyway, I have work to do...so I'm gonna go. Until we do this thing that resembles meeting again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-113837832940990155?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/113837832940990155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=113837832940990155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113837832940990155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113837832940990155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-what-i-found-camera.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-113736839437113964</id><published>2006-01-15T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:39:54.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always seem to report news late, meaning that it isn't news anymore.  It's olds.  That reminds me.  Why do people say "old news"?  That would mean presents and everybody likes presents, but nobody likes old news.  Anyway, last Friday (meaning the Friday before the one two days ago) I went to a Red Wings [rock] hockey game in Nashville.  It was awesome.  We got pictures of some of the players during their warm-up from right by the glass.  Unfortunately, I can't find my camera at the moment to post them.  I'll try and find it by the next post to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like many other college students, go back to school Tuesday.  I don't want to go.  However, I must in order to achieve the ninth level of power or however that goes.  It is at this time that I will go and do things until it is sleep time and I sleep until I am not sleeping anymore.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-113736839437113964?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/113736839437113964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=113736839437113964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113736839437113964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113736839437113964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-always-seem-to-report-news-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-113627151184505993</id><published>2006-01-03T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T00:58:31.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever just sat and thought about a word and its origins?  I guess you wouldn't really have to be sitting.  You could stand or lie down...or find some other position to be in.  Well I was just doing so, sitting (sitting and lying down being my preferred thinking positions), and I thought to myself "The words 'header' and 'footer' are alot alike and have similar qualities and meanings, but 'butter' is completely unrelated".  And then there's Chester, which is even more different.  It's a name, for doing something out loud or for someone's sake.  Which brings me to another point.  Why are two very common phrases "For crying out loud" and "For Pete's sake"?  Why would somebody do anything for crying out loud?  Why would somebody do anything for crying at all?  Why does it have to be out loud?  What does it even mean to do something "for crying out loud"?  Could it be "for crying 'out loud'", as if to actually yell "OUT LOUD!"?  I don't understand.  It doesn't make any sense.  And then there's the other one.  Why would people do things for Pete's sake?  Who is Pete and why do I care about doing things for his sake?  Is it Peter the desciple?  That would make some sense, especially since two other phrases are the same except with "God" or "Christ" in place of Pete.  But then why did whoever started these phrases shorten it to Pete?  Did they do it in order to say fewer syllables or because they genuinely preferred the name Pete to Peter?  And who's to say it's about Pete at all?  Who's to say it's Pete and not peat, that swampy, grassy, mud stuff they seem to have an abundance of in Scotland?  How do we know we don't do things for peat's sake?  Who's to say?  Who's to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, for some reason, brings me to this point.  I imagine many or most of you have heard the joke "If quizzes are quizzical, what are tests?".  If you hadn't heard it before just then, I hope you enjoyed it.  But my question is just that.  What are tests?  Obviously the immediate answer is not the correct one, given its entirely different meaning.  I guess you could make up words to answer the question like testual, testular, or testitudinal, but that doesn't get you anywhere.  What is the correct word to describe tests?  The world may never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had another thought.  Where does the word "midget" come from?  If midgets are midgets, what are the rest of us?  Are we midges and "midget" was originally "midgette", a more petite and dainty version of a midge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll close with this.  Which do you think came first, "easy" or "e-z"?  In which case, why would someone use "e-z" to describe simple?  Could it be because "e-z" would be "a-z" minus "a-d", meaning a smaller number of things and thusly less effort required to do?  That makes a little sense if you think about it.  I better get to bed.  I have to get up early to get my brother to his early bird class, even though I'll still be on break for another couple of weeks and don't really have to get up for any other reason...except eating.  I'd get up for that.  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-113627151184505993?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/113627151184505993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=113627151184505993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113627151184505993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113627151184505993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-you-ever-just-sat-and-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-113340868351940952</id><published>2005-11-30T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:44:43.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hooray for me!  Starting today I'm 19 years old.  That's one more than 18.  What better way to celebrate than going to bed and not getting up until tomorrow, when I have school to go to for another day?  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-113340868351940952?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/113340868351940952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=113340868351940952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113340868351940952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113340868351940952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/11/hooray-for-me-starting-today-im-19.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-113228765449736782</id><published>2005-11-17T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:20:54.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got my tuition paid off for this semester. Thing is, I also signed up for next semester, meaning that now I have to come up with money to pay for that. I hate being moneyless. Classes are going well, though, so I can't complain too much. I also finished the job at my aunt and uncle's house. They had a couple additional little things for me to do, but they weren't too difficult. I have a new "job" now, though, creating powerpoint presentations for my mom's boss and I'm gonna have to teach him how to use it. I'm not a very good teacher. I'm not gonna like that part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a pretty big tornado scare 'round here. I was sitting in the middle of class, working on some lab when this lady walks into the room and starts talking about moving to the basement. I guess she didn't notice that she was already in the lowest part of the building. There were about forty or fifty refugees from upstairs out in the hallway just standing or sitting there. My class just kept on working on labs or joking about being blown away by tornadoes or looking out the windows at the sky, trying to spot a twister.  It was pretty cool.  Then on the way home I could hardly see anything for all the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have any other news other than I think I've run out of "goodbye" ideas.  I may come up with something later, but for now it's back to the basics.  Tomorrow's the last day of school before Thanksgiving break.  It's just a week, but I'll take it.  I can hardly wait.  Ttyl...no, I'm not gonna start using internet lingo.  I just couldn't bring myself to leave that there.  Well...I'm gonna leave it there, just not by itself.  Talk to you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-113228765449736782?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/113228765449736782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=113228765449736782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113228765449736782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/113228765449736782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-finally-got-my-tuition-paid-off-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112949731697528379</id><published>2005-10-16T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T16:15:16.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this email a little while back that I wish was real.  It said that some guy with my last name had died recently and that he didn't have any known living relatives, so the guy operating the will just found someone with the same last name to inherit his stuff.  I don't remember for sure, but I think the amount was $100 million.  If only it weren't a scam.  That would be awesome.  It would pay for all my college, a car, a house, a wife-no.  Not a wife.  That's just crazy talk.  But just think of all the things you could do with that kind of money.  No, that's depressing.  Let's not think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another money-related matter, I have to pay for the rest of this semester at college soon, but I think they messed up my bill.  They haven't acknowledged quite everything I've paid.  So I'll have to talk to the money people and straighten that out and then give them more money.  It's sickening how expensive this stuff is, and I'm going to a cheap college!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got back with my aunt and uncle about finishing that project.  I had completely forgotten about it.  There's not much left to do, though.  I just have to pour a bunch of gravel into the cracks between the patio blocks and break a few in half to put where they're needed.  I'll be glad when it's done.  It'll be one less thing on my mind.  If my mind were an animal, whatever it was would have a lot of arms.  Maybe it would be a big table.  It's not an animal, but you can put stuff on it.  Позже.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112949731697528379?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112949731697528379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112949731697528379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112949731697528379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112949731697528379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-this-email-little-while-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112838405363371979</id><published>2005-10-03T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:00:53.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>==WARNING!-INCOMING RANT==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangit!  Dangit!!  Dangit!!!  You hear all the time about how girls/women want to be taken seriously and don't want to be thought of as sexual objects, yet they continue to dress in a fashion that completely contradicts what they are saying.  They say "Don't look at me as just a sex toy" but then they wear very revealing clothing, making it nearly impossible to comply.  You can't have it both ways, ladies.  At the college I'm attending there are these girls (I'm pretty sure it's the volleyball team) that wear what I guess are called hot pants.  They're these skin-tight little short-shorts that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, and when I say nothing I mean nothing except perhaps colors.  Shape-wise you see everything.  I have to assume the girls know they're being oggled.  They'd have to be pretty dense not to anticipate and/or notice that.  If I were them I would at least wear something over it.  One time I was sitting in the cafeteria and one of these girls was standing there talking to a couple of her friends and she had either just been exercising or was overheated, because she had a noticeable trail of sweat running down the crack of her behind.  That was pretty funny.  But when nothing is going wrong with the clothing I have to say that it's frustrating as a guy to see this stuff and try to behave in a Christian manner.  And I'm not the only guy that feels this way.  Not by a long shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough venting.  I guess the photo shoot went pretty well.  I did have my picture taken by myself, which was surprising, since I'm just a sound guy.  I'm not really that important unless we're doing a show.  Have any of you ever known the name of a sound guy even from a famous band?  In all probability the answer is no.  That's okay, though.  I like being behind the scenes.  That way if something goes wrong people may blame the sound guy, but if I happen to wander off before they look back toward me, they don't know who exactly to blame.  They may just blame the guy closest to the sound board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we should have our second CD for sale at the gig we have scheduled for November 5th.  I'm so ready to start shelling out a new album.  People are probably gonna be a little disappointed though that the Cartoon Song isn't on it.  We didn't write it, though, and aren't ever gonna put it on any CD as far as I know.  Although we did get the rights to some songs we didn't write and put them on CDs, that one won't be on one.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the news for now.  Felipe, if you're reading, this one's for you.  Veja-o mais tarde.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112838405363371979?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112838405363371979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112838405363371979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112838405363371979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112838405363371979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/10/warning-incoming-rant-dangit-dangit.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112736330160458225</id><published>2005-09-21T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T23:28:21.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm in a band, right?  It's called LivingStone.  It's on the sidebar on your right.  We've been working on our second CD for a while now and musically it's done.  Now all that's left is the cover art and we're working on that.  In fact, tomorrow we're going to Edwardsville to get pictures taken for said cover art.  Me being just a lowly sound guy, I'm not going to have a picture dedicated to me, but I am going to be in some of the pictures.  Jealous?  I thought so.  I don't really mind not having a mug shot in the jacket, to tell you the truth.  I mean, I don't want my face getting "out there" where all the beautiful young ladies will see it and come flocking to me.  It would be embarrassing and honestly annoying.  I'd have to carry mace around so I could get away from them.  I'm not saying being world famous wouldn't be cool, but I'd rather not have girls yanking my hair out as souveneres.  I don't think I spelled that right, but I'll fix it later.  The bad thing about this is that it's gonna be a buzz trip.  When I get out of school tomorrow at around 3 and my dad get's home from work whenever, we're getting ready, zipping up there to do our thing, and coming back all in the same day.  That's a lot of driving for a few pictures.  It isn't gonna be much fun, trust me.  Oh, well.  That's the price of being a rock star.  It's getting late now, so I'm going to bed.  I have math to do in the morning before class.  Apparently goodbye in Norwegian is the same as here in the US.  But later isn't.  Senere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112736330160458225?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112736330160458225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112736330160458225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112736330160458225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112736330160458225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-im-in-band-right-its-called.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112689452687216332</id><published>2005-09-16T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T14:59:49.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry it's been so long. I've been kinda busy with college. I managed to acquire my dad's soldering iron and finally found a de-soldering tool. It seems kinda cheaply made, but it'll work. I have also secured both scholarships. One's only half of what I thought it was, but it's okay. It's still free money. I think my picture is gonna be in the paper for winning it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for some old news. Two Mondays ago I went rafting with my dad. The water level was pretty low, so we couldn't go everywhere we intended to go, but we had lots of fun and lots of sun, too. Anyway, rather than bore you with all the details like I did to those poor people on RvB, I'll just give you the highlights. Among the --hang on. My mom's home on her lunch break and she wants me to go put gas in her car. I'll be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, where was I?  Right.  Among the creatures we saw on the trip were a couple otters, blue herons, fish we believe were rainbow trout, a pantload of dragonflies, turtles, and little green frogs.  We couldn't get to Eagle Pond though, because, like I said the water level was pretty low.  Us being in a blow-up raft, it would not have been wise to try to maneuver through all the sticks and things that were sticking up out of the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Final Fantasy 7:  Advent Children three days ago and as I said on RvB wow, oh my gosh, and holy dang.  It was visually brilliant.  Brilliant, I tell you!  I'll not include any spoilers unless requested, in case some of you haven't seen it and want to.  I'd highly recommend it, especially if you're a FF7 fan to begin with, or even just a FF fan in general.  I know a guy that has never played FF7 and he loved the movie.  Granted he's a pretty hard-core gamer, but that really makes no nevermind to me.  Anyone who loves games or well-done digital cinema should really be ready to go see this movie when it's released in the US.  That's all for now.  I think I've run out of foreign goodbyes.  I won't be using French, just for your information.  I haven't forgotten it, I just don't like the French.  Nevermind.  I just got on a translation site and put in "Goodbye" for Russian.  Here it is.  До свидания.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112689452687216332?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112689452687216332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112689452687216332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112689452687216332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112689452687216332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112518563143105320</id><published>2005-08-27T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:33:51.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got another scholarship, apparently.  I also got these little cardboard things attached to some jeans I bought, saying I get free music downloads if I register my pants online.  I'm gonna check it out when I'm done posting.  I went out and got a lot of the things I needed for school, too.  I got  wire cutters/strippers/crimpers, pliers, a little screwdriver set, and a multimeter (It's an electrical class).  I already had the electrical tape I needed.  I'd been using it to tape up my socks so my shin guards didn't slip around and my socks didn't fall down while I was still playing soccer.  I could have come up with the wire tool, pliers, and screwdrivers between my dad and my grampa, but my mom insisted that I get some of my own.  It's like she has something agaist mooching off of people or something.  Weird.  I will be using my dad's soldering iron if we can find it and it's in good working condition.  Now all I need...I think, is a de-soldering tool.  I've gone to a few stores, but nobody has one.  Maybe Home Depot will have it.  I would think they would, since they really exist for tools and lumber and that kind of thing.  Maybe I'll apply for a job while I'm there.  I have a meeting about the scholarship I got from church Tuesday (Today's Saturday) after my first class.  There gonna be all "Here, take this money" and I'll be like "Oh, thanks.  I like money".  Anybody else like money?  Let me get a "HooHah Tuesday!" from all the people who like money.  Did you actually say it?  Sweet.  The band's playing in Cape again tomorrow.  We played last night in Cape at a cafe.  I wish I knew how to put the little accent mark above the e in cafe.  I knew for a very short period of time, but I forgot.  Anyway, tomorrow we're playing at a church down there.  I feel like a big-time famous band, going to Cape.  That's all I can think of to tell you now, so I'm gonna go register my pants and get free music downloads.  Hasta la vista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112518563143105320?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112518563143105320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112518563143105320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112518563143105320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112518563143105320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-got-another-scholarship-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112442106710941586</id><published>2005-08-18T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:11:07.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm officially a college guy now.  My first day I had two classes and on my first day I had homework in...two classes.  Dangit, that's what I hated about school the most!  That was always my downfall.  Not doing my homework.  That's life, though, I guess.  At least I made a new friend.  He works at the Federal Pennitentiary.  We found out in one of our classes that there's a bunch more stuff we need to buy and he bought some of it at the campus bookstore and let me and a friend of mine know how much it cost.  I hate spending money.  Another strike against college, cause you have to spend a lot.  I think I finally got my English class dropped, though, so that's good for me.  I also found out that I got a scholarship through my church!  That was some really good news!  It'll pay about enough for all the supplies I've had to get, including books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my first day of college I went back to my aunt and uncles house.  The work is almost done.  There are just a few touches to finish up, unless they decide they want me to dig out some more so I can fit in some more blocks.  I wouldn't put it past them, but I really hope they're fine with it the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the cool part of my day.  On my way from school to "the job site" I was almost there when I saw something crossing the road.  I slowed down when I first saw it, so I was still a ways off.  When I got closer I could see it was a little box turtle.  It was moving pretty fast for a turtle.  When I got almost to it I slammed my breaks.  Since I was already slowed down quite a bit, that wasn't really a big deal.  The road was wet, though, so I still skidded a little and even squealed.  Not me, my car.  When the tires squealed I guess it scared the turtle, because it stopped moving and pulled into its shell.  So I backed up a little and drove around it, up the driveway, and into a parking spot.  Then I ran back to the turtle, grabbed it between cars, and carried it back to the house.  I carried it to the back yard and set it down at the edge of the woods back there.  It stayed there and I walked away and started working.  I went back to check on it and it was gone, so I guess it's alright.  I may have saved the life of a turtle!  Steve Irwin is my hero.  That's enough for now, so Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112442106710941586?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112442106710941586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112442106710941586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112442106710941586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112442106710941586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-officially-college-guy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112405633246582107</id><published>2005-08-14T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T16:52:12.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought the band was gonna have practice yesterday and a gig today, but I was mistaken.  That's next weekend.  It's gonna be a real pain getting all the equipment out of the basement we've been practicing in.  Oh, right.  If you don't know what band I'm talking about click on the LivingStone link over there on the side.  My picture came from that site.  It is me, though.  I didn't just pic some random guy's picture and post it to make you believe it's me when it actually isn't.  That would be lying.  And lying is wrong.  I could put a more recent picture up there, but that would mean I'd have to go find one and scan it and other stuff, so I will if you want me to, but otherwise I'm just gonna leave this one up for a while.  What else do I have to say?  ......OH!  I found out what kind of bugs have been flying into the window.  They're bees.  Bumble bees, to be more exact.  That explains why the sound was kinda loud.  You know, they're big.  I found out when one ran into the window, but instead of turning around and flying the other direction it kept trying to fly through the window.  It hit it six or seven times before it quit and went away.  Needless to say, I got a pretty good look at it.  Well, I don't think there's anything else to report, so Arrivederci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112405633246582107?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112405633246582107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112405633246582107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112405633246582107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112405633246582107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-thought-band-was-gonna-have-practice.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112351903382113582</id><published>2005-08-08T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:37:13.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good news!  I haven't been having to help much in the bathroom.  Cool.  However, my neighbor has once again recruited me to do yard work.  I'm basically cleaning out a flower bed.  It's overgrown with grass and I'm fixing that.  It's not that big a deal, really.  It's actually fairly easy work.  And what's more, she only wants me to work on it in the mornings and evenings, when it's not so hot out.  It could be much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finished reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince four or five days ago, which would be no more than a week after I got it, but maybe less.  I just haven't posted because I didn't really have anything else to write about.  If you've heard that it has a sad ending...you heard right.  I won't go into detail unless you ask me to in a comment or otherwise contact me.  I don't want to spoil the book for anyone.  I can honestly say that I've never been quite this eager for the next installment.  Too bad this one just came out not long ago.  I have a long wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other other news, I had a pretty terrible night last night.  I went to bed a little early, since Futurama wasn't gonna come on.  So I'm laying in bed for about an hour and I think I had been asleep for a little while, when I start feeling this pain between my shoulders.  It's a muscle spasm that I get every now and then.  It really hurts.  Well, I tried to stretch it out a little for about ten minutes and it only got worse.  Then I got up and took a couple of muscle relaxers.  This was at about 11:40 pm.  About an hour and a half later I still hadn't gotten to sleep because of the pain so I decided to try and relax it with a hot bath.  This was at about 1:15 am.  After twenty or thirty minutes in there it felt a little better, so I got out and went to watch tv for a while.  At about 2:45 am I took another couple of muscle relaxers (you're supposed to take two of these every three hours while symptoms persist).  Then I went and watched a little more tv.  When I was finally really tired again I went to bed.  Last thing I remember it was 4:00 am.  When I woke up the pain was almost gone.  It's still here a little, but much, much better than it was.  I blame it on swimming yesterday.  Thanks a lot, AfroRyan, for making me go swimming with you.  I hope you see what you did.  Auf Wiedersehen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112351903382113582?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112351903382113582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112351903382113582' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112351903382113582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112351903382113582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-news-i-havent-been-having-to-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112258417399183038</id><published>2005-07-28T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T15:56:13.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, that's the longest I've been yet without posting.  I started feeling a little guilty for keeping my life to myself.  I mean, I know how much you need it.  You are here, after all.  Anyway, I was just mowing my grandma's lawn and I must have stepped in something, cause my cat has been sniffing my toes for five minutes.  I was wearing sandals, so whatever it was would have gotten all up in there.  She (my cat) even started licking one of my toes for a second.  It was wierd.  Dangit!  Whenever I'm sitting here at my computer these bugs keep flying into the window and they must be going pretty fast, because they make a pretty loud noise.  You'd think they'd be able to see the glass, now that it's all smeared with their comerads' guts.  Stupid bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just about done with the bathroom floor.  Next we work on the walls.  I'm not exactly sure what we're doing with the walls, but painting is part of it.  When we're done with everything else we have to bring in the claw-foot tub.  That thing is really heavy.  I'm not sure my dad and I are gonna get it up the stairs on the deck, much less all the way to the bathroom.  We may have to ask some friends to help.  If you're reading this AfroRyan, be ready.  You and your dad will probably be the first people we ask, just to warn you.  It'll be a while, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I posted this site on my RvB (Red vs. Blue) account, but I don't think anyone from there has visited.  If they have I don't think they particularly cared for it because nobody has said a thing.  Oh, well.  Different tastes for different...somethings.  I don't remember how that goes, except for the first part.  Actually, the only part I don't remember is the last word, so I did pretty good.  I don't have anything else to say.  Hasta luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112258417399183038?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112258417399183038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112258417399183038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112258417399183038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112258417399183038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow-thats-longest-ive-been-yet-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112197184687916154</id><published>2005-07-21T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T13:50:46.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My good friend, AfroRyan, author of my number one link, is going on vacation to Florida, so let's all wish him a safe trip and no shark attacks.  They're gonna be around the same area where that girl was killed by a shark not long ago, you know.  He's really just about the only person I know of that reads my blog, other than Vietnam War Hero, so if anyone else is reading this I would just like to say, "Good for you.  Oh, and thanks for reading."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got all the tax information I needed in to John A. (the college I'll be attending) and they moved my tuition due date back two months!  Hooray for me!  More time to try and find a job and earn some money that I won't be able to spend on anything cool or fun because I have to use it to pay for college!  Life's just grand, isn't it?  I'm gonna start saying "bye" or "see you later" in different languages for a while.  We'll see how long it lasts.  Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112197184687916154?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112197184687916154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112197184687916154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112197184687916154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112197184687916154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-good-friend-afroryan-author-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112157535289346538</id><published>2005-07-16T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T23:42:32.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, my, gosh!  We're a one bathroom family again.  There's almost always a bathroom off the master bedroom, right?  Well, the bottom of the shower in my parents' bathroom busted a while back, so every time they've taken a shower in there instead of the water going down the drain it went through the crack and under the tile into the wood underneath.  A little while of that has taken its toll.  All the wood in there has been rotted and the wood under the shower particularly has been reduced to the consistency of applesauce.  Believe me, I am not joking.  I had to shovel it into a trash bag today.  You would not believe the amount of mold that comes from a little water like that.  Most of it was under the floor boards.  It looked like the wood had come to life and sprouted white hair.  I've been the one doing most of the work in there for about a week since my dad has asthma and my brother is incompetent.  I've been the one cutting and tearing up the tile, ripping up the floor, tearing down the walls, bagging the moldy, wet trash, hauling it outside, and spraying any remaining mold with bleach so my dad could get in there and see what to do.  Meanwhile, my parents are setting up camp in the other bathroom.  Our-or more importantly, my-bathroom.  Besides all the junk that was in there to begin with, now every day I walk in there, my mom has added more of her crap to clutter up the place.  Why do women need so much stuff?  Now that the floor is mostly gone, we have to move pipes because my mom wants to redecorate and move stuff around, and since we're moving pipes, we also have to solder them together (not an easy task).  I think we turned the water off five times today.  The first time was to do all the main work.  The other four were to check whether we had caught all the leaks and fixed them.  I guess we eventually got it done, but boy, was it a pain in my butt?  Yes, yes it was.  Crap.  I just looked over and I think my plant's dying again.  Better water it.  Thank goodness the water's working now.  I can get a shower and water my plant.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112157535289346538?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112157535289346538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112157535289346538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112157535289346538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112157535289346538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-gosh-were-one-bathroom-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112147453567313160</id><published>2005-07-15T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:42:15.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would you look at that?  Two days since my last post.  Bet that's the last time you thought I would post.  Already getting the jump on you, aren't I?  I can't stop!  I was working at my aunt and uncle's again and you know what I saw?  You guessed it.  More big bugs.  They were the two biggest centipedes I have ever seen.  They were every bit of three inches long and the body alone (without including the legs) was half a centimeter wide.  Bright orange, really cool.  I also saw the biggest woolly worm I've ever seen.  It must be something about living in the middle of the woods.  They always have the biggest bugs.  It's like being in the Amazon!  Don't you wish you could get this excited by bugs?  One winter I was at their house and eight or nine non-reign deer came right up to the house.  It was like Santa's crew was on vacation or something except, like I said, they were non-reign deer.  Just regular deer.  Non-reign.  HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112147453567313160?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112147453567313160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112147453567313160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112147453567313160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112147453567313160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/would-you-look-at-that-two-days-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112129782317392385</id><published>2005-07-13T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:37:03.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you can see, I've given up posting every two days.  Partly because I forgot and the other partly because I was tired of doing it.  There was just too much pressure to perform.  You can't cage this bird.  I have to be free to create.  Anyway, I've been ripping the floor and walls out of a bathroom for the past couple of days.  There's mold in there.  The shower broke and started leaking.  It got smelly.  Now I'm fixing it.  So...what's new?  Know any good jokes?  No time.  I have to go pick up my stupid retard-I mean brother-I mean retard.  You better be ready for the next post.  You don't know when or where it's gonna strike.  Well, you know where, but you don't know when.  You have to be on your toes from now on.  Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112129782317392385?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112129782317392385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112129782317392385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112129782317392385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112129782317392385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/as-you-can-see-ive-given-up-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112096068613336300</id><published>2005-07-09T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T20:58:06.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, yeah.  Right.  About the joke...I forgot it.  Sorry.  You'll never hear the funniest joke in the world now.  But that's okay.  there are more important things in life, like what happened in my life yesterday.  You know how I've been working at my aunt and uncle's house?  Well, I was yesterday and there are these little reptilian creatures running around the property.  My uncle seems to think they're skinks, which as I understand it aren't lizards, but are very closely related.  I'm not sure if that's correct, as I've been too lazy to look it up.  Anyway, I was pushing the wheelbarrow to go get more rock and saw one of the little critters darting around on the ground.  I noticed it because it was bright blue with a couple of yellow stripes down its back and there isn't much grass where he was.  I immediately stopped and tried to catch him.  He must have been a very young one because about a week earlier I had seen one about six times his size.  When I was trying to catch him he ran up next to my boot.  I went for him again and he crawled up my boot onto my leg.  When I reached for him again he crawled down into my boot.  Then I had to be careful because I didn't want to move wrong and smash him.  So I just sat there for about five minutes and started tapping on my boot trying to coax him out.  He came up just enough so I could see his head and the tips of his front feet.  That was really cute 'cause he was so small.  I finally got him out of my boot and tried one more time to catch him, but he suddenly disappeared.  He was so fast I didn't see where he went.  Later that day I saw the biggest dragonfly I have ever seen in my entire life.  It must have been four or five inches long with about that same length wingspan.  It was army green and black.  The skink obviously transformed into a dragonfly and got a paint job.  He missed me so much that he came to see me.  Must be my animal magnetism.  It's a gift and a curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112096068613336300?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112096068613336300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112096068613336300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112096068613336300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112096068613336300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112078191060110928</id><published>2005-07-07T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T19:18:30.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!  Oh, I just heard the funniest joke!  That's what I was laughing about.  Here it is.  It goes...wait.  I've taken up too much room laughing already.  Sorry, the joke will have to wait till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112078191060110928?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112078191060110928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112078191060110928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112078191060110928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112078191060110928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112059720837477583</id><published>2005-07-05T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T16:00:08.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has recently occurred to me that I haven't yet really told you anything about myself in a post.  So I'll give you some stuff that isn't in the profile on your right and maybe some that is.  My name's Andrew Elston.  I live in Southern Illinois.  I like playing video games and watching t.v.  I also play (or played) soccer and church league basketball.  The only soccer I might still play is at this indoor place.  It's a much smaller field, so there are only four people plus goalies per team.  It's a lot faster-paced than regular soccer and even when I'm in shape it makes me really tired.  I might play basketball again, but I'm not sure.  If I had a picture of myself I'd put it in right about here, but I don't, so I can't.  There are a couple pictures on the LivingStone site.  They're a couple of years old now, but it still looks like me.  I have cut my beautiful hair, though.  I'll get a pic up sometime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my 4th of July was a bust.  First of all, it started raining really hard about the middle of the day.  And then, here we are, two hours early just to get a parking spot, me with nothing to do but pick my nose or something, and when it gets closer to time for the show to start, somebody pulls up beside us and tells us their not gonna do the fireworks until tomorrow, which would make it today (or tonight).  It kinda defeats the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; of July thing, having it on the fifth.  It wasn't really that important.  I just thought it might make some decent post material.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112059720837477583?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112059720837477583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112059720837477583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112059720837477583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112059720837477583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-has-recently-occurred-to-me-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112042577876252525</id><published>2005-07-03T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T16:22:58.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am, sitting at my computer...again.  I know it's been two days, but I really don't feel like posting today.  I mean, why?  I have so many other-better-things to do than write to you people all the time.  Tomorrow's the 4th of July and I need to figure out what, if anything, I'm doing to celebrate.  I don't think we even bought fireworks this year.  That's a little bit of a let-down, isn't it?  Whoever heard of a 4th of July without fireworks?  Well, now you all have, that's who.  Did I blind-side you with that one?  Don't lie.  I think you guys are giving me gas.  Of course, it could be because I need to take a dump.  Having said that, I don't think I'm gonna post today.  I'm sorry, but you can't have everything you want.  I know it hurts, but I'll be back, posting with all my familiar greatness...probably in about two days.  Cya...well, I can't really say that, because I obviously will not see you.  More like "communicate-to-you-via-this-blog later".  Yeah, that's better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112042577876252525?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112042577876252525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112042577876252525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112042577876252525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112042577876252525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/here-i-am-sitting-at-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112027412088091783</id><published>2005-07-01T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:15:20.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I simply couldn't go to bed without having posted.  I probably would have been up all night.  The visitation and funeral the other day both went off without a hitch.  The service was particularly nice.  There were so many people at the visitation that it had to be stopped for the service and it resumed afterward.  I also got my scholarship essay written and everything sent in-on time, even.  It's been a pretty good couple of days.  I finally got the supplies I needed to resume work at my aunt and uncle's house and did so.  It was apparently not as hot as it has been, but it was by no means cool, or even pleasant, until long after I was done for the day and had spent two and a half hours in their pool.  Now what I need to do is get my scheduled english class moved to the summer after my first semester at college.  That way, not only will I no longer have nineteen credit hours in my first semester, but I'll have to write fewer papers.  What a deal!  A student's work is never done.  I feel like maybe attempting to write a poem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112027412088091783?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112027412088091783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112027412088091783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112027412088091783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112027412088091783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-simply-couldnt-go-to-bed-without.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-112005823216880479</id><published>2005-06-29T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T10:17:12.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's next time.  This will be my solemn post of the month.  A friend of mine died in a car wreck two days ago.  Last night our youth group had a service for him.  It was pretty nice.  We sang some worship songs and since we know he was saved, it didn't have to be all tears.  We praised God for the life he lived, even though it was relatively short.  He was sixteen when he died.  When they rebuilt the scene or whatever they do, they concluded that something-probably an animal-ran out into the road and he tried to swerve to miss it and he hit a tree.  The visitation and funeral service are both tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not dwell on that, so out of left field comes the fact that I have today and tomorrow to get a scholarship sent in that, knowing my luck, I won't get anyway.  What joyous days are these!  I've actually known about it for a few months and I've gotten it started, but I am a procrastinator.  I do most of my...work under pressure at the last minute.  Boy, I hope I get this scholarship.  If not, I may have to start begging you people for money...not a bad id-...and that's just rude.  I really need a job.  CRAP!  I hate stuff!  Until next time.  Wait, I don't want to start putting the same phrase at the end of every post.  So...Until we text again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-112005823216880479?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/112005823216880479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=112005823216880479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112005823216880479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/112005823216880479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-next-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-111990313913199208</id><published>2005-06-27T14:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T15:12:19.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized that I never posted about graduation.  It's been a month or so now, so since I wasn't blogging yet.  I guess that explains why I never posted about it.  It's about freakin time!  (that I graduated, I mean)  That's not to say that I've been in high school for an abnormally long period of time.  I've just been in the normal four years.  I'M NOT STUPID!!  Uh...It just feels really good to be out.  Now I need to find a job.  I've applied to four places, but no responses yet.  That's the way it goes I guess.  It appears that I've posted every two days since I started.  That's a pretty good pace, I think.  Maybe a little fast, so we'll see how long it lasts.  Hehe...that rhymed.  Cool.  Dangit, my dog's buggin me.  She must want something.  I'm gonna go try and figure out what it is.  Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-111990313913199208?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/111990313913199208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=111990313913199208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111990313913199208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111990313913199208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-realized-that-i-never-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-111971253118950444</id><published>2005-06-25T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T10:15:31.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll notice...I hope...that I put a link to my friend AfroRyan's blog instead of Google News.  I figure everyone knows about Google and can find it on their own...unless they're completely retarded, and his blog is a much better waste of time than anything you're gonna find on Google anyway.  He's a little farther along with his blog.  *in a whisper*He has pictures.*end whisper*  So have fun.  In the meantime I'll try to find something else to write about.  You probably don't want to hear about how I'm just about to go eat breakfast...so...bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-111971253118950444?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/111971253118950444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=111971253118950444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111971253118950444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111971253118950444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/06/youll-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-111958116437028323</id><published>2005-06-23T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:46:04.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm trying to change that last link on the sidebar there to a web comic I like to read to increase the enjoyment of my beloved readers, but there appears to be a problem with the site at the moment.  So, you can just continue to read about help topics for now and laugh at them if you wish as if you were reading the comic.  It's just not the same.  On a completely unrelated note, I saw the new Batman movie a week ago tomorrow.  It was truly very good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't want to know anything about the movie because you haven't seen it yet, stop reading now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few questions about the storyline, especially concerning who shot his parents.  I've always thought it was the Joker, but that may be only because that's the way it was shown in the other movie.  It's also the first I've heard of Bruce Wayne spending time in prison just for the heck of it.  I never knew anything about the ninjas and his training, but I also never saw anything that ever addressed how he got to be such a good fighter.  So, that could be an original idea that I've just never heard explained.  Anyway, it was a really good movie.  I would definitely recommend it.  I finally have a real post.  Aren't you proud?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-111958116437028323?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/111958116437028323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=111958116437028323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111958116437028323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111958116437028323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-im-trying-to-change-that-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13850231.post-111938239822201490</id><published>2005-06-21T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T14:33:18.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, a blog doesn't look like much without something written on it.  So, here's the first post.  Nothing much, just something to fill up space so the page doesn't look quite so empty.  Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah.  There, that ought to do it.  I'll probably delete this anyway after I get something interesting to write about.  Until then, this is it.  Ha!&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13850231-111938239822201490?l=boredom-reading.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/feeds/111938239822201490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13850231&amp;postID=111938239822201490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111938239822201490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13850231/posts/default/111938239822201490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://boredom-reading.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-blog-doesnt-look-like-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11071938653363830844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b322/Captain_Jack888/P1000711.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
