<?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-3403664870361654013</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:48:03.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets see how long this last...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-4634568619847917575</id><published>2009-03-24T23:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:06:29.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disgustingly appealing?</title><content type='html'>My friend emailed me this ridiculous site. Omg the stuff in here is too much.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant stop clicking next.&lt;br /&gt;http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awesome site address btw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and ditto to Tranette's post about the movie adaptation of Where The Wild Things Are.&lt;br /&gt;That movie is gonna pwn hardcore, and creep me out. Just like the book did. I want to look for that old book now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-4634568619847917575?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/4634568619847917575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/03/disgustingly-appealing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4634568619847917575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4634568619847917575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/03/disgustingly-appealing.html' title='Disgustingly appealing?'/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-7457752641954001121</id><published>2009-03-05T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T16:59:18.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta let this shit out somewhere, and I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what this site is for eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension in my household is on the verge of epic explosions. Very scary really. Today hearing my father, the most calm patient man I know (and that has rubbed on me), swore my mother and left me alone at the lunch table today. It was kinda funny but more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ughful&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think they will ever break up. But the atmosphere is upsetting. For example, I didn't do anything and nothing was aimed my way (this time) but I felt like something was extremely wrong and I got out the house asap. This year+ of dealing with my mother's depressed state is really starting to effect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; actions and emotions. We are all getting less and less tolerable with each other it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back was a good and bad thing. But hopefully it will all work out in the end. Just a tad bummed out at the moment over the recent interactions. Not feeling comfortable at home is the worse. I plan to move out soon, at least by summer. Most likely taking that new open spot in mike and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sarah's&lt;/span&gt; apt. But also don't want to leave when things are at such an array. I feel like there's not much I can do though. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bleh&lt;/span&gt;, I say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bleh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-7457752641954001121?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/7457752641954001121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotta-let-this-shit-out-somewhere-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/7457752641954001121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/7457752641954001121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/03/gotta-let-this-shit-out-somewhere-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-5943224621721186382</id><published>2009-03-04T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:07:32.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indulger is I</title><content type='html'>I miss lazy days. I took these pics a couple of weeks ago. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around relaxing (awesome boots cameo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/Sa7QaSH8MhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xSOblwnam6Y/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/Sa7QaSH8MhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xSOblwnam6Y/s320/DSC00261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309410160676712978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to shit like Creep by Radiohead and my adorable dog curled up next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/Sa7QiDIuFJI/AAAAAAAAACE/IFtABbAilJk/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/Sa7QiDIuFJI/AAAAAAAAACE/IFtABbAilJk/s320/DSC00256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309410294092403858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my dog pwns yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh I've been to busy with everything else to actually have one full day like this.&lt;br /&gt;Tis the life my friends. Tis the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-5943224621721186382?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/5943224621721186382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/03/indulger-is-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/5943224621721186382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/5943224621721186382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/03/indulger-is-i.html' title='Indulger is I'/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/Sa7QaSH8MhI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xSOblwnam6Y/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-6704719347178250398</id><published>2009-02-21T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T21:53:58.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's been a while....&lt;br /&gt;I think God is trying to censor me. I've been trying to post a new blog for about a week now but something always comes up. Sounds like a lame excuse but whateva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from Madea. That movie was hilarious, as expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh a lot has happened since the last post.... Hmm Valentines day was good for the first time in a long long time. Tranette is wonderful (even though she is so forcing me to post this right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parent's have been having a tough time lately and I'm trying to help where I can but I feel powerless at times. And sometimes they are upset because of me so that doesn't help. Eh its the only downer I have these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to figure out what I am doing this Fall. Mike was finally feeling deadset on having a clean start once his money came in from tax returns to pay off his debts, but I think he was just hit with another one out of nowhere. Hope that shit pans out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently distracted by the amazing kitties on the cover of some We Are The Scientists cd.&lt;br /&gt;So meh this is enough for now. Kitties!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-6704719347178250398?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/6704719347178250398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/6704719347178250398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/6704719347178250398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-85171870762670347</id><published>2009-02-09T11:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:51:02.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well looks like I made it a whole month. Surprising really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is good! gonna be in the 40-50s all week. fuckin shweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's more to update on but I am busy today so meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-85171870762670347?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/85171870762670347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-looks-like-i-made-it-whole-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/85171870762670347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/85171870762670347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-looks-like-i-made-it-whole-month.html' title=''/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-8891316605362923291</id><published>2009-01-31T11:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:10:31.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to look forward to</title><content type='html'>I am going to join a gym next week. The pain ahead of me is going to...well hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But I've been dying to join one and finally I get to for free.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; actually, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been dying to join one for free. My sister is suppose to be going with me. My dad sometimes as well. I've been out of shape for awhile now, my most routinely act of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; is climbing the hill of doom that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tranette's&lt;/span&gt; street. I never thought I'd be so excited about joining a gym. Things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today if people don't cancel on us, Tranette, her friend, myself and possibly my sister are suppose to chill in the city. Possibly bumpage into Mike. Things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Mike. When we last spoke we touched on a few things about our future, which has been our center of talk between us lately. We have the issue of Jack of all trades, master of none. Concentrating on one skill and mastering it is our task, well mainly figuring out what that exact 'skill' will be is more our task. I want to keep in mind something that will make me happy, or at least tolerable, but we have to get the ball rolling and I'm willing to go out on a limb and try out anything. It's cool, this new 'motivate the other' transition we are trying. Things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only downhill: my job has been pissing me off. I guess I shouldn't take it for granted but not being sure when I will be getting out everyday can be a pain to plan around. Le sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-8891316605362923291?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/8891316605362923291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-look-forward-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/8891316605362923291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/8891316605362923291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-to-look-forward-to.html' title='Things to look forward to'/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-3264681036127898739</id><published>2009-01-27T00:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:18:25.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Sneezes May Come</title><content type='html'>Being sick blows. I don't get to go see my girlfriend (well not today anyway). I can't stop my nose's rampage. I still have to work and be outside in the freaking cold. I wish I was a kid and can just stay home and have someone else get me the homework. (Like i would do it anyway..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news! It's going to snow again.......................a lot.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-3264681036127898739?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/3264681036127898739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-sneezes-may-come.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/3264681036127898739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/3264681036127898739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-sneezes-may-come.html' title='What Sneezes May Come'/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-8534533781996113016</id><published>2009-01-23T15:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:01:10.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had an awesome time with Michael yesterday. Discussing our ambitions and lack of progress with them. Which probably seems depressing but our ultimate decision was to motivate each other to setting goals and attempting to fulfill them. Using the fear we've always had of letting the other down might just be what we need to get out of this "funk" we both have succumbed to. It's good to have someone who has your back always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up retarded early to do laundry cus my father is gross sick and my mom burnt her hands last night. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today that I still haven't gotten a christmas gift for my cousin, my stupid "secret santa" thing. Eh I am a horrible person. I might find something today for him I guess. Such a foolish concept, buying gifts to a random person you don't know all too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm excited about tonight, good times with Tranette, Zanida and Jeremy. Things will go amazing, I promise you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-8534533781996113016?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/8534533781996113016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-awesome-time-with-michael-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/8534533781996113016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/8534533781996113016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/had-awesome-time-with-michael-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-2156167624021761940</id><published>2009-01-21T02:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:52:15.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So this Obama thing has gone too extreme for me. I mean I was getting used to every store having at least one Obama t-shirt and calender somewhere, but watching that stuff today, and seeing how the crowd was so manic, I have to say its scary. I mean its almost like he's the new Jesus Christ. They were cheering his name and apparently new catchphrase (Yes we can) like if he was some WWE wrestler. And what was that ballroom dancing crap with his wife? haha they looked awkward but it was kinda cute. I am the farthest thing from racist (I bet not saying Obama is the new messiah makes me racist now though?..) but man, what I caught of that "ball" thing afterward was hilarious. Mary J. Blige, Nick Cannon (wtf), Will.I.am., and Maroon 5 (They are so black) performing just was too much to handle, funny stuff. I hope he lives up to all this hype. I really hope he can. (Insert here: Yes we can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to see Tranette again today (twice in a row...bliss). Tomorrow I am meeting up with Mike at some point to catch up and evaluate our lives. He truly is someone I can confide my all with; Only few people fit in that category. Then its Palisades on Friday. This week pwns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, it is freaking late, I am exhausted and need to sleep. Just came home from yet another amazing night with Tranette. Sigh. Leaving her side is one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-2156167624021761940?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/2156167624021761940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-obama-thing-has-gone-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/2156167624021761940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/2156167624021761940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-this-obama-thing-has-gone-too.html' title=''/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-4111843748435149558</id><published>2009-01-20T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:05:41.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need good cereal badly. All we have is some All-Bran shit and less than a bowl amount of Frosted Flakes. Depressing. I don't even know which one I want now, but anything awesome will do. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theres a bunch of clothes I want from GQ. I don't even know why I read that magazine, all their stuff is too expensive, but damned awesome. Like this amazing soft plaid suit. Barely can see the plaid but it looks awesome. Probably was 500 bucks or some shit. Sigh, I sound like a girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-4111843748435149558?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/4111843748435149558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-good-cereal-badly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4111843748435149558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4111843748435149558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-good-cereal-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-4339139354253367650</id><published>2009-01-14T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:21:46.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the future, the future. Your grandkids will be smoking this.</title><content type='html'>I seriously need to get my life on track. I have no idea what I want to do in the future, but the future is getting closer and closer. In 5 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; gonna be like 30. Ugh. My father used to pressure me so much on figuring out a goal, a career early so I can work on it while I'm young. Clearly I've listened -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I haven't been trying, just probably not trying hard enough. Every time I get an idea it all goes to the waste side. Math teacher, computer programmer, artist, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;videogame&lt;/span&gt; designer, music producer, landscape architect. I get to a point where it just dies, the drive to want something. I don't know whats wrong with me but this is getting out of hand and I think I have to take a stand somewhere. So I've been thinking on getting my head straight by the summer. By then whatever it is my insane mind decides at the moment might be a desired career, I'm going to take classes in the fall for it. If its a bust, oh well, at least I tried and can move on. I am at the point where sitting around in these jobs of no future and just trying to figure it out on my own isn't going to work. If I at least get my foot in something, and it does or doesn't work out, I can live with that and keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to my friend today has gotten me in a weird mood where I am excited a little about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt; of trying this out and also bummed about my sad wasted past. Sigh. Taking action is the best course I guess. Hope I don't change my mind. This year I am trying my best to concentrate on things that I usually would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;procrastinate&lt;/span&gt; over. I am the essence of Sloth, deadliest of sins. (actually its Pride &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-4339139354253367650?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/4339139354253367650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-future-future-your-grandkids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4339139354253367650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4339139354253367650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-future-future-your-grandkids.html' title='This is the future, the future. Your grandkids will be smoking this.'/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-4107278780596740085</id><published>2009-01-13T13:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:34:37.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just recently found a cord  lying around that connects my phone with the computer. Interesting pics I have on here that I've forgotten (some on purpose &gt;.&gt;). Figured I'd abuse this new power any chance I can get. Until I'm bored with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzap0q1AUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NvAKYA_SmM4/s1600-h/Assholelan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzap0q1AUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NvAKYA_SmM4/s320/Assholelan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290844074301260098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres Aslan. Yeah he's an ass but we love him for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzcluwx2FI/AAAAAAAAABY/eUEbzaqH8Ys/s1600-h/DSC000500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzcluwx2FI/AAAAAAAAABY/eUEbzaqH8Ys/s320/DSC000500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290846203019384914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mike with Hedkayce (satan's dog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzd_RPUJ6I/AAAAAAAAABo/JOAGlWuLJTk/s1600-h/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzd_RPUJ6I/AAAAAAAAABo/JOAGlWuLJTk/s320/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290847741282625442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express this awesomeness. I want to live in this building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzdXPIVNnI/AAAAAAAAABg/iTRWzcwjIxA/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzdXPIVNnI/AAAAAAAAABg/iTRWzcwjIxA/s320/DSC00128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290847053521696370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you shall be overwhelmed with the cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a bunch more weirdness on here but this post is getting way too big. Meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-4107278780596740085?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/4107278780596740085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-recently-found-cord-lying-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4107278780596740085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/4107278780596740085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-recently-found-cord-lying-around.html' title=''/><author><name>R. A. D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15103998900925938939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWuaVAmtkzI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Rw6Phq7M3tM/S220/DSC00185.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Z5WYYhILxFc/SWzap0q1AUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NvAKYA_SmM4/s72-c/Assholelan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3403664870361654013.post-815726808834849800</id><published>2009-01-12T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:33:25.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year. New Attempt.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. This will be officially my third attempt at keeping a blog on this site (haha). Yeah I suck but whatevs. Aslan, Tranette and others all have one so why not try again? Seems the cool kids all do it. My main issue is I get too bored. Like when I used to try those MMO games. It's cool the first few times but I either forget or don't feel like updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I now? Scratchy growing beard, groggy eyed, restless but not insomniaishly and excited/worried/not that worried about today. Laying on my bed not sleeping, albeit comfortable, evidently blows. Too much on my mind. Also I can't find my chapstick which bums me out. But overall I am too freaking happy, like only-in-the-movies/vomit-inducing happy. I promise not to overly flood this entire blog with lovey dovey stuff but it may pop up once in awhile. You've been warned. Meh I have a busy day and if I don't start my errands soon I may miss an important train. So enough for now but hey, the first few blogs I've ever done have been awesome though not lasting. So at least you might get just a few entries that are cool, or maybe I can stick this one out. Up to the gods. *shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3403664870361654013-815726808834849800?l=richardad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/feeds/815726808834849800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-attempt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/815726808834849800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3403664870361654013/posts/default/815726808834849800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://richardad.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-attempt.html' title='New Year. New Attempt.'/><author><name>R. A. 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