<?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-8813947107463984250</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:21:11.853-04:00</updated><category term='Something From Somewhere'/><category term='Explosions of Written Proportions'/><category term='Things of Musical Interest'/><category term='I&apos;m a Nerd'/><category term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>sushi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-939010788384758872</id><published>2010-01-26T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T01:45:14.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of The Day</title><content type='html'>A: I miss those days&lt;br /&gt;B: Word. Grade Nine was so much simpler.&lt;br /&gt;A: I  know. Then, BOOM! Reality check.&lt;br /&gt;B: Nope, more like chicks came in  and ruined it&lt;br /&gt;A: Yeah, that too&lt;br /&gt;- everyone bursts out laughing -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-939010788384758872?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/939010788384758872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/939010788384758872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/939010788384758872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of The Day'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-2239027921285190256</id><published>2010-01-24T19:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T19:37:11.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truer Words Have Never Been Spoken</title><content type='html'>Found this on someone's &lt;a href="http://juliestagis.wordpress.com/2009/08/20/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt; blog. Title pretty much says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts from people our age…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.&lt;br /&gt;2. More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can  think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell  my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you  realize you’re wrong.&lt;br /&gt;4. I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to  have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and  sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re  going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be  going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the  direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check  your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself  to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by  randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;6. That’s enough, Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;7. I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was  younger.&lt;br /&gt;8. Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know”  feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not  to be friends with?&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t  work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically  fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know  how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or  FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.&lt;br /&gt;10. There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and  suddenly realize I had no idea what the f was going on when I first saw  it.&lt;br /&gt;12. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually  becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90  minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at  the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a  millisecond earlier) to prove that I’m still the only one who really,  really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;13. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;14. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand  than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;15. I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear  your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;16. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to  finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;17. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the  spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;18. Was learning cursive really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;19. Lol has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else  to say”.&lt;br /&gt;20. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and  hunger.&lt;br /&gt;21. Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron  test is absolutely petrifying.&lt;br /&gt;22. My brother’s Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads.  Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired  about the name. He explained, “Cuz we beat you, and you hate us.”  Classy, bro.&lt;br /&gt;23. Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”,  all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.&lt;br /&gt;24. How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod  and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;25. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up  to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;26. Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’  examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete  idiot. Today I had to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said  “Yes that’s G as in…(10 second lapse)..ummm…Goonies”&lt;br /&gt;27. What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow  each other?&lt;br /&gt;28. While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and  instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;29. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I  know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;30. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the  person died.&lt;br /&gt;31. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the  shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;32. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get  dirty, and you can wear them forever.&lt;br /&gt;33. I would like to officially coin the phrase ‘catching the swine flu’  to be used as a way to make fun of a friend for hooking up with an  overweight woman. Example: “Dave caught the swine flu last night.”&lt;br /&gt;34. I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;35. Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;36. Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their  profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got  the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I  do!&lt;br /&gt;37. Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp;amp; sluttier  every year?&lt;br /&gt;38. If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring  would probably just be completely invisible.&lt;br /&gt;39. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go  around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly  nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a  problem….&lt;br /&gt;40. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work  when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything  productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;41. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t  want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;42. There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are  going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;43. I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me  if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I  swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;44. “Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this  ever.&lt;br /&gt;45. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people  watching TV.. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they  judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching  this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the  room. Will we still be friends after this?’&lt;br /&gt;46. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?  Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes  to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and  run away?&lt;br /&gt;47. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not  seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;48. When I meet a new girl, I’m terrified of mentioning something she  hasn’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet  stalking.&lt;br /&gt;49. I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle,  then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;50. Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising  speed for pedophiles…&lt;br /&gt;51. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers,  but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;52. Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still  not know what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;53. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;54. I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to  answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;55. Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do  to with it.&lt;br /&gt;56. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car  keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey  – but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3  feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…&lt;br /&gt;57. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day “Dad what would  happen if you ran over a ninja?” How the hell do I respond to that?&lt;br /&gt;58. It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and  the link takes me to a video instead of text.&lt;br /&gt;59. I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they  drive behind obeys the speed limit.&lt;br /&gt;60. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;br /&gt;61. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or  Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.&lt;br /&gt;62. The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw  they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words,  someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about  it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to  require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself.  There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-2239027921285190256?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2239027921285190256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2010/01/truer-words-have-never-been-spoken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2239027921285190256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2239027921285190256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2010/01/truer-words-have-never-been-spoken.html' title='Truer Words Have Never Been Spoken'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-2515838213902196935</id><published>2010-01-02T16:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:22:51.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow I knew that I'd be back here&lt;br /&gt;Back where all of this started, &lt;br /&gt;because I was wrong, again.&lt;br /&gt;I should've known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the story of our lives all over again&lt;br /&gt;except the chance for a redemption,&lt;br /&gt;that isn't coming&lt;br /&gt;So I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-2515838213902196935?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2515838213902196935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2010/01/somehow-i-knew-that-id-be-back-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2515838213902196935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2515838213902196935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2010/01/somehow-i-knew-that-id-be-back-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-2276291805565354281</id><published>2009-12-31T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:09:36.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:140%;"&gt;Screw being Mr. Nice Guy. I’m gunnin’ for you all the way now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-2276291805565354281?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2276291805565354281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-being-mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2276291805565354281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2276291805565354281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/screw-being-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-363898739268348748</id><published>2009-12-29T00:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:24:08.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List</title><content type='html'>Sure as hell don't believe in New Year's Resolutions, but I do know I gotta do one thing this year. Nothing can stop me from that now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-363898739268348748?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/363898739268348748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/sure-as-hell-dont-believe-in-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/363898739268348748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/363898739268348748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/sure-as-hell-dont-believe-in-new-years.html' title='To-Do List'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-9020372496163659752</id><published>2009-12-28T02:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:59:12.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebound</title><content type='html'>If Mr. Nice Guy is destined to always finish last, then I might as well just walk the rest of the way on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-9020372496163659752?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/9020372496163659752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/9020372496163659752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/9020372496163659752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/rebound.html' title='Rebound'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-6221888073702453462</id><published>2009-12-24T00:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:22:08.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>At first, I thought I was an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm pretty sure I'm crazy (about you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-6221888073702453462?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6221888073702453462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6221888073702453462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6221888073702453462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post_24.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7610040946559868887</id><published>2009-12-22T00:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:18:46.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Moment</title><content type='html'>Special thanks to Manny for this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choice RespectParents()&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;      CreateThread(0,0,(LPTHREAD_START_ROUTINE)Study,0,0,0);&lt;br /&gt;      DestroyThread(0,0(LPTHREAD_STOP_ROUTINE)Life,0,0,0);&lt;br /&gt;      return Sadness, Unhappiness, Disappointment;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;choice Apathy()&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;br /&gt;    CreateThread(0,0,(LPTHREAD_START_ROUTINE)HappyLife,0,0,0);&lt;br /&gt;    ConnectLocalHostWithFemaleClient();&lt;br /&gt;    DestroyThraed(0,0,(LPTRHEAD_START_ROUTINE)Worries,0,0,0);&lt;br /&gt;    return Happiness, Bliss;&lt;br /&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;race Brown&lt;br /&gt;if (Person.nationality == Indian &amp;&amp; Person.color == Brown)&lt;br /&gt;RespectParents();&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;Apathy()&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7610040946559868887?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7610040946559868887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/nerd-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7610040946559868887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7610040946559868887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/nerd-moment.html' title='Nerd Moment'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7724697757416826276</id><published>2009-12-20T00:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:09:22.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>So this definitely wasn't expected,&lt;br /&gt;especially not at this time.&lt;br /&gt;But then, &lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, &lt;br /&gt;it's kinda heartless that I'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;but who wouldn't be happy in my situation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7724697757416826276?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7724697757416826276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7724697757416826276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7724697757416826276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-1276686257885106935</id><published>2009-12-20T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:05:00.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku78z8k8Cq1qa0wn4o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px;" src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ku78z8k8Cq1qa0wn4o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' awesome song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-1276686257885106935?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1276686257885106935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/freakin-awesome-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1276686257885106935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1276686257885106935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/freakin-awesome-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-3237378674565072532</id><published>2009-12-06T02:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T02:29:03.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Our Lives</title><content type='html'>When you're sad, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;When he's a prick, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;When you can't sleep, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone to talk to at 4 in the morning and you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; no one else is going to pick up their phone, I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like this is something new&lt;br /&gt;I've always been there because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; wanted me there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you were, I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you wanted me, I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you needed help, I'd be there&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you just needed to let go, I'd be there to catch you and get you back up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;When I need someone to hold me, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;When I need someone to talk to, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;When I need to let go, you're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick and tired of this&lt;br /&gt;I did everything for you&lt;br /&gt;Because that's what best friends do&lt;br /&gt;Instead I'm getting used by you&lt;br /&gt;But I keep coming back for you&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm always going to be there for you&lt;br /&gt;But when I need you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You're gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-3237378674565072532?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3237378674565072532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/stroy-of-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3237378674565072532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3237378674565072532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/stroy-of-our-lives.html' title='Story of Our Lives'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-3386375667879009896</id><published>2009-12-06T00:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:29:05.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Catchy Stuff (I  Couldn't Think Of A Witty Title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=393146&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=393146&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty catchy stuff. Creds to &lt;a href="http://m-paoword.tumblr.com/"&gt;m-paoword&lt;/a&gt; for showing me this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-3386375667879009896?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3386375667879009896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-catchy-stuff-i-couldnt-think-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3386375667879009896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3386375667879009896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/pretty-catchy-stuff-i-couldnt-think-of.html' title='Pretty Catchy Stuff (I  Couldn&apos;t Think Of A Witty Title)'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-3687632334460023839</id><published>2009-12-04T00:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:25:18.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scei.co.jp/PS15th/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img709.imageshack.us/img709/371/ps15.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-3687632334460023839?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3687632334460023839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3687632334460023839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3687632334460023839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-380763831841445421</id><published>2009-11-03T02:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:06:19.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Epiphany Of Sorts</title><content type='html'>I was listening to A Day Late by Anberlin and started to really listen to the lyrics. All I could say was "Story of my Life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this one's for you, because this song might as well have been written about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=16417549&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=16417549&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-380763831841445421?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/380763831841445421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/11/epiphany-of-sorts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/380763831841445421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/380763831841445421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/11/epiphany-of-sorts.html' title='An Epiphany Of Sorts'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-2858457932299336130</id><published>2009-10-21T22:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:19:52.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now, I know I've got no chance&lt;br /&gt;but that doesn't change a thing&lt;br /&gt;It's more that I'm too stubborn to accept it&lt;br /&gt;and less that I know the truth of the matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I'm lying to myself about this&lt;br /&gt;That's a daily occurrence in this state of mind&lt;br /&gt;It's just that somehow this will work&lt;br /&gt;(but I have no clue how)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably say I'm crazy too&lt;br /&gt;and we'd both be right&lt;br /&gt;except for what I'm crazy about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We probably won't agree on that now&lt;br /&gt;but eventually we will&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/8813947107463984250-2858457932299336130?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2858457932299336130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-i-know-ive-got-no-chance-but-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2858457932299336130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2858457932299336130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-i-know-ive-got-no-chance-but-that.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-6733096513517210208</id><published>2009-09-29T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:31:45.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Her</title><content type='html'>You make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-6733096513517210208?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6733096513517210208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6733096513517210208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6733096513517210208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-her.html' title='To Her'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5687444332531220496</id><published>2009-09-04T01:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T01:48:02.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything</title><content type='html'>I never could accept moving. I still can't accept it. I turn around or look at a place in the house and expect what would normally be there to be there, but it's not. Tonight I blog from the floor of my room. All the furniture is gone to the new house. I'm on a sleeping bag as I type this.  As of now, I have only my memories of what this house once was. But those memories are damn near legendary. You could say I grew up in this house, having been here since I was 10. I walked into this place a 4-foot midget in the 5th Grade. I remember running all over the house the first day, thinking "Wow this is our new house! It's huge!" Now I'm walking out of here a 6-foot 18 year old. So much changed. Life and its responsibilities are finally in my hands as I leave here. I learned, made friends, laughed, got in trouble, hid from my parents, sneaked out, slept, but most of all, lived here. And I'm never gonna forget that. It's not so much the building itself that I don't want to leave, but it's the fact that I'm comfortable here. Everything I know happened while I lived here. At the end of the day, this was home for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having your best friends living in the same neighbourhood is just amazing. I know now that if it wasn't for these awesome people that I would probably have wanted to move a long time ago. From riding bicycles and playing ManHunt as kids, going to Sean's with a hot pot of rice, playing basketball 'til midnight and pissing off all the neighbours, skateboarding until someone called the cops, laughing 'til it hurt, to making the Skolla Scooter and then breaking it, planning out some of the most epic presents ever, to just playing video games because we had nothing better to do. I could go on for I have no idea how long about all the stuff we've done over these eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my &lt;s&gt;friends&lt;/s&gt; brothers  Shane, Neil, Sean, Mike, Karl, and Josh here at 686 Warden Avenue, thank you for being the most awesome people I know. And yes, Neil, I'm going to get my G2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live from the 686 for the last time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sushi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-5687444332531220496?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5687444332531220496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5687444332531220496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5687444332531220496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything.html' title='Everything'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-8726614669172579240</id><published>2009-08-25T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:16:00.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight Up</title><content type='html'>You piss people off.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna leave already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-8726614669172579240?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/8726614669172579240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/straight-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/8726614669172579240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/8726614669172579240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/straight-up.html' title='Straight Up'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5795208997741374088</id><published>2009-08-24T03:19:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:14:21.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You left the lights off&lt;br /&gt;and forgot your flashlight&lt;br /&gt;now we're trying to help you,&lt;br /&gt;this little "Marco Polo" game we have going&lt;br /&gt;but you're clearly not listening&lt;br /&gt;and you're gonna crash hard&lt;br /&gt;so just know that when you do,&lt;br /&gt;we'll still be here.&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/8813947107463984250-5795208997741374088?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5795208997741374088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/blind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5795208997741374088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5795208997741374088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5851029933633277486</id><published>2009-08-08T03:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:53:17.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I was a kid again. And not a little kid. I mean a Grade Nine kid. Why Grade Nine? It's old enough to know a few things about how life works but young enough to not have all the worries and problems of 18. One can dream, no? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe one day it'll all fall into place &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-5851029933633277486?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5851029933633277486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5851029933633277486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5851029933633277486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-thought.html' title='Reminiscing...'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5222387083445191499</id><published>2009-08-08T03:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:19:02.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>Started packing up the house intensely. I say "intensely" because it's really starting to hit that I'm actually moving. There's no more pictures on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I never even cared for the stuff we had on the walls in my house. Never even thought about it. It's funny how the smallest of things get you the most. Something so little pretty much sums up that this isn't going to be my home for much longer. And it sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-5222387083445191499?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5222387083445191499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/closer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5222387083445191499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5222387083445191499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-2062223682692807332</id><published>2009-08-06T22:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T22:37:53.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL (I Need To Get A Life)</title><content type='html'>Shout out to Mikey Le on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;add my new e-mail skbrownboy92@gmail.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;karl wants to l4d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sushi ± « sleeping all day, staying up all night » says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;lad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;a young lad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;refer him to mikey le please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;add my new e-mail skbrownboy92@gmail.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;lol l4d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sushi ± « sleeping all day, staying up all night » says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;again with the lad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;add my new e-mail skbrownboy92@gmail.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;left 4 dead stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sushi ± « sleeping all day, staying up all night » says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the lad was left for dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;did he survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;add my new e-mail skbrownboy92@gmail.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i dont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;i need you to check by asking karl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sushi ± « sleeping all day, staying up all night » says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;asking karl about what? the young lad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;add my new e-mail skbrownboy92@gmail.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;yes the young lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sushi ± « sleeping all day, staying up all night » says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;but he doesnt know mikey le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;so why should i ask him about the young lad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;add my new e-mail skbrownboy92@gmail.com says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;OH GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;sushi ± « sleeping all day, staying up all night » says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-2062223682692807332?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2062223682692807332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol-i-need-to-get-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2062223682692807332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2062223682692807332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/08/lol-i-need-to-get-life.html' title='LOL (I Need To Get A Life)'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7754987297802237325</id><published>2009-07-31T17:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:40:49.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Case of The Munchies</title><content type='html'>3 AM plus an empty stomache resulted in a journey of mediocre Harold-and-Kumar proportions last night. Decided to hit up Wendy's with Shane because we were both hungry. Only one problem. We walked. All the freakin' way. And when we got there, we got nothing. Why? Because it was closed. All that for nothing. So, we decided to hit up McDonald's. We got lucky; it was a 24-hour McDonald's. Food has never tasted so good at McDonald's, but then, we were the only ones there, so we knew the food was fresh. Freakin' best McDonald's ever. Also, Shane you owe me $5 LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracked our epic journey for food with Google My Tracks. Here's the map:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116665477505567825318.00046ffd031e10c363c48&amp;amp;ll=43.722327,-79.287772&amp;amp;spn=0.014887,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;output=embed" frameborder="0" height="480" scrolling="no" width="690"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;View &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=116665477505567825318.00046ffd031e10c363c48&amp;amp;ll=43.722327,-79.287772&amp;amp;spn=0.014887,0.027466&amp;amp;z=15&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255); text-align: left;"&gt;Epic Case Of Munchies &lt;/a&gt; in a larger map&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7754987297802237325?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7754987297802237325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/epic-case-of-munchies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7754987297802237325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7754987297802237325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/epic-case-of-munchies.html' title='Epic Case of The Munchies'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7987391160358399259</id><published>2009-07-23T22:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:48:32.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gettin' On That Old School Tip</title><content type='html'>As an insomniac, I spend a lot of time on my computer. Most of that time is just music or movies. Last night, though, I ran into an old stash of music that I haven't listened to in years. And I'm not exaggerating. I even found the first song I ever &lt;s&gt;stole&lt;/s&gt; downloaded. That was way back in Grade 5, about 7 years ago. It got me thinking about just how much of my memory is tied to music. As I listened to these songs, I began to remember so much that happened in the past. Happier, simpler times, with far less responsibility and reality in my head. And a hell of a lot less drama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7987391160358399259?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7987391160358399259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/gettin-on-that-old-school-tip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7987391160358399259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7987391160358399259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/gettin-on-that-old-school-tip.html' title='Gettin&apos; On That Old School Tip'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-519579454054770738</id><published>2009-07-17T01:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T01:43:48.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manz Ain't Got No Gwap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_oMBXTp2YE/SmAPfN-5wxI/AAAAAAAAACI/rVTsXntsfxs/s1600-h/Tabi%27s+18th+Birthday+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_oMBXTp2YE/SmAPfN-5wxI/AAAAAAAAACI/rVTsXntsfxs/s400/Tabi%27s+18th+Birthday+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359300585574744850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lost a $20 bill, and then promptly discovered that I lost it when I needed it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Result: $15.05 purely in change. (Mostly quarters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is definitely a day to remember.&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/8813947107463984250-519579454054770738?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/519579454054770738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/manz-aint-got-no-gwap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/519579454054770738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/519579454054770738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/manz-aint-got-no-gwap.html' title='Manz Ain&apos;t Got No Gwap!'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_n_oMBXTp2YE/SmAPfN-5wxI/AAAAAAAAACI/rVTsXntsfxs/s72-c/Tabi%27s+18th+Birthday+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5448854932104205754</id><published>2009-07-12T03:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:20:22.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Gonna Be The Most Messed Summer Ever</title><content type='html'>This summer is going to straight up suck for me. Moving out of the only place that I have any recollection of growing up in is pretty damn hard. Having the best &lt;s&gt;neighbours&lt;/s&gt; friends ever living just a door or so down from you is also definitely going to be missed. People say change is progress, and it's something I've come to believe as generally true. But for once, I really don't know if that's the case here. I'm being uprooted from everything I know and have become comfortable with, and I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;Think of a little child on the first day of kindergarten. Now think of that kid that's crying because he wishes he was home. Yeah, that's me right now (Except men don't cry).&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully one day I'll look back at this and think "Hey, this was actually something good."&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I can't stop this now. Might as well try to make the best of it, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that won't happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-5448854932104205754?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5448854932104205754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-gonna-be-most-messed-summer-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5448854932104205754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5448854932104205754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-gonna-be-most-messed-summer-ever.html' title='It&apos;s Gonna Be The Most Messed Summer Ever'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-6733775780891876966</id><published>2009-07-06T03:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:54:05.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Download and Press Play (Now!)</title><content type='html'>Recently, a friend of mine, Vince, released his first mixtape. I only heard it yesterday and it's awesome. And so, to my practically non-existant audience, I present to you Vince Ticsay's Fresh Minty Tictacs. It's all instrumentals at this point, but it's too good to not give a listen (or have it on eternal repeat?). What I really love is the old school flavour Vince put into it. Hit the download link and get ready to be amazed. Also, check &lt;a href="http://tictactalksandthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vince's BlogSpot&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sharebee.com/6a0ecc5e"&gt;Download Mixtape Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-6733775780891876966?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6733775780891876966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/download-and-press-play-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6733775780891876966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6733775780891876966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/07/download-and-press-play-now.html' title='Download and Press Play (Now!)'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-1735886792131075200</id><published>2009-06-27T00:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T02:27:27.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic Shout Out List of Legendary Proportions</title><content type='html'>As of June 23, 2009, I finished high school. It's been four amazing years. So much done and learned and so many people to thank for making these four years absolutely epic. So here it is, the most epic shout out list ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel "Powerman" Power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically grew up with you, bro. Remember Grade 5? We hated each others guts LOL and now what? We're like brothers. Thanks for everything bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HJ "Hebs" Javier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years. I can't believe it's only been four years. Rewind to Grade 9: the first time I met you I thought you were another Asian trying to be a gangster LOL Still, you made these four years dramatically hilarious. "Where's the bluckbarry?" LOL Thanks for being a friend bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tristan "Stan" Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't piss you off one day because I know you could probably kill me in one of many ways (3rd-degree Black Belt helps) LOL Bro it's been insanely fun. Thanks for being an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark "PM(S)" Sneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were like a mentor to me PM. The last few weeks you were here changed me. And who can forget "Spicy Jack!" LOL Thanks for speaking the truth and not being afraid of what we'd think. It definitely changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amar Bains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brown brotha! You made the inner FOB in me come out of the closet LOL Thanks for all the good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trevor Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first blink-182 fan I met since the 4th grade. And Grade 11 would never be the same. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laura Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First person to ever talk to me at Yorkland. And you're awesome! Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sofia Zuniga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not trading phones with you! LOL jokes. Thanks for being a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peter Van Halteren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You introduced me to The Rocket Summer and completely changed my taste in music. That and you made Grade 11 awesome. Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Samantha Mepham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covering for me so I could reach after Prom. Yeah, I was there for less than an hour, but still, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albert Bushara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellow madhacker in the world of computers. Thanks for pushing me to try and look like I knew more than you LOL jokes. Thanks for helping me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manuel Philipose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another madhacker. Bro I swear you're a clone of me. It's not even funny. Thanks for being an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neil Grenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halo? Don't talk about Halo. Neil's too good at it. And the episodes of Spare? yes. I watched those. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sareen Khatchadourian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I spelt that right. Also, you're awesome. Thanks for being an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul Klas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Futsal? Good times. And: "Chris has a hard-on!" LOL Thanks for making these two years I've known you hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linda Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known you for way too long. Thanks for being a friend all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chris Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first person to ever try and teach me how to dance. And remember Grade 9? Skipping First Period to write essays for Second Period tests LOL good times. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelo Lezada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspired me to start a blog and just write whatever was on my mind. Thanks bro for showing me a new way to express myself. I wouldn't be writing this if it wasn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mena Abdel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You showed me that anyone can do anything. Camp Surrender bro. 'Nuff said. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;John Gnanakumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't gone to school with you since Elementary, but you still keep in touch. Every summer bro. Thanks for always being there for me, through good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andreya Woo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably would have never studied if you weren't there to stress over exams and tests with me. Basically, you got me through high school. And you're awesome. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh De Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me into writing way back in Grade 10, back in the day when we used to record tracks in your basement. Thanks for challenging me to write song in 30 minutes. And thanks for being a brother to me. 686!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Neil Amagna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You challenged me as I grew up. Taught me to do my homework before I started talking. Proof? The "MOVAC" LOL Thanks for being a brother to me. 686!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mike Ledesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a brother to me. What more can I say. It's how we roll in the 686. Thanks, bro. 686!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sean Ledesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've changed me by introducing me to a whole new set of people. I will never be the same thanks to that. Times are hard, but we'll make it bro. Thanks for always being there and being a brother to me. 686!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane De Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood wouldn't make us any closer. You've been there for me through everything I went through, both good and bad. Thanks for putting up with me and for being a friend and a brother. 686!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-1735886792131075200?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1735886792131075200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/epic-shout-out-list-of-legendary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1735886792131075200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1735886792131075200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/epic-shout-out-list-of-legendary.html' title='Epic Shout Out List of Legendary Proportions'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-508436427859734435</id><published>2009-06-21T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:07:07.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night Was Legendary</title><content type='html'>'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-508436427859734435?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/508436427859734435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-was-legendary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/508436427859734435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/508436427859734435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-night-was-legendary.html' title='Last Night Was Legendary'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-8910041282397565352</id><published>2009-06-14T17:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:34:31.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(One)</title><content type='html'>I've got my last ever high school exam tomorrow. Pretty amped to get it done with. After that there's just a Graduation Ceremony (that I almost wasn't going to show up to) and then I'm done. But in the meantime, instead of studying, Shane and I found some more time at 5AM to get outside with a camera. We went while the streetlights were still on so it gave the street a studio type of feel. The kind of studio that has tons of lights. Results are up on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/sushi416/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; and I still gotta finish some editing. But, exams first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-8910041282397565352?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/8910041282397565352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/8910041282397565352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/8910041282397565352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/one.html' title='(One)'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-6063630290032959314</id><published>2009-06-07T18:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:34:21.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Mraz Can Rap</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you read that completely right. Listen below for the proof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="320"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=8230335&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;amp;widgetID=8230335&amp;amp;style=metal&amp;amp;p=0" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="window" height="40" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-6063630290032959314?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6063630290032959314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/jason-mraz-can-rap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6063630290032959314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6063630290032959314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/jason-mraz-can-rap.html' title='Jason Mraz Can Rap'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-9194739569650676606</id><published>2009-06-06T02:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:58:31.575-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Two more days. And then two exams. On June 16th, I'll be done high school. Right now, it feels like high school went by way too fast. Like I should do another year or something. But then, on the other hand, I'm kinda glad it's over. These past four years have been absolutely amazing; not just high school, but all the things that I've done these past four years. I guess the big picture here is that I can't believe it's this close to being done and over with. And in spite of the fact that I absolutely hate my high school (exception: friends), I think I'm gonna miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Shane and I are going to try for another 5 AM set. That's approximately 2 hours from now, and I'm still awake. Ten bucks says it isn't happening because we won't even wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;: It didn't happen because we didn't wake up =)&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=c314e09b-5c1c-81c3-a7bd-10bedff870d2" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-9194739569650676606?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/9194739569650676606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/9194739569650676606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/9194739569650676606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/06/two.html' title='Two'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7084639130265585682</id><published>2009-05-21T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:10:46.639-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Two Weeks, And a Fit of Insomnia Worth Blogging About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 100%;'&gt;As of right now, I've got 14 days of high school left. &lt;span style='font-weight: bold;'&gt;Fourteen days&lt;/span&gt;. 4 years has gone by really fast. I think back to Grade 9 and how much has changed since then. And I can't help but be amazed by it. It's weird, because I think that I've changed for the worse since Grade 9, but then that could just be me. Somehow, though, I doubt that it's just me. But more on that on another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Back on Monday, Shane was at my house. And we were up until about 5 AM, at which time we went outside. In a completely spontaneous fit of randomness, I just said one thing: "Dude, get your camera." That morning looked beautiful. And if I'm a pansy for describing it like that, I really could care less. To make a long story short, by 6 AM we had taken just over 100 pictures. Most of them are still on my hard drive, but I uploaded some to my newly created flickr account. Check the epic photography &lt;a href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/sushi416/'&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm uploading more as I get time to do so. Also, we're planning another set for this Saturday. If anyone in my imaginary non-existent audience is down for it, you know how to contact me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=a0f32adf-74ea-8c56-9c3b-98d4c8666b0b' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7084639130265585682?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7084639130265585682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-weeks-and-fit-of-insomnia-worth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7084639130265585682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7084639130265585682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-weeks-and-fit-of-insomnia-worth.html' title='Two Weeks, And a Fit of Insomnia Worth Blogging About'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-3191197727378260704</id><published>2009-05-14T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:22.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From Somewhere'/><title type='text'>Probably Used To Teach A High School Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://technology.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1597&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" height="370" width="490"&gt;                         &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;                         &lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;                         &lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://technology.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=1597&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;                     &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White House has press conferences every day. Today just happened to be notable. It's like they're all high school kids in a classroom if you ask me. And that makes this hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-3191197727378260704?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3191197727378260704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/probably-used-to-teach-high-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3191197727378260704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3191197727378260704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/probably-used-to-teach-high-school.html' title='Probably Used To Teach A High School Class'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5479300445482441344</id><published>2009-05-07T01:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:10:34.468-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From Somewhere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of Musical Interest'/><title type='text'>So This Is What One Year of Headphones Looks Like</title><content type='html'>For those that may not know, &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/"&gt;Last.fm&lt;/a&gt; is a website that tracks what you listen to from your MP3/iPod, phone, and computer. It's something I've come to love to use. Based on what you listen to, it suggests other artists. It's kind of like imeem, but better in some ways. Recently, I discovered a related service called lastgraph. Basically, it graphs your Last.fm stats. So I tried it, and this is what it gave me. Click it for a bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_n_oMBXTp2YE/SgJvChaHHTI/AAAAAAAAABI/wDe4HBQ6s-M/s1600-h/Lastfm.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 680px; height: 135px;" src="http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/4813/lastfmthumbnail.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332946997878398258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found pretty funny was that the graph spikes like a boss around exam time. Which definitely explains why I haven't done well on most of my recent exams. For more, check my &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/sushi416"&gt;Last.fm page&lt;/a&gt;, which also gives you the added benefit of being able to stalk me. Well, at least what I'm listening to.&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=b32c2507-df86-87c7-8cbf-054e685ab85f" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-5479300445482441344?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5479300445482441344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-what-one-year-of-headphones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5479300445482441344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5479300445482441344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-this-is-what-one-year-of-headphones.html' title='So This Is What One Year of Headphones Looks Like'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7759271767893488323</id><published>2009-05-05T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:59.648-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explosions of Written Proportions'/><title type='text'>Trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... For breaking our will&lt;br /&gt;... For ruining countless days of our lives&lt;br /&gt;... For making everything we do seem like it's just not enough&lt;br /&gt;... For thinking that you always knew better&lt;br /&gt;... For never being there&lt;br /&gt;... For lying to us&lt;br /&gt;... For telling me that we were mistakes&lt;br /&gt;... For being a drama queen&lt;br /&gt;... For years of lost time&lt;br /&gt;... For creating what should have been comfort&lt;br /&gt;... For never listening to us&lt;br /&gt;... For only caring when you wanted something from us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But most of all, thank you for putting yourself before us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=8e501f54-a094-8c27-b547-ff83bfb3f892" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7759271767893488323?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7759271767893488323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/trauma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7759271767893488323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7759271767893488323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/trauma.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5383070870558517255</id><published>2009-05-03T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:10:15.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:160%;"&gt;"Bro, Pacquiao is like the President of the Philippines right now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   Chester, after witnessing the Ownage of Hatton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-5383070870558517255?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5383070870558517255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5383070870558517255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5383070870558517255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-1045987838388831262</id><published>2009-05-02T18:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:22.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From Somewhere'/><title type='text'>Something From Somewhere: Back In The Closet…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I woke up today and for reasons completely unknown to me I logged into Facebook to check Videos of Me. And I found the Creative from last year at Camp Surrender. Completely forgot how awesome that camp was. Since this morning, and my morning started at 2 PM, I’ve had that song from Creative Three on repeat. I can’t get it out of my head. So now I’m gonna try and get it stuck in your head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 420px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/opBM5eafQf/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/opBM5eafQf/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="420" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-1045987838388831262?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1045987838388831262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-closet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1045987838388831262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1045987838388831262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-in-closet.html' title='Something From Somewhere: Back In The Closet…'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-3368281068130924417</id><published>2009-04-30T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:10:07.982-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Twenty Eight Days Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's been the best ride of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who made it that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=456dd333-5f6a-89bd-afcd-2b079c476103" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-3368281068130924417?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3368281068130924417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/twenty-eight-days-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3368281068130924417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3368281068130924417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/twenty-eight-days-later.html' title='Twenty Eight Days Later'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-8496665568121994867</id><published>2009-04-30T16:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:43.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Oh Yeah, I Should Probably Post This...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I've got the blog running on WordPress now. Basically, whenever I post it posts to both BlogSpot and WordPress at the same time. Why WordPress? Because I like it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Check the exact same blog on &lt;a href='http://sushilkhan.wordpress.com'&gt;WordPress&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=5e5609f8-99c6-8a14-9041-20dfad25b39b' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-8496665568121994867?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/8496665568121994867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeah-i-should-probably-post-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/8496665568121994867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/8496665568121994867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeah-i-should-probably-post-this.html' title='Oh Yeah, I Should Probably Post This...'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-1162901398583487683</id><published>2009-04-29T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:36:26.287-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Explosions of Written Proportions'/><title type='text'>Sushi's Urban Dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Ever heard of a waste cattie? &lt;br/&gt;If your answer is no then you, sir or madam, have come to the right place. Waste cattie's are people that are a waste of your time. They tend to have a recurring tendency of extreme annoyance. Today, they also hire their significant others to help them in their bids of annoyance. The result is a very annoying and ugly person that you will hate until they decide to leave you alone. Expect some genius to think that they're the most amazing person on Earth. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As for you, and you'll know who you are one day, you're the biggest mistake to ever enter our lives. All you've done is ruin it for the rest of us. Don't expect us to join in your silly games of stupidity or even associate ourselves with you. We're done with your bullshit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=19e9c395-7c29-8516-a646-38f92e346dc9' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-1162901398583487683?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1162901398583487683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/sushi-urban-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1162901398583487683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1162901398583487683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/sushi-urban-dictionary.html' title='Sushi&amp;#39;s Urban Dictionary'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-2226941669479761575</id><published>2009-04-28T02:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:43.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna be messing with the look of the blog for the next few days. If things don't work, then don't be surprised. Hope this works out and looks good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-2226941669479761575?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2226941669479761575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-service-announcement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2226941669479761575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2226941669479761575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-6275978167127249200</id><published>2009-04-25T23:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:43.507-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Weather Forecast For Saturday April 25, 2009</title><content type='html'>Higher than average temperatures in the early morning hours, leading to a beautiful afternoon. A little taste of summer, but it will leave you wanting more. At around 4:30 in the PM clouds will begin to roll in and by 5:00 in the PM, expect heavy winds and rain. So much for the [planned] awesome weekend of epically unending proportions. Rain will taper off and then return later on in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Canadian Weather for ruining another beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-6275978167127249200?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6275978167127249200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-forecast-for-saturday-april-25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6275978167127249200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6275978167127249200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/weather-forecast-for-saturday-april-25.html' title='Weather Forecast For Saturday April 25, 2009'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-6751305781384062327</id><published>2009-04-24T21:58:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:22.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From Somewhere'/><title type='text'>Something From Somewhere: Bro Got Owned Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="692" height="372"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8plyRz-E84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z8plyRz-E84&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="692" height="372"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother couldn't close the garage door. And it happened to get recorded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-6751305781384062327?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6751305781384062327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-from-somewhere-bro-got-owned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6751305781384062327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6751305781384062327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-from-somewhere-bro-got-owned.html' title='Something From Somewhere: Bro Got Owned Edition'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7500152828858646967</id><published>2009-04-24T07:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T07:48:21.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of Musical Interest'/><title type='text'>Things of Musical Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Reeling&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remember the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3vE_umzNKE"&gt;PSP Commercial&lt;/a&gt; from around Christmas time? Same band. New Music. And it's even better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/SVLxq7_JnT/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/SVLxq7_JnT/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="background-color:#E6E6E6;padding:1px;"&gt;&lt;div style="float:left;padding:4px 4px 0 0;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7500152828858646967?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7500152828858646967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/thin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7500152828858646967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7500152828858646967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/thin.html' title='Things of Musical Interest'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7644810559085562805</id><published>2009-04-22T23:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:09:04.327-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of Musical Interest'/><title type='text'>10,001 Tales and Misadventures</title><content type='html'>Right now, I'm listening to the 10,000th track that I've played since May 24th, 2008. Why that day? Because that's the day I started using Last.fm. It's a site that tracks what you listen to and recommends music that is similar to what you already listen to. The fact that I've listened to 10,000 tracks made me think a lot about all the crazy things I've done over this period of 11 months. Songs tend to bring up different memories for me, and there are so many represented by these 10,000 songs. It's almost mind-blowing to me that I've listened to so much music in just 11 months. Like I've got headphones implanted in my ears. Music has become my escape when I think about it. Some people get violent, others write, or do something else. Music is to me what writing is to a poet. It's an expression of emotion. And while I can't play any instrument beyond the guitar (and I just started learning that), listening to music has become that sort of "important" to me. Maybe I'm crazy. But I like it like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7644810559085562805?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7644810559085562805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/10001-tales-and-misadventures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7644810559085562805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7644810559085562805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/10001-tales-and-misadventures.html' title='10,001 Tales and Misadventures'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-5992051612243145024</id><published>2009-04-21T20:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:54:58.247-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of Musical Interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>A Combination Guaranteed Not to Work</title><content type='html'>Got a lot of absolutely nothing to do today. Basically loafted at home. Rain tends to do that. On the upside, though, the rest of the week keeps getting better after today. Yes, I copied that from my &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/home"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;. Two things really got my attention today. For one, Lil' Wayne is a musical genius. Now, before you go thinking "Nah yo he's messed!" listen to Tha Carter III. Seriously. I hated Lil' Wayne before. That CD made me a fan. In other musical news, Meg &amp;amp; Dia's new CD got released today. I still haven't got it. It'll happen. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But onto more important things: Ubuntu 9.04 gets released the day after tomorrow. What is Ubuntu, you ask? It's an Operating System, similar to Windows or Mac. It's also a distribution of Linux that I use heavily. What I like about it is speed. I can turn on my computer and be up and running much faster than I ever would be with a Windows installation. And it can still do fancy things like 3D and Window effects. The real deal-maker with Ubuntu is that it gets even easier to use with every release. At this point, very little technical knowledge is required to get an Ubuntu installation running on your own computer. Using it is just as simple. If you wanna try it out, you can download a version that runs on your computer without actually installing.&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.ubuntu.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-5992051612243145024?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/5992051612243145024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/combination-guaranteed-not-to-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5992051612243145024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/5992051612243145024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/combination-guaranteed-not-to-work.html' title='A Combination Guaranteed Not to Work'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-1069831540903370868</id><published>2009-04-20T20:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:46:27.800-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Hype and Situation</title><content type='html'>Heard someone call this week Green Week. Oh, it's definitely "Green" week today. But drug-related innuendos aside, the new Meg &amp;amp; Dia CD ships out tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here, Here, and Here&lt;/span&gt; is the long anticipated sequel to their first big CD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something Real&lt;/span&gt;. And can I wait? No! If that makes me a pansy, then fine, I'm a pansy. But you can't deny that they make awesome music. So the first thing I'm going to do tomorrow is go down to the nearest "place where they sell CD's" and actually buy the CD. Yes, those things still exist. You probably had them before you discovered "other methods" of getting music. I don't buy a lot of CD's (READ: Never) but some artists are seriously worth supporting. Oh, and Meg &amp;amp; Dia are on Warped Tour this year. That rolls into Toronto on July 10th, along with a stacked setlist of amazing bands. Which reminds me: I should probably get tickets soon time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-1069831540903370868?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1069831540903370868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/hype-and-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1069831540903370868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1069831540903370868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/hype-and-situation.html' title='Hype and Situation'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-9104727934852445290</id><published>2009-04-19T20:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T20:46:12.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>An Untitled Rant Upon Self and Then Some</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up to two cold, hard realities. More so epiphanies, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I've gotta pick up my pace with my school work. I've pretty much loafted this semester, and having only two classes doesn't help the situation. As of right now, midterms, I'm passing Calculus by 2%. Combine that with the 60-something I'm getting in Physics and my average is below 70%. As in that University acceptance I got will turn into an un-acceptance. Not exactly what I was hoping for. And it's not like I can't do better in school. I'm just way too lazy to bother most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I figure that i might as well just try for the next two months. I mean, it's only two months right? For most people, yeah. But I'm a procrastinator, so no, it's not only two months. It's time that could be well wasted upon something far less useful but more enjoyable: Loafting.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing I can do now is just try. And if you see me on MSN up late, do me a favor: Tell me to get some sleep. It'll definitely help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other epiphany of the day actually came late last night. Shout out to my boy for informing me of the stupidity I was about to walk into. And this part of the post is for you. No, not you the reader. Once you read this, however, you'll know who I mean. Yes, you. I can't believe you. And I definitely didn't expect this kind of stupidity from you either. You basically tried to play me. You're not even worth my time anymore, and don't try to fix this problem that you made. Yeah, it's partly my fault that I led you on, but it was all in jest. You, on the other hand, decided to play your cards and really make something of this. And you never even told me what was really going on. There are so many things I could call you right now. And I did. But I won't repeat them. I'm not gonna say anything about this anymore. So don't expect to hear from me ever again. Have a good life. Because I guarantee you that I won't be in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-9104727934852445290?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/9104727934852445290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-woke-up-to-2-cold-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/9104727934852445290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/9104727934852445290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-woke-up-to-2-cold-hard.html' title='An Untitled Rant Upon Self and Then Some'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-6263337427203900735</id><published>2009-04-18T23:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:23:45.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Actual Content Arriving Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I can't even get my thoughts straight right now. Expect a more informative post in a bit.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I heard a great piece of what is currently incomplete music. Just a guitar and a really mello feel to this song. And it has completely blown me away. I can't say much, except that it is amazing. And that was how this day ended. Although, it started on a much rougher note. Waking up after making an &lt;a href="http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/kraft-dinner-and-other-such-entities-of.html"&gt;epic run for KD&lt;/a&gt; the evening before can do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short post? Yes. But I just had to talk about today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-6263337427203900735?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/6263337427203900735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/actual-content-arriving-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6263337427203900735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/6263337427203900735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/actual-content-arriving-soon.html' title='Actual Content Arriving Soon'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-2662660247019770553</id><published>2009-04-17T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:23:58.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>Kraft Dinner and Other Such Entities of Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>So today, in a fit of complete randomness, some friends and I decided to go down to the grocery store and pick up some Kraft Dinner. I haven't had KD in years. Completely forgot how awesome that stuff can be. About a half hour later, we're in the kitchen trying to cook up as much KD as possible. You could go anywhere in the house and all you could smell was KD. Seriously, I'm in love with Kraft Dinner now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home from that adventure, I had a near-dead phone, so no music. I never realized how much I listen to music because I've always had headphones in my ear playing something. It was almost bizarre. Like being out of place in a very normal situation. And yeah, some people get on with life just fine, but it just felt really weird. Maybe I'm crazy. Iunno. But I just need music sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go eat some more KD now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-2662660247019770553?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/2662660247019770553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/kraft-dinner-and-other-such-entities-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2662660247019770553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/2662660247019770553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/kraft-dinner-and-other-such-entities-of.html' title='Kraft Dinner and Other Such Entities of Awesomeness'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-1977098757575198645</id><published>2009-04-16T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:22:46.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;m a Nerd'/><title type='text'>I'm a Nerd: Offline Gmail</title><content type='html'>Way back in January I heard about something called &lt;a href="http://gmailblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-in-labs-offline-gmail.html"&gt;Offline Gmail.&lt;/a&gt; Basically what it does is it allows you to have all your email downloaded onto your computer, attachments and all. When you can't get an Internet connection, it lets you access your Gmail as though you were online. Pretty slick stuff. It's kind of like Outlook or Thunderbird, but, in my opinion, a million times better. At first it was available in the US and UK only. Yesterday I noticed that it was available in my account as well, so I tried it out. I never realized how useful this can be until I tried it. The only problem with having all your email saved on your hard drive? It takes up a lot of space if you use a lot of your email for attachments. Otherwise it's pretty awesome to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, OK, I'm done being a nerd for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-1977098757575198645?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1977098757575198645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-nerd-offline-gmail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1977098757575198645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1977098757575198645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-nerd-offline-gmail.html' title='I&apos;m a Nerd: Offline Gmail'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-4049131527481931063</id><published>2009-04-15T18:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:28:40.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Things of Musical Interest'/><title type='text'>Things of Musical Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simple, Starving To Be Safe&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daphne Loves Derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what got me loving acoustic music and covers. It's a song so mellow that it just makes anyone happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object width="333" height="168"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/CmEuS5Y_m5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/CmEuS5Y_m5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="333" height="168"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-4049131527481931063?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4049131527481931063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/musical-things-of-interest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/4049131527481931063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/4049131527481931063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/musical-things-of-interest.html' title='Things of Musical Interest'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-4239380559397994233</id><published>2009-04-14T23:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:23:58.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>I Have No Idea How Else to Describe This</title><content type='html'>Today was one of those days that I haven't had in a really long time. Somewhere between doing absolutely nothing and doing... well, absolutely nothing, I realized this. It's one of those days without the rush that most days have. A slow day, if you will. But it allowed me to notice so much more. The little things like not noticing the fact that you're gonna miss the bus because you're taking your time to enjoy what you're walking through. Any sign of green coming back on the ground and trees pretty much makes me happy now. I guess it's partly because the weather was great and &lt;a href="http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt353/SushilKhan/n507552010_1594673_4324804.jpg?t=1239765599"&gt;I hate snow&lt;/a&gt; so much now. To me it all means that Summer is one day closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it all comes down to my want for Summer to be here already. It's all my excitement for it just slowly building up. Somewhere between Warped Tour, Conference, I don't know what else, and just loafting like beasts at Sean's house I know that this Summer is going to be the best one I've had yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-4239380559397994233?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/4239380559397994233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-no-idea-how-else-to-describe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/4239380559397994233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/4239380559397994233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-no-idea-how-else-to-describe.html' title='I Have No Idea How Else to Describe This'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-1319984312156338906</id><published>2009-04-13T15:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:22:07.845-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From Somewhere'/><title type='text'>Something From Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img116.imageshack.us/my.php?image=shoopdawhoopdance.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img116.imageshack.us/img116/4905/shoopdawhoopdance.gif" alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More random finds from the Interwebz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-1319984312156338906?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/1319984312156338906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-from-somewhere_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1319984312156338906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/1319984312156338906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-from-somewhere_13.html' title='Something From Somewhere'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-7826080124264606471</id><published>2009-04-12T02:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:21:54.029-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Something From Somewhere'/><title type='text'>Something From Somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="404" height="323"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UExkqbziE90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UExkqbziE90&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="404" height="323"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone on twitter posted this in their status and so I clicked. Then I proceeded to laugh for a good 5 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-7826080124264606471?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/7826080124264606471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-from-somewhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7826080124264606471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/7826080124264606471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-from-somewhere.html' title='Something From Somewhere'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8813947107463984250.post-3907456535182467505</id><published>2009-04-11T01:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:23:58.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Fit of Randomness Occuring Daily'/><title type='text'>I've Been Inspired To Get Back</title><content type='html'>I used to write stuff a lot a few years ago. Honestly I don't know what made me stop. I guess other things caught my interest as life changed. I've been inspired to write once again, though, thanks to a &lt;a href="http://illicitdesire.blogspot.com/"&gt;friend&lt;/a&gt;. So here's my first shot at this in a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It hasn't rained for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all that's left now is a desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What once was potential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now hard to recollect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It came with the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clouds of inspiration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and poured down a flood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bringing back infatuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alive, this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a new flame glows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In its light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an oasis unfolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8813947107463984250-3907456535182467505?l=inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/feeds/3907456535182467505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-inspired-to-get-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3907456535182467505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8813947107463984250/posts/default/3907456535182467505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inserttrippynamehere.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-inspired-to-get-back.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Inspired To Get Back'/><author><name>Sushi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02948568490932909930</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
