<?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-2065323</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:56:19.611-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn!</title><subtitle type='html'>this is my shit. the title can be credited to raphael.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</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>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-82260607</id><published>2002-09-29T01:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-29T01:16:00.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah so apparently im moving. like for real supposedly. its kinda crazy. i mean my mom has talked about moving since i was six but we just never did it. and now, i htink were actually doing it. well at least 90 percent of my stuff is in another house right now at any rate. yeah. it seems like a pretty nice place. my room is all big and stuff. the only thing that sucks about it is that my room doesnt have a door on it. so people can just see me sleeping and stuff. it kinda sucks but it could be worse i guess. i could have no room at all. yeah but anyway i think it will be pretty neat having this room. its really big and it has a door leading to the back yard.so its pretty cool in some respects. that and the place is really close to a burger king and a good will. like walking distance. its pretty cool. yeah and about the door thing though, it kind of bothers me. i mean. its just likepeople can see me. and its like they will see me whenver they do the laundry or come in through the garage door.my mom says to put up beads. like im a fortune teller or something. man, that would be so lame. im probably gonna end up using like my old shower curtain or somehting. oh well, i guess you cant have your cake and eat it too...now i was going to ramble on some more but i am really tired. and i have to get upat 6. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-82260607?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/82260607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/82260607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82260607' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-81324586</id><published>2002-09-08T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-08T16:23:16.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got home from work a little while ago. it was boring as allways. i didnt go again yesterday. i woke up late so decided to go back to sleep. i slept till 1 30 and then i went out and got ice cream with a couple of my friends. actually i got a peanut butter milkshake. i love those things. nobody else seems too. every one is like repulsed with the idea. they think that drinking peanut butter would be disgusting. thats pretty ironic when in reality they taste like sweet magic. anyway ive got a ton of math homework to do for tommorrow. that really sucks. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-81324586?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/81324586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/81324586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81324586' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-81206395</id><published>2002-09-05T17:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T17:51:42.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had school again today. i got there way too early too. iwanted to get there a little early so i could buy books but the bookstoer wasnt crowded so it only took me like ten minutes. so i walked around for a while and got my picture taken for my id. then i went to my first class wich is history of western civ 2 and it was cancelled basically. the professors wife came in said that he had an emergency. handed us the class proficiency sheets and told us to leave. i ran into dorothea a couple of times today. that was pretty funny. we talked for a little bit. on the way home i got a big mac and an oatmeal cookie. they were really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-81206395?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/81206395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/81206395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81206395' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-81141433</id><published>2002-09-04T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T10:57:04.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had my first day of school yesterady. it wasnt oo bad. i only had two classes. my first class is my theater class. it starts at noon and it seemed pretty cool i guess. i dont know. you never do too much on the first day. i also had my english class yesterday. i already have homework in that class wich is really weird for me but its alright. my friend pat is in that class and he gets done at the same time that i do so he can take me home on tuesdays and fridays. today is my one day off. i work on the weekends and have school 4 days a week. its not too bad becasue i get everything done by three but it still sucks becasue i have to wake up really early. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-81141433?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/81141433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/81141433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81141433' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80919836</id><published>2002-08-30T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T11:25:03.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap. i forgott to write about how concerned i am for conan moving to comedy central at 7. sure it seems like a better time slot but im really afraid hes going to lose his job becasue of this move. oh well, i hope he ends up ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80919836?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80919836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80919836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80919836' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80919767</id><published>2002-08-30T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T11:23:16.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah im up really early but thats only becasue i have to go to gcc and get my books and my friend pat is takin me and he insisted on leaving early so yeah. this sucks. it also sucks having to say goodbye to al my friends. like it doesnt bother me now but i know it will eventually and that gonna suck a lot. yesterday i went and saidgoodbye to my friend emmaleigh. we watched beauty and the beast(one of my favorite movies and im not afraid to admitt it) and then we ate sandwhiches and cake(extra good) and then i helped her pack a little bit. it was nice. then i went to a sixtenth birthday party with my friend and felt like a total loser. ive never felt old before in my life. like i allways feel like im a lot younger then i really am but last night i felt like some loser college student that hangs outwith high school kiods. and i dont think that that people that do that are losers and i even have a lot of friends that are going to be seniors this year. its just, well, you know how sixteen year old girls are right? well, thats why i felt stupid.sigh. crap i gotta go. and im hungry.double crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80919767?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80919767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80919767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80919767' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80748296</id><published>2002-08-26T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T18:49:12.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sigh. i am so bored. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80748296?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80748296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80748296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80748296' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80697588</id><published>2002-08-25T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T15:41:19.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, the end of my work week is finally over. they havent given me my uniform yet because theyre waiting to fire me. oh well, to be honest it doesnt erally matter to me if i get fired. it probably should though. oh well...did you ever have something funny that someone said running through your head and nobody else would think its funny so you dont tell anyone so you jus sit and laugh to yourself. yeah, well thats what i ve been doing these past few days. i saw my cousin beth the other day and she we were talking and she made some comment about my hair and then i said"oh yeah, well im gonna grow it out. that will show ya." and then she said"ive allways told you to grow it out so the only thing youre gonna show me is respect." now for some reason i htought that that was hilarious and ive been laughing about it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. congratulations to nathan for getting his license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s. i really like bagels with cream chese...a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80697588?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80697588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80697588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80697588' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80624227</id><published>2002-08-23T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T14:48:50.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent been home too much lately. i spend most of my nights out and i dont like to use other peoples computers so i havent gotten a chance to blog. i maxed out my visa/mac last nite. ok, i technicaly have a hundred dollars left in there but gay ass commerce must be floating the check that i just deposited. it really made me mad becasue i got the last 20 bucks out of my account and it really depressed me. i went to the philly diner last nite. they have the best chinken fingers ever. theyre so freakin huge its rediculouse. the other day i went to see my friends new band play. theyre pretty damn good. like, i was really impressed becasue like my friend was all braggin about his new band and i was like yeah whatever but theyre actually really good. theyre actually better than my other friend jeffs band the early november and they were just signed to drive thru. but yeah anyway the show was good. this other band was there called the french connection and they were really good. mostly ive been really just doing stupid things. like spending all of my money and stuff like that. like a week ago i went with beth to new york and saw tmbg. that was pretty cool except that (much like the show i went to the other night) every body looks exactly the same. and even though it really annoys me i expect that at a punk show but not tmbg. i htought that theyre fans were smarter than that.i guess i was wrong. the show was good though. and new york was fun even though i went on like 2 hours of sleep. i dont know. anyway, you should check out my friends band on i think its mp3.com im not really sure but if it is there the bands called finding westerly. oh yeah and i think you can also get an early november mp3 on drive thru .com. theyre really good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80624227?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80624227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80624227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80624227' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80233806</id><published>2002-08-14T11:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T11:27:21.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the spark says that im 76% dateable which is not only ironic at this point but also a huge load if i ever heard one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80233806?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80233806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80233806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80233806' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80232675</id><published>2002-08-14T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T10:57:13.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it really pisses me off when i wake up early in the morning and i cant go back to sleep even though im still really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80232675?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80232675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80232675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80232675' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80220759</id><published>2002-08-14T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-14T02:18:39.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to saty that i truely hate girls. they only want what they dont or cant have and they dont care about who they hurt. and i know that not every girl is like this but most are and im sick of it. ive had enough of all theeir mind games and nothing is more annoying then how they change their minds every three seconds. theyre all annoying and stupid. now, becasue im not the kind of person to blog about my relationships ill nd on that note. i just had to let off some steam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80220759?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80220759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80220759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80220759' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80173180</id><published>2002-08-13T01:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T01:43:44.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i got up at like 11 even though i really wanted to sleep a lot longer. my mother and i went to the bank so i could deposit my checks from work. i now have like 500 dollars in there whinch will not last for long but im happy at the moment. then we drove by the house were supposed to buy that my mother doesnt even really want anymore. after that we went to friedlys and i got a peanut butter milkshake(yummy). i got to drive the whole time and that was really cool. i realy like driving a lot. my test isnt for another 4 months but i still drive as much as i can. when i got home my friend emmaleigh called and i went over her house and we played scabble and candy land(i won in both). then we went over to another friends and hung out for a long time. then chris and i went to dennys and i got chicken strips. they were good but the people there are all morons. not the waitresses but the other customers. they are all 17-24 year olds but theyre all idiots that like jump in the windows and hollar dumbass shit like "tyler is in the hizouse, where is all the bithes!" the only cool thing about that was that the cook yelled at the jackass and told him that he was gonna kick him out if he didnt shut up. i got a kick outta that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80173180?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80173180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80173180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80173180' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80076034</id><published>2002-08-10T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T16:53:01.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am also modest mouse. i havent heard of them. im also 48% geek with a picture of david duchovney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80076034?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80076034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80076034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80076034' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-80075433</id><published>2002-08-10T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T16:30:03.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was late to work again. one more time and im suspended. it was totally my fault today too. i didnt go to sleep last nite until 3:30. i was out until 2 and then i had to look for my keys(which i eventually did find). sigh, oh well. i dont even want a job. i hate having to get up so early. im just too attached to the money. i go out to eat like every nite so i really cant afford to not have a job. plus, when i move i want to buy stuff like a couch and when i get my licence im going to need money for insurance and all that crap. not to mention all the food i feel the need to buy....damnitt...i wanna go out to eat right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-80075433?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80075433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/80075433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80075433' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-79969084</id><published>2002-08-08T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T01:01:47.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw the lord of the rings last nite. it was pretty cool. i had never read the book but i read the hobbit so i wasnt totally lost. i htought that i t was really funny that sean astin was in it.lol. i think that was my favorite part. yeah, but anyway...i havent been home like at all lately. it feels kinda weird. like i left my house sunday morning at 6:45 to go to work and then after work i went straight to my friend bartlys house and we went out to apple bees and went bowling and swimming and then we watched a lot of movies and i ended up spending the night. the next day we went out with my friend chris and went golfing and then to eat at the lonestar. then chrises brother had a party and i went to that. it was really lame but i ended up staying over chrises that night. the next day chris and i went to walmart and i made a card for my friend emmaleigh becasue she got her wisdom teeth riped out. then chris and his girlfriend and i went to a chinese buffet. that was really cool. and then later that nite chris pat and i watched lord of the rings. then i went home at about 2:30. then i got up at 2 today and me and my friends laura and brendall went out to eat at mcdonalds and then went to see my friend emily. we played yahtzee and phase 10. now i am home and blogging and about to go over to beths. man, this has been the longest week ever and its not even over.crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-79969084?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79969084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79969084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79969084' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-79793358</id><published>2002-08-03T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T23:33:36.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went bowling tonite. it was pretty cool. ive gotten pretty bad. oh well. i really hope im not late to work tomorrow. that would really suck. if im late tommorrow then ill get suspended. then if im late again i get fired. so i cant be late again for six months.crap. im never gonna make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-79793358?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79793358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79793358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79793358' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-79782322</id><published>2002-08-03T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-03T16:22:12.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was late to work again today. this is like my thirs time i think. if im late two more times im going to get fired. that kinda sucks. oh well. i wish i had my license. oh well, only another 4 months and nine days. gee isnt my life great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-79782322?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79782322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79782322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79782322' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-79745101</id><published>2002-08-02T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T15:11:01.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello. well, i see its been a couple months since ive last written so i think ill just give you all a brief synopsis of whats been going on...well, i graduated for starters. that was...well it was nothing. i feel completely indifferent on the whole thing really. a lot of people were crying, which i thought was rediculouse and other people were really excited wich i didnt really get either. oh well. i got a job finally. its not bad. i work saturdays and sundays from 7 am to three. and i get to sit at a cubical all day and eat cookies and drink diet coke. its really boring but other than that its really good. i statrted at 7 and i just got a 57 cent raise.for what i do im actually over paid. im an alarm monitor. so if someones alarm goes off  a signal comes to my comuter screne and i have to take care of it by seeing if everything is ok. like i have to call them and everything.its kind of annoying but oh well. what can you do. i signed up for my college classes the other day. i was able to get a pretty decent schedule. the eof lady told me to only take 12 credits my first semester and i didnt have any problems with that so im taking comp 1, introduction to algebra becasue im an idiot, history of western civilization 2, and a theater/drama workshop. im going to go 4 days a week from noon to 2.35. im also going to be working with my old acting teacher starting late september. yeah, she asked me if i wanted to be the assistant director for this years play at the high school so im going to be doing that from september until november. its gonna be a pretty crazy fall. yeah, other than that though ive really just been sleeping a lot. ive also been spending a lot of money. i bought a sega genesis about a month ago. thats been pretty cool. i only have a few games for it thoguh so it gets a little boring after a while. ive been looking for tmnt tournament fighter but i havent been able to find it anywhere. its hard enough to find any old genisis games really. lets see, what else...oh, i havent gotten my ticket for the warped tour yet. its in a week from today too. oh well, im sure ill get it. well, thats about it i guess. i lead a pretty boring life so i apologize to everyone for the lameness of this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: this blog is dedicated my darling cousin e.j.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-79745101?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79745101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/79745101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79745101' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-77114588</id><published>2002-05-29T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T16:43:21.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i had this dream last nite where i was walking around outside my house. and im walking round and i mozzie on up to my front driveway. and i look over at the mail box. and i see a big box propped up against the mail box. and i get all excited becasue i think that its my acceptance letter from montclair. and istart running over to it. and im running and im picturing opening it up and baloons flying out and there being a cke and peanuts inside of it along with my acceptance letter. so i get to the box and i tear it open and out fly the baloons and the box is loaded with packages og peanuts that say "r u nuts?" on then and theres a big vanilla cake with straberry frosting and a folded up piece of paper. so i grab the paper and it says WELCOME TO GLOUCESTER COUNTY COMMUNITY COLLEGE!....yeah...that was my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-77114588?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/77114588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/77114588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77114588' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-75483706</id><published>2002-04-16T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T20:15:19.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im 78% lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-75483706?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/75483706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/75483706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75483706' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-75482541</id><published>2002-04-16T19:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T19:37:03.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im 99% cutthroat. that kinda sucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-75482541?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/75482541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/75482541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75482541' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-75480468</id><published>2002-04-16T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T18:36:15.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, lifes been good so i dont really have any complaints except that i havent heard from montclair yet. blah. but anyway, i went to see the kids in the hall with beth on saturday. that was really awesome. it was like a lot greater than i htought that it would be. the only complaint i have about it was that it was way too short. when they were taking their curtain call i htouhgt that they were doing an intermission. oh well, it was still great. oh yeah, im cutting the massive fro that ive grown. its too crazy and i want to look nice for the prom so...i dont know, maybe ill grow it back over the summer. yeah, yesterday i spent all day practically online looking for a script for oklahoma without any success. well, after searching practically the whole library at school today, i found it. and then i realized that its really not going to do me any good becasue what i really need is the script of the play that oklahoma was based on. its called green grows the lilacs or something like that. i dont know but its really unknown and going to be even harder to find then the oklahoma script was. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. bobby and bunny broke up and i dont know why but i havent been able to stop thiking about it since i found out. it blows my mind. especially since it was bobbys doing. he said that he would still hold her hand and stuff but he wants to see other people. who does he think he is, ricco suave?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-75480468?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/75480468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/75480468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#75480468' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-11426958</id><published>2002-04-03T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T16:53:12.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok i havent had a chance to post in a couple nights but two nights ago i scored 80615 on bejewled. it was awesome. i could have scored even higher too but i was so tired so i just kind of gave up. i dont know what ill do if the next time i plaay i get like a 45 or something. i guess that would suck. oh well i still got over 80 thousand and thats more than a lot of people can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my audition on saturday. i dont want to go. blah. i dont know my monologues yet. double blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two days have been really pleasant. hope things keep going good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-11426958?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/11426958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/11426958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_04_01_archive.html#11426958' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-11312426</id><published>2002-03-31T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T12:55:15.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its easter! i love hollidays. i just associate good happy feelings with them. even though i usually dont do anything too special its allways just nice deep down. yeah, i ate most of the candy out of my easter basket already. oh well! right now im eating pez. its not that pez is all that good- i mean its not bad but its not great either but i love eating it. emily got me a little "easter chic" pez despencer. hes wearing a top hat. i really like it. its not as cool as my michaelangelo one but its up there. has anybody ever continuessly filled a pez despencer by buying those packs of pez? i allways say im going to but never do. oh well. well, i hope everone has a pleasent holliday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-11312426?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/11312426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/11312426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11312426' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-11073066</id><published>2002-03-24T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-24T15:15:28.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i havent written in this in a long time. yeah, i guess alots happened. ok not really. i just finished the musical. it went pretty well. my mom came 2 of the nights and alyssa came once and jimmys mom came once. so did uncle bob, dawney and michael. that was pretty weird. michael was one of the last people i expected to see there. it was alot of fun and im really upset that its over now. hopefully ill be able to do a show over the summer or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i have my audition for monclair in like 2 weeks. no, not even, its on the 6th of april so that doesnt give me alot of time. i didnt memorize monologues yet either. im not really too nervouse though. not yet anyway. i have alot of stuff to do though. i have to get a letter of recomendation and write a letter of intent and a resume. i have no idea how to write a resume either. thats gonna suck. especially since ive only done like three shows. oh well, i guess it doesnt really matter. i dont even know if i want to go to college. it really doesnt make a difference to me at this point. i could allways go to cmmunity and transferto somewhere else. i dont know, i guess i dont really care that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i also had a birthday. it was the 14th. it kinda sucked. i didnt really didnt do anything at all really. i was late to school and found out that if im late to school or absent one more time i cant graduate. so that was cool. not really! it really pissed me off actually. oh well, what can you do. my school is just stupid. yeah and then i went home and whatched a knights tale(i dont think i need to tell anyone how good that was) and then i went to sleep. yeah, i know how to have a good time. i guess that compares to beths birhtday a few years back when she went and saw spacejam. except i didnt get to hang out with anyone. oh well. one cool thing that happened is that my mom made me a cake and emily gave me a cake too so i had two birthday cakes. that was pretty cool because i love cake more than anything. its even better than beef stew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i havent talked to beth since our fight. thats pretty depressing. i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i havent cut my hair since december. its pretty long now. i  think that its the longest its ever been. its kinda crazy. i like it sometimes and hate it others. i dont know, i guess ill keep it until prom cames along. i mean, why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my mom insisted on getting a dvd player. i dont really understand why. its not all that special if you ask me. oh, and the best part of it is that she bought two movies to go with it. you know what those movies are? AI and jurassic park 3. i mean come on! she couldnt have picked two worse movies. unless she got jurrassic park 2 of course. and when she rents movies she rents like a knights tale. its rediculouse. it hurts me to see her waste money like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i no longer have a hatred for applebees. i mean yeah it really pisses me off that my mom and jimmy go there like 3 nights a week and even take dawney sometimes but the food is pretty good. and if someone else is paying then all the better. i went there with my mom like 2 weeks ago or something like that. i got a steak and it was pretty tasty. i mean, dont get me wrong, given the choice id much rather go to wendys or arbys but i dont despise it like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, my computer is dumb and i cant read anybody elses blogs. that sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-11073066?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/11073066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/11073066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#11073066' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-9097585</id><published>2002-01-27T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-27T15:09:04.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>not having a job sucks. of course having a job sucks too. i just hate being broke i guess. and not having a car. and i spend money to frivilously. i bought 2 shirts at old navy this weekend because they were having crazy sales. the one was like 2 dollars and the other was 4 so its not like they were expensive or anything  but i only get 20 bucks a week and alot of that goes to coffee and lunch. so im just screwed if i spend money on anything else.blah. i needa job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt fill out my college applications yet either. i started my montclair one but thats about it. and i only asked like one teacher for a recommendation. im an idiot. i should just go to commonity. ya know i was thinking about it the other day and i dont know if i really want to "go away" to college. i mean, i dont think that im quite ready for that. and i was just thinking the other day that if i actually got excepted to montclair, i dont relly know if i want to go. i mean i want to and everyone keeps telling me that its my futre and all that junk and i totally beleive it and all but i just dont know. i mean, i dont even have a job. or a car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 6 years ive "known" that i wanted to be an actor and last nite something came over me and  now im just not sure. i mean, acting is the only thing that i take seiriously and i care about and when im doing a play sometimes the only thing that gets me outta bed is thought of going to practice and i would be really happy acting for the rest of my life but, i had a thought last nite. what if i dont make it? imean i dont want to starve and what if i go to college and get my masters in theater and i fail. and i starve. i mean, i love acting with all my heart but i like living just a teensy bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i laso have pharenjitus. okay, first of all, ive never even heard of pharenjitus. i think my doctors a quack and made it up or something because everyone else ive asked also said that theyve never heard of it before. and it really sucks. im all kinds of conjested and i have a sore throught and i had a fever. its a pain in my ass and i had to miss school on thursday wich pissed me off because it was a choreoraphy day for the musical so now im going to be behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, some good things that have been going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got all of my cds back finally.Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite i bowled a 140. highest score ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 2 new shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily said that i was special{G}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. oh yeah, i had a cup of starbucks coffee yesterday and i just have to say that it was the most repulsive coffee that i have ever had. serioosly. it was the most disgusting liguid that i think ive tasted in a long long time if not ever. it was really really gross and im not just saying this to get in good with jian either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-9097585?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/9097585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/9097585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#9097585' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8970590</id><published>2002-01-23T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-23T11:46:39.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate school. yesterday it dawned on me that i have soooooo much stuff to do and in such little time. im not used to doing alot of work-actually im not used to doing any work at all. and now i have college applications to fill out and repports to do and auditions to make and its just so much. i have to get my applications out right away and i also have to to call the schols to arrange auditions. its so agrivating. plus i have lines to memorize for the musical and i have a monologue to memorize for the competition in vorhees on february 9th and i have to memorize this one act play thing that im doing and all my lines are in the form of monologues. not to mention that i have to choose and memorize monologues for my auditions. its alot to think about not to mention the research paper that i was just assigned and since i did such a horrible job on the one last year i really wanted to do a really good one this year. also i want to bring up my gpa. and if all that wasnt enough. i decided that i was going to start doing my regular homework. its a busy busy time for me and frankly i dont know what im gonna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i also have a really annoying cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8970590?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8970590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8970590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8970590' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8877933</id><published>2002-01-20T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-20T16:43:03.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. the past two days have been mind-numbingly boring. yesterday i played computer chess for a while and then slept alot and whatched tv in between. today ive been doing the same. friday wasnt bad thoough. my freinds and i went out and saw orange county and then ate at wendys. then emily and i went to barnes and noble. it was a preety nice nite. i dont have school tomorrow so thats pretty cool. ill probably just sleep all day though. blah. i am such an old man. oh well, what can you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8877933?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8877933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8877933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8877933' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8804602</id><published>2002-01-17T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T23:59:14.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>every muscel in body hurts. ive been exercising and weight lifting in gym class for the first time since like 8th grade and its causing me pain. it really sucks. and then, i had to dance for two hours for choreography for the musical. blah. my life has no purpose. the highlite of my days is sleeping. it makes me happy if im in bed by 9:00. tonite i couldnt go to sleep so early. i went out and i had a little too much coffee. and on top of that, going out caused me to miss a call from emily.everything sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8804602?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8804602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8804602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8804602' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8452943</id><published>2002-01-06T05:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T05:13:02.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got a 12170 in bejeweled. holy frickin' crap, i'm the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8452943?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8452943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8452943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8452943' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8451638</id><published>2002-01-06T03:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T03:16:22.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was excellent. i slept really late and then whatched a bunch of crap like down periscope and boy meets world and stuff like that. and then i went out with emily.:) we went and saw the royal tenenbaums and then got coffee at geets. the movie was really good. sigh tonite was really awesome. emily is the best. anyway...yeah then i went home and played bejewled for a while and then i went over to beths and played her in chess(i won). then we played super smash brothers. i kinda sucked at that. now i am at her computer typing my little heart away. yeah, so tonite was definately great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8451638?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8451638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8451638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8451638' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8401626</id><published>2002-01-04T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-04T07:23:24.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i missed my friggin bus. this really sucks.i missed my bus and my moms boyfriend, jim, wont be home for another hour or so. so now, i face a dillema. do i go to school late and receive a saturday detention. or do i just not show up at all. now, the thing is, my school doesnt excuse absences. and i can only miss 12 days. and ive already missed 3. also, if i dont go i cant go to musical rehearsal. and im only allowed to miss three  of them. also, i wont be allowed to go out tonite if i stay home. but, saturdays really suck so i dont really want one of them. i mean, thats 4 hours sitting at school on a saturday morning. and its not like "the breakfast club" where the princible leaves about 5 kids alone in a library and you can sit back and enjoy judd nelsons crazy antics. instead its sittting in the cold middle school for 4 hours with coach futetola breathing down your neck and having every dilinquent staring at you because you are the only person reading a book. its not fun. but, i really dont want to miss another day yet. sigh, what to do......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8401626?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8401626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8401626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8401626' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8385144</id><published>2002-01-03T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T17:33:34.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have a cold. i hate colds because even though you feel relatively well, you look and sound like an idiot. i hate it. ive been coughing and sneezzing all day and just blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was alright. it was a simple day and i talked to emily and that was cool. and then i had play practice. actually, it was kind of boring but, other than that, i cant complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8385144?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8385144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8385144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8385144' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8358026</id><published>2002-01-02T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T19:41:48.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, today was...pretty good. school went well, then i had my first musical rehearsal. and then, when i got home, emily called me. today was very cool. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8358026?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8358026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8358026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8358026' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8330209</id><published>2002-01-01T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-01-01T20:29:02.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last nite was...really nice(i guess). it was the most sedated new years eve party that ive ever been to. my freinds and i sat around talking for a few hours and than we watched mtv(im not proud of that). when the ball dropped we all just sat there staring at the tv. noone did or said anything. it was pretty funny actually. and then we all just sat aroound and whatched the breakfast club. that was good. well, i was really happy last nite but, im not going into details on why. lets just say that it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite i went to my uncle johns and had dinner. that was cool. and then beth, nathan, and i talked for a few hours about harry potter and politics. that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to read the script for the musical. blah. i didnt look at it at all over the break. man, i really dont want to go back to school tomorrow. im gonna have to get up early and stuff. that really sucks. blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: girls really suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8330209?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8330209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8330209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2002_01_01_archive.html#8330209' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8299711</id><published>2001-12-31T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T12:31:23.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh, up at the " butt-crack" of noon. well, happy new years eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8299711?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8299711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8299711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8299711' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8291853</id><published>2001-12-31T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-31T01:59:28.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, ive said it before and ill say it again. girls are stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far(up until last nite) this has been a very nice vacation. ive spent the whole time sleeping and reading. ive been avoiding my friends and just been...resting. its been very nice though. my friends ended up dragging me out of the comfort of my bed to go to a "holiday" party. it was pretty boring. i just sat around the whole time wishing to go back home so i could go back to sleep. the worst part was that there was this gay guy(not that im a homophobe or anything, i just dont like seeing men run around in thongs)running around in a thong with a and a dildo. it was very disturbing. but at anyrate, i would have rather been home watching "hook".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonite i went out with my cousins beth and craig and beths boyfriend nathan. we went bowling and to pizza hut. i did pretty crappy in bowling and ate too much at pizza hut. there was this really really annoying group of bowlers next to us to. thy were all very loud and they had this little kid that took like 20 min for each shot. and then i hurt my finger in air hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think that i need to go to sleep ar something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8291853?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8291853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8291853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8291853' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8224660</id><published>2001-12-28T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-28T01:25:15.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i havent done a real update in guite some time so im afraid that this is going to be lengthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, im all done "its a wonderful life". that was alot of fun. every nite i had this big fan club of little girls and old people wanting my autograph. that was very flattering. and all of the old people told me that i looked like sal mineo. whom i has only heard of once before and that was last year when the lunch lady said that i looked like him. anyway, that was pretty amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after about a week of "its a wonderful life i had auditions for the musical "once apon a mattress" or better known as "the princess and the pea". i went out for the mute king since i have no real singing ability. it was a pretty rough audition but, i got the part anyway. its going to be pretty haard to do since the king is actually a pretty big part but he has to pantomime everything i he wants to say. i even have to do 2 songs in pantomime so that should be interesting to see. my friend mark (who has never done anything theatrical in his life) auditioned amd ended up with the lead so that was pretty funny because it pissed alot of people off.{g} my friend pat auditioned and got a chorus part(the funny thing is that he has done a few plays and stuff and his little brother is mark, who got the lead. mark always beats pat in everything and pat is very jealous of his 15 year old brother{g}). my friend chris also auditioned for the king but got the part of the wizard which is still a really good part that doesnt involve any singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, about a week and a half ago i got really really sick. i wasnt feeling too hot on friday the 14th so i decided that id turn in early. well, i awoke on saturday and felt kinda crappy so i slept all day. i woke on sunday though and felt horrible. i was feeling feverish and very tired(even though i slept most of saturday). and by sunday nite i had a record high tempeture of 104.6. i was feeling like total shit. i had never had a fever that high and i didnt handel it all that well at first. i spent most of the time whinning to my mom about getiing me oranje juice and tylenol. i also refused to eat for a few days and that wasnt good because that caused me to become very weak and lite headed. yeah, so that sucked alot.i was back in shool by thursday though. i insisnted on going back as soon as possible since my school has made that stupid new rule about not allowed any excused absences. nothing counts as an excused absence. nothing. not a doctors note, a college day, a death in the family, nothing. so i dont want to go and miss to many days and end up not graduating. that would piss me off so much if i didnt graduate because i missed one day too many. and 12 days isnt alot. so i have to miss my days carefully. anyway, im much better now so thats all taken care of.{g}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on christmas eve i went to my uncle johns house as usual to see my family and exchange gifts and everything. that was fun. i got a chance to hang out with the family and everthing. and none of my annoying cousins bothered me so everything was cool. now, here is something that changed my life forever...well, i guess i hadnt eaten much that day because i was pretty hungry when i got to my uncles. and all they had were meatball sandwhiches which i have despised for as long as i can remember. now i had never actually "tasted" a meatball sandwhich or even a meatball for that matter so i never actually "knew" that i didnt like them. well anyway i was avoiding them as usual trieng to fill up on diet coke but, it just wasnt working. i needed food so i reluctantly helped myself to a meatball sandwhich. and, surprisingly, it wasnt that bad. so i hate three more of them and each one didnt suck even more than then the one before. so now, after 17 years of loathing meatball sanwhiches, it turns out that i actually kind of like them.{g}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas was ok. ive had this problem for the past few years about not being in the christmas spirit on christmas. sure, ill sometimes feel it in october or the middle of july but when the time actually comes, it feels like just anther day. its very dissapointing. im not one of those angsty teens that think that im too good for christmas or anything like that. im actually quite fonf of it. and i always look forward to it. but when it comes around, theres no excitement. i dont get all anxious to open presents and i dont wake up super early and i just dont have the same feelings towards it as i used too. its really depressing when christmas, argumentally the best holiday, just doesnt do it for you anymore....it wasnt bad though. i did get some very nice gifts from my family. and i ate some awesome food at my uncle johns that nite. and my cousin bobby asked me to go see "how high" with him. now i have no interest what so ever in seeing the movie but, it was still nice of him to invite me. it wasnt all good though. my cousins girlfriend made fun of my pants and my extremely annoying cousin christopher was being his normal obnoxious self. but all in all i suppose that i had a fairly merry christmas.{g}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i just finished the 4th harry potter book tonite. let me just say that that book was an emotional rollercoaster. i cant really reveal why because many people havent read the book and i dont want to ruin it for them but let me just say this....wow. i cant beleive what my eyes were reading. i actualy re read alot of passages not beleiving what i had just read. it was incredible. not very satisfying however unlike the other 3 that left me with a great feeling of deep satisfaction. dont get me wrong, the charecters were all as charming as usual (except for malfoy who makes me want to puke) but it was so very different. there is alot of crap in it that you wouldnt beleive if i told you. also there isnt enough of ginny who i am particulary fond of and i want her and harry to get married even though that would never happen. oh well, it was alot to handel and i know that ill be thinking about it until the next one comes out so blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8224660?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8224660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8224660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8224660' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-8159241</id><published>2001-12-24T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-24T01:59:29.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't think that there was a duracell bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://willaston.netfirms.com/duracell.gif"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;A HREF="http://willaston.netfirms.com/test.htm"&gt;Corporate Mascot Test&lt;/A&gt; at Willaston's Lounge!&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-8159241?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8159241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/8159241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#8159241' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-7651390</id><published>2001-12-04T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T21:30:49.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, these are my kids in the hall charecter thingys  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   # 1 Hecubus &lt;br /&gt;# 2 Cabbagehead &lt;br /&gt;# 3 Sir Simon Milligan &lt;br /&gt;# 4 Darrill &lt;br /&gt;# 5 Gavin &lt;br /&gt;# 6 Jerry &amp; Jerry Sizzler &lt;br /&gt;# 7 Leslie &lt;br /&gt;# 8 Melanie &lt;br /&gt;# 9 Chicken Lady &lt;br /&gt;# 10 Weston Esterhazy, Confidante to the Stars &lt;br /&gt;# 11 Buddy Cole &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thats pretty interesting. well, i just got home from practice and im really beat so, im going to bed. goodnite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-7651390?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7651390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7651390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_12_01_archive.html#7651390' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-7216174</id><published>2001-11-18T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-18T12:06:12.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, so i missed the meteor shower last nite. i got home from my friends house at like a quarter to nine. and i got online as soon as i got home. i bored with that after like 20 min because i was really really tired. so, i figured id take a nap. i woke up at 12 and called my cousin beth cause i was supposed to watch it with her and there was no answer. so i figured id stay up and try back later. that plan did not work however because i fell asleep like 10 min after that. i am such a baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-7216174?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7216174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7216174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7216174' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-7098707</id><published>2001-11-13T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T17:29:30.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, so i was at practice today and this kid ben who plays my brother came up to me and said "hey mark, what do you think of my hat" and he was wearing the hat that i was supposed to be wearing and so, like an idiot i started chasing after him. like im 5 or something . well, anyway, so im chasing him and i must have tripped over my own feet and the next thing that i know i fall into the flag pole and i go head first into the brick wall in the theater. so now, i have a concusion, a huge lump on my temple, and a scratch down the side of my head. so i guess todays lesson is DONT HORSE AROUND.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-7098707?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7098707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7098707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7098707' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-7036155</id><published>2001-11-11T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T11:53:48.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> well, these are my results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Results Page # 1 Kevin McDonald &lt;br /&gt;# 2 Bruce McCulloch &lt;br /&gt;# 3 Mark McKinney &lt;br /&gt;# 4 Dave Foley &lt;br /&gt;# 5 Scott Thompson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i have to study my lines today but i really dont feel like it. i really have to though because im supposed to be off book tomorrow. blah. i just dont feel like doing anything today. i tired myself out from yesterday. i walked like 4 miles to go to this show that my friends band was plaing at and that pretty much did it. i am so pathetic. blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love mcdonalds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-7036155?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7036155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7036155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7036155' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-7014265</id><published>2001-11-10T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-11-10T09:30:32.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i took the sats a week ago. i know that i did really realy bad. im positive of it. i guess ill have to take them again but, i dont really want to spend another 25 dollars to wake up early on a saturday morning to take a stupid test. i mean, i knew i was gonna do bad, but i didnt realize this bad. all i want is a 1040i would be happy with that.i probably got like a 600 if im lucky. i mean, its my own fault so i shouldnt complain too much. i mean, i didnt study. i didnt look at the practice packet. i didnt get that much sleep the night before. if i didnt feel like reading a question i would just guess blindly. and, ya know that part of the math section that isnt multiple choice. ya know, the part wherre theres that chart- grid thing or whatever. yeah, well i decided that it wasnt worht my time to do "non multiple choice" quetstions so, i just skipped over them. i think i may have possibly did everything wrong. and i just didnt care. sigh. oh well, i guess theres allways next time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. i cant beleive im up so early. i have to be at practice at 11 so i cant really go back to sleep because it takes me forever to get ready. its not even practice though, thats the stupid part. we have to go around, door to door and try to raise money for the stupid play. this crap makes me mad. my school is so bloody cheap. i hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ya know what is driving me crazy? the fact that the clock on the bottom of my computer is wrong. it says that its 11:15 when really its like9:15. stupid computer clock. the hell if i know how to fix it. and its allways messing with my mind. like just now i thought that i was late for my damn play thing. grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least my favorite holliday is almost here. well, its this month at any rate. i love thanksgiving. all the delicious food. getting to talk to  my ghetto cousin johnny. playing super breakout with beth for like 5 hours. good times. it does have its downfalls too thoguh. like having to sit at the "kids" table with my anerexic cousin dawny and my mutant cousin christopher who gets a thrill out of hitting me repeatedly. oh, yeah, if thats not a good time, then i dont know what is. all in all though i always enjoy thanksgiving. even though beth wasnt there last year and that kinda sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok this is the last thing im saying. i like frittos scoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-7014265?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7014265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/7014265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_11_01_archive.html#7014265' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-6678688</id><published>2001-10-28T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-10-28T12:19:02.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got the urge to start playing my bass again so i spent like an hour copying tabs from harmony central because i dont have a printer. blah.&lt;br /&gt;     halloween is so close. i cant beleive it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-6678688?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6678688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6678688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6678688' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-6352091</id><published>2001-10-15T10:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-15T10:33:40.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, well, halloween is coming and that is very cool. this month is going by so freakin fast.yeah,i had another day off from school today so that is cool. i didnt have to go last monday either. and i have a half day on halloween and in november i have like 9 days off in a row. thats almost as much as a christmas break. all of this is very cool. i still dont know what im going to do for halloween. this is all crazy.oh, i got a new computer too. thats really awesome because my last computer was so freakin slow. oh yeah, i just took the news radio quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       1. bill mcneal&lt;br /&gt;       2. joe garelli&lt;br /&gt;       3. max louis&lt;br /&gt;       4. beth&lt;br /&gt;       5. jimmy james&lt;br /&gt;       6. lisa miller&lt;br /&gt;       7. matthew brock&lt;br /&gt;       8. dave nelson&lt;br /&gt;       9. catherine duke&lt;br /&gt;well, thats pretty cool. only, i dont see how im more like lisa then dave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-6352091?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6352091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6352091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6352091' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-6330702</id><published>2001-10-14T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-14T13:36:04.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>girls are the dumbest people alive.i hate them. theyre all dumb, selfish, evil, evil, people. they all just "play you out" and then let you down. and youre left feeling lonely and miserable. theyre not worth my time and i hate them all. girls are the dumbest people alive. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-6330702?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6330702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6330702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6330702' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-6193371</id><published>2001-10-08T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-10-08T11:59:43.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i got the part that i wanted for the play. that rocks only alot. its alot more work then i had bagained for but, its ok. im still hapy. ive been having to spend alot of time with the girl that plays marry and shes cool and all but i had to spend like my whole weekend with her going over the script, so its kinda boring. we ate chinese last nite though so that was really cool. i got th grandfather chicken with the porkfried rice and an eggrole. it was really yummy. well, everything is ok right now. to anyone i dont talk to much, please, talk to me sometime. id love to hear from you. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-6193371?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6193371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/6193371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_10_01_archive.html#6193371' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5949622</id><published>2001-09-27T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-27T07:47:22.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, this is a shitty beginning to a veery stressful week. i missed my bus and nobodys home to take me to school and i have my audition today. im going out for george bailey from its a wonderful life. i really want that pert. if i dont get it, i might set myself on fire or something. it really sucks. i think that id be best for it too. but now, all im doing is sitting here drinking cup after cup of some good old tasreers choice. oh well, i gguess maybe if i dont get it, the worst that will happen is ill just have a nervouse breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5949622?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5949622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5949622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5949622' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5627543</id><published>2001-09-11T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-13T17:28:09.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shoprites all over are going out of buissness because of the strike...major roads are being closed down...my school has us pracically in lock down...and our country is being attacked by terrorists. what the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5627543?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5627543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5627543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5627543' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5597121</id><published>2001-09-10T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-10T17:07:38.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so school is really dumb. i hate all of my classes. at least the day seems to go by quickly. its so damn frusturating. i am going to audition for select singers even though i know that i have no chane in hell at making it. my friend talked me into it because there arent to many guys this year. and when i had to sing so my teacher could find my voice part i did really bad. i couldnt find the notes at all and i was really nervous so i was singing flat. i allways do so much better at my voice lessons.  and i really want to make select singers too. it would be good for me. it would look good for college too. and help me suck up to the musical director so i could get a decent part. this sucks, im never gonna be an actor at this rate.whs can go straight to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i have to register to take the sats. that sucks.im gonna do all bad and feel like an idiot. i was gonna register today in school but all my friends talked me into just doing it online so i could go to geets but i dont know how to register online so now im screwed. oh well, my life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5597121?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5597121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5597121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5597121' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5576042</id><published>2001-09-09T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-09T14:00:54.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, so ive started reading harry potter. im only done the first chaptr so far but im gonna read more today. i had a weird dream last nite. i dreamt that beth became like this really crazy person and started blowing things up. she was blowing alot of things up too...she blew up like half of williamstown not to mention all of the celebritiies houses she was sending bombs to. ans she didnt know how to make a bomb so she had craig building them for her. and craig didnt aprove of her blowing things up but she was aparently paying him pretty well so he did it anywway. yeah, it was pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so i hate school alot. im only alowed to miss 12 school days all year. thats it. i no longer have excused absencses. its really messed up. it doesnt matter if someone in my family dies or if i get severely ill nothing counts as am excused absence. i cant survive a whole school year with a mere 12 days. its total bullshit. i shoul like organize a walk out or a strike or somrthing . telling the board that noone will go to their school unless my demands are met. or, since the whole teachers staff is working without a contract,i should convince them alll to go on strike. or i could just get beth to blow the whole blooody place up. that would show 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5576042?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5576042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5576042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5576042' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5567673</id><published>2001-09-08T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T23:31:53.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, so i went to ponderosa today. it was awesome. i ate alot of food and beth said that i couldent eat anymore but i would have. i could have though. i couldve eaten 9 more plates of food but beth thought that i was gonna vomit. oh well, theres allways next time. yeah, so now that school has started again i once again appreciate the weekend. and i love ice cream allways and forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5567673?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5567673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5567673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5567673' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5552620</id><published>2001-09-08T00:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T00:09:02.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"all i know about scientology is that you go into the middle of the desert and there is a big space ship and people make you write out a big check and if you dont they kill you." that amusing statement was made the one and only jiminy glick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so im back in school now. now, being a senior is kinda cool but my classes suck a lot of ass. i have no friends in any of my classes except lunch. my lunch is cool though. and my classes are REALLY easy but thats because i took all bullshit classes. my classses are filled with all potheads,dillinquents,and morons.im like the smartest kid in all my classes and thats just sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah,ive decided that all girls are either dumb, annoying,slutty,or evil(except dianne,my best friend, of course)high school is no place to pick up girls. and if girls dont change after high school then im gonna be a very lonely person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5552620?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5552620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5552620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_09_01_archive.html#5552620' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5408953</id><published>2001-08-31T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-31T14:12:04.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, so shaved my head into a mohawk. im not gonna keep my hair like this or anything but it does look really funny. im gonna get it all shaved before school starts but this whole week shall be known as THE WEEK OF MARKS MOWHAWK.so if anyone is interested in seeing this wacky doo, than they better get a hold of me before its too late....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5408953?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5408953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5408953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5408953' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5259859</id><published>2001-08-23T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-23T17:35:53.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so i gotta start school in 2 weeks. that really sucks. its not that its my senior year that upsets me. its not the work ill have to do(because i usually dont do it anyway). and its not that ill have to see people i hate for five days a week again. its because i have to start getting up aat 6 oclockin the morning again. its hard enough for me to get my lazy fat ass out of bed by noon let alone 6 0clock in the bleedin morning. i hate this. in other news...my friend pats birthday is tomorrow. thats cool for him i guess. i wish i was gonna be 18 tomorrow. i feel so young and i hate it. oh well.....ya know what sucks? the fact that im a bad person. i wont go into any details but for those of you who know me, you know what i mean. oh well, thats all i guess...sigh................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5259859?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5259859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5259859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5259859' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5225700</id><published>2001-08-22T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-22T00:41:37.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am the worlds greatest hacker! im sure you guys saw the chaos that i did on beths blog. hahahahahahahahahahah! nice huh? ive been geting pretty addicted to the internet. i feel like it gives me some kind of weird energy. i know that that sounds creepy. i pulled another all niter last nite. in goin on 3hours sleep. it sucks but im back on line so i feel refreshed. i was talking to 14 year olds and playing this cornay-assed lemonade stand game. i really got to stop using the computer so much. ah, but i like it so much. it feels good to blog again.i havent done it in a while. too busy hacking and stuff. mickey dolenz is definately the man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5225700?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5225700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5225700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5225700' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5129086</id><published>2001-08-16T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-16T14:49:41.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as you all can tell by my last post , i NEVER get any email. beth always says "you never check your email" and thats because i never have any email. nathan was supposed to send me mail and he never did. id even except junkmail or porn because i get nothing. im sick and tired of looking at my mailbox day in and day out and not recieving anything. every 5 seconds beth getsomething- even if ti is something like britney spears masterbating live or something. so, any one that reads my blog, please send me something.thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5129086?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5129086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5129086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5129086' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5126757</id><published>2001-08-16T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-16T12:41:53.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="mailto:sexmachine314@excite.com"&gt;e-mail me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5126757?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5126757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5126757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5126757' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5077916</id><published>2001-08-14T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-14T00:57:22.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i,like natedawg,like mindless repetitive work. idont like to be challenged. i just want to sit back relax and not think about or pay attention to the job im doing.......maybe ill be a cab driver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5077916?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5077916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5077916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5077916' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5077641</id><published>2001-08-14T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-14T00:41:03.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like to play computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5077641?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5077641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5077641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5077641' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5076447</id><published>2001-08-13T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-13T23:33:39.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my voice lesson was cancelled today. i gotta go thursday now. ispent most of tonite harrasing people on the internet and taking those crazyassed spark tests. which i do bad on all of them. they make me out to be a heartless,violent,nonfunny,slutty,bastard. its really not cool. i really want to go and see the others. it looks really good. well pretty good, its only pg13. yeah, ive been spending way too much time on the computer lately. oh well.........its been incredibly toot hot. and yet rainy all weekend.weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5076447?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5076447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5076447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5076447' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5070694</id><published>2001-08-13T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-13T17:42:00.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love cheesesteaks. im broke and it sucks. i also miss my bass. i havent seen it in like 4 months. i want to start playing again. i have a desire to finally start my band and get good at the bass. as of right now i really suck. but practice makes perfect. speaking of practice i have to get ready for my voice lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5070694?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5070694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5070694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5070694' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-5025598</id><published>2001-08-10T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-10T21:03:59.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i went to philly today. i went with my friend mike who lives inmissouri. he goes home tomorrow and he wanted to do something different for his last day here. so we almost gave ourselves hart attacks. it was probably 100 degrees today and we walked about 100 blocks. we went to the art museum and that was cool. we also went to china town to look for knunchucks. we didnt find any. thats mainly because 95% of china town is all food reastraunts. than we went to south street and i bought an earing and a big wig cd. and than when we were beat beyond all recognition it began to pour. we were drenched and all of a sudden freezing.im still wet. it was definately..........interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-5025598?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5025598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/5025598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#5025598' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4999337</id><published>2001-08-09T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-09T13:30:57.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>single white male seaking a smart comley mate. likes ninja turtles and cake. just kidding. another scorchingly hot day here in cecil. im really bored. i wanna go to a concert but there isnt any good ones coming up that i know of . if any one knows of any good punk shows that are coming around my general area please let me know. for those of you that dont know my email address its sexmachine314@excite.com(i know its corney but in a dumb way i think its funny). you folks can email me anytime because i dont get very much mail. oh well this blog is even more pointless than most of them. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4999337?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4999337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4999337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#4999337' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4982115</id><published>2001-08-08T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-08T16:18:43.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it sure is tuogh to beat the heat around here. its 100 degrees outside plus humidity which probably makes it like a million degrees. im at craigs house now. i ate a whole lotta food, let me tell you. now anyone who has ever met me knows that im not exactly "fat" but i think that i have an eating disorder. i ate a pantload of granola bars at like 3 oclock last nite. and whenever i see food i just want to gobble it all up regardless if im hungry or not. it really sucks. im no longer the trim 140 i used to be. oh well, i guess that ill just be some big fat guy when i grow up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4982115?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4982115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4982115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#4982115' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4910317</id><published>2001-08-04T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-04T18:12:35.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i had one hell of a good day yesterday. the bands, they rocked. the great bands: rancid,H2o,big whig,the vandels, less than jake, the impossibles, and a pant load of  cool local bands. the best performance has to go to big whig. keep in mind that rancid was great but big whig had a better show. they did 2 covers(cheers,knowlege) they also made fun of there bass player because he quit the band to be the roadie for fenix tx. the food was overpriced but all i got was a piece of pizza and like 3 bottles of water. it was awesome. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4910317?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4910317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4910317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#4910317' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4882356</id><published>2001-08-03T00:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T00:42:39.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im most like sophia.........nice.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4882356?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4882356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4882356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#4882356' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4882154</id><published>2001-08-03T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-08-03T00:30:14.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw jp3 today with beth and unc. it wasnt too bad. it was no jp1 though. then i ate at a deli. that was kinda weird and i just want to let beth no that she isnt bad. shes good.........im at my friend pats house. all jazzed about the warped tour and what not. its gonna rock. i will finallly get to see rancid. rock! tim armstrong, i believe he is a god. im gonna be withy my friends kickin and punchin people. its gonna be great. this is NOT the worst day of my life. it rules. it was really cool today because i got to see all my favorite people to hang out with(except sarah) oh well, i suck but the people in my life rule. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4882154?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4882154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4882154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_08_01_archive.html#4882154' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4815487</id><published>2001-07-30T14:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-30T14:45:52.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>piss. i still neeed to get my warped tour ticket. its like 5 days away and i dont have a ride to the mall. this sucks. that and i worked all weekend. not to happy about that. oh well, ill be gone soon. i should pump some iron. im feeling prety weak lately. i want muscles and biceps to spare. and i want every last inch of me to be covered with hair.yawn, damn, i hate yawning. oh well. i dont know why but i think everyone is or is going to make fun of me. i know that im really paranoid but i just cant get over the fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. ponderosa rules and anyone that thinks otherwise is a massive butt-slutt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4815487?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4815487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4815487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4815487' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4748627</id><published>2001-07-26T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-26T17:21:22.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok so i am going to quit my job. they accused me of stealing again so i have had it. im going to work a few more days , save a bit of money and quit. it really pisses me off when people accuse me of stuff that i didnt do. i dont need this bullshit. yeah, but anyway....... this summer has been so different for me. all summer used to be for me was no school. that was prety much it. and for some reason this year i have rediscovered my love for  summery things. like ice cream and swimming pools and the beach- stuff that i used to care less about. its really crazy. ive also rediscovered my love for coffee. the other day my pat, chris and i went to geets at like 5 oclock in the morning. i had alot of  coffee and the all american omlett. it was good. more importantly than that though, it was nice. and we all know how refreshing nice can be. i also went to an amusement park and had a really good time. its like the kid in me lives again and that in itself is just nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. anyone that doesnt think that teenaged mutant ninja turtles 1 isnt a masterpiece is a friggin moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4748627?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4748627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4748627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4748627' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4644393</id><published>2001-07-20T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T16:41:53.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is my impression of a friend of a friends blog........eh hem....blah blah blah chuck. blah blah chuck. blah blah blah blah chuck. blah blah blah chuck. blibbiddy blibbidy blah bla.....chuck.......the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. the reel big fish show rocked my socks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4644393?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4644393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4644393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4644393' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4522868</id><published>2001-07-13T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-13T12:43:52.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, in a few hours i will be enjoying the rockin sounds of reel big fish and goldfinger. hopefully all goes well. ive been feeling really doubtful about everything lately. a couple of days ago i had to have a meeting with my boss. he told me i wasnt working well enough and that i had to bring up my performance. which probably means that im going to get fired soon. he said that im not working fast enough even though im working as fast as i can. oh well, whatever........... i went to wal-mart with my mom after work last nite. i bought  some pants and socks  because that allways cheers me up. i also got the new catch 22 cd and the new punk-o-ramma cd. theyre pretty good. oh yeah, and strawberry frozen fruit bars are as delicious as they are nutritious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4522868?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4522868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4522868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4522868' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4522867</id><published>2001-07-13T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-13T12:43:50.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, in a few hours i will be enjoying the rockin sounds of reel big fish and goldfinger. hopefully all goes well. ive been feeling really doubtful about everything lately. a couple of days ago i had to have a meeting with my boss. he told me i wasnt working well enough and that i had to bring up my performance. which probably means that im going to get fired soon. he said that im not working fast enough even though im working as fast as i can. oh well, whatever........... i went to wal-mart with my mom after work last nite. i bought  some pants and socks  because that allways cheers me up. i also got the new catch 22 cd and the new punk-o-ramma cd. theyre pretty good. oh yeah, and strawberry frozen fruit bars are as delicious as they are nutritious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4522867?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4522867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4522867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4522867' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4430376</id><published>2001-07-07T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-07T23:31:17.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i got someone to cover friday for me so provided i can still get a ride i can go to the reel big fish show. yay! and i still have off saturday so i can go golfing next weekend. yay again! that does mean that i have to work all week except for friday. that kinda sucks but hey, at least ill have money. i still have to get concert tickets and all of that bs. oh well, at least there is still hope for the show. its gonna be alot of fun too, i can just tell. i mean, anyone who has ever listened to them can tell that its gonna be a high energied show and reel big fish and goldfinger are just fun bands. theyre my "happy" music. its gonna rock. yeah, but anyway........im a loser and i called sarah again. i dont know why i do this to myself. i mis her so i call her and that just makes me feel like crap. and than three days later i do it again. im too pathetic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4430376?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4430376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4430376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4430376' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4418488</id><published>2001-07-07T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-07T00:16:16.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive had a soar throat for like 3 weeks. it really sucks. i went to the mall tonite with pat and hardwick. i tried the new cheesey, crunchy from taco bell. it was pretty good. pat was looking for shoes, thats why we went to the mall in the first place. then when i mentioned there being an arbys in the mall pat said and i guote, " screw this guys, we're going to arbys" it was pretty funny. well, i mmay not be able to go tho see reel big fish. that really sucks.i was really starting to look forward to that too.&lt;br /&gt; oh well, what will be, will be. i guess thats kind of a life lesson in a way. sometimes, no matter how sure you are of something, if it wasnt " meant to be" i guess theres really nothing you can do about it. that really sucks. i tried so hard to go to this concert. im not gonna give up but i have a gut feeling that its not going to happen. i really dont want to believe that we're all just pawns in somebodys game. i wanna believe that we do have control in our lives. i guess ill figure it out someday. or will i? i could spend my whole life blaming myself for shit that i really had no control of. wouldnt that be just lovely. oh well i guess ill never truely know a  question like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4371320</id><published>2001-07-04T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-04T01:06:34.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4371320?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4371320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4371320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4371320' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4357211</id><published>2001-07-03T08:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T08:07:19.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just spent the entire nite on the internet. it was crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4357211?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4357211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4357211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4357211' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4354382</id><published>2001-07-03T01:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-03T01:39:56.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People that say that it is better to have loved and lost than to never loved at all havent tried it. i broke up with my girlfriend 5 months ago and i still havent gotten over it. it really sucks. today would have been our 1 year anniversary. i really miss her. i called her today and she didnt know or care that it would have been our anniversary. it really made me feel like crap. i know that im just being stupid but it sucks. oh well, i guess ill get over it someday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4354382?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4354382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4354382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4354382' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4347526</id><published>2001-07-02T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-07-02T16:58:52.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really bored. i havent done anything really fun or exciting in a long time. i just sit around playing video games in my free time. its kinda lame if you think about it. yesterday i was in an amusement park mood. i just really wanted to go to one yesterday. like great adventure or something. i havent seen many of friends in awhile either. i feel like everyone is trying to avoid me. it really sucks. i havent been to the movies in a long time either. oh well i guess things will pick up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4347526?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4347526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4347526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_07_01_archive.html#4347526' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4287942</id><published>2001-06-28T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-28T14:54:46.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its another lazy summer day. i really want a peanut butter milkshake. ive been cravin one now for like 2 days. i love milkshakes. i dont even have the money for one though. its really sad that as much money as i make i am still broke. thats because i spend more than a 13 year old vally girl. they olost my tip share from tuesday nite too. i was kinda pissed about that. they said theyd have to look for it and im supposed to call them later today. but anyway............oh, guess who i talked to yesterday. sarah. i finally broke down and called her. i know, im a loser. it was really good to talk to her though. ireally miss her. i am so pathertic. but i digress. yeah i got an unseen album at thye antiflag show and its really good. i really want to go to the reel big fish/goldfinger show. im tryin to get people to go with me so if anyone else wants to go than you know where you find me. i cant wait until i see rancid. ive been jazzed aboutm that for like 2 months and i still have two more to go. oh well, i guess thats all. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps "T-Bone the fat 40oz man was here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4287942?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4287942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4287942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4287942' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4202581</id><published>2001-06-23T01:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-23T01:08:36.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"its been a hard days night and ive been working like a dog" yeah, i just got home from work and even though im pretty beat im in a pretty damn good mood. i dont really know why but ive been really happy lately. its pretty cool. tonight at work the bartender tipped me 5 dollars for helping him out even though its my job to help him. it was really cool. now i am 5 dollars- richer move over bill gates! well boys and girls, im gonna go. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4202581?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4202581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4202581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4202581' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4196308</id><published>2001-06-22T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T16:21:25.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all right everyone, stop, collaborate,and listen. craig and i just tore up super mario 3. i havent played that game in years and damnitt it felt good. i was luigi and i kicked some gumba ass. that and diet coke is very good(especially shaken not stirred)ok, thats all. take care of yourselves and each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4196308?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4196308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4196308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4196308' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4192755</id><published>2001-06-22T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-22T12:33:28.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well,school is out and the summer isnt as relaxing as i had hoped. i have work all the time and that sucks. the only good part about that is that i now have lots of money. i bought 5 really awesome cds last weekend. i got the newest reel big fish cd, the newest rancid cd, the lars fredrickson and the bastards cd and 2 antilag cds. oh, and tomorrow beth and i are going to see antiflag. beths scared but im really jazzed. oh yeah, another cool thing is that i dont have to go to summer school! how much does that rock! im kinda weirded out about being a senior though. it just doesnt seem right to me. and the weirdest thing has happened to me over the last couple of weeks. i have rediscovered the joy of video games. i havent really enjoyed video games since i was like 12 and now the love the joy the obsession, and the tired mind and eyes  is all back and stronger than ever. its really weird. oh and yet another weird thing is that ive used my computer like 3 times this week. its nuts. its like im in this weird bizaro world where i like video games, i have money, i use my computer , and for once im not worried about school.wow, i guess my summer isnt too bad (except that i really do hate work.) its totally crazy.oh well, im gonna go now. see you all in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4192755?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4192755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4192755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4192755' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-4000609</id><published>2001-06-10T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-06-10T00:36:22.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. howz it goin? im ok i guess. i only have one more week of school left so thats cool. yeah, school is usually like a tv show for me. i just mill around giving high fives to people and making fun of all of the vp's. but now its really uncool because i have finals and ever since my girlfriend dumped me all of these really obnoxious girls have been hitting on me. its really annoying. on a good note though i did get the job at outback. its not that bad. its a million times better than the bk. that and my golf game has improved. and me and beth(who is currently mocking me) are going to the antiflag concert in like 2 weeks. so thats cool. oh well im gona go now. well all my love to dawson and everyone else who is nice enough to be inerested in what i have to say and think. tootels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-4000609?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4000609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/4000609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_06_01_archive.html#4000609' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-3876165</id><published>2001-05-31T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-05-31T16:52:11.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo yo yo. wuzup. nothing here. i cut school today to go golfing. yeah,my frinds matt, pat, hardwick,and i skipped school to go golfing. arent we bad asses. after that we walked around rowan for a little bit so we could get notes. it was pretty fun i guess except that i really suck at golfing. i thought that i was alright but iwas definately wrong. i did have a delicious breakfast at mcdonalds though. and after all that i went for an interview at the outback. it went prety well even though its just a bustboy job. id do prety good in tips anyway.yeah. oh well, im really tired so im gonna go.later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-3876165?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/3876165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/3876165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_05_01_archive.html#3876165' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-3227349</id><published>2001-04-16T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-16T14:26:25.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all. how is everyone? im ok but i have a cold. yeah im just at craigs house doin nothing really. my hair is still yellow though. im gonna dye it tonite though. prbably before i make that mixed tape for beth. yeah nothing exciting has been going on in my life. my girlfriend dumped me, i have yellow hair, im coming down with a cold, my job sucks and i have no money. but aside from that everything is just peachy. yeah, i have reached a new level in loserness. oh well i have nothing constuctive to say so ill be on my way. hey this blogg only took me a record two hours to write! see yall later. peace and love to my boy dr. dre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-3227349?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/3227349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/3227349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3227349' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-3092855</id><published>2001-04-06T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2001-04-06T13:50:15.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody! how is everyone?im cool. im in college now. can you believe it? im here with the remarkable elizabeth jane ellis. and for some reason im really craving a chicken salad wrap. i had one at a coffee shop about 2 months ago and it was unbelievable. oh yeah, guess what, im a juvenile dillenquent now. ive ben suspended for the first time in my life. it blows too. its all because of the evil vice pricipal. high school is dumb. it can suck me. yeah well im gonna go. lots of love to all my peeps. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-3092855?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/3092855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/3092855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_04_01_archive.html#3092855' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-2995606</id><published>2001-03-30T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-03-30T16:05:16.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.hey everyone!(all 3 of you) howz everyone doing? well, its a rainey friday afternoon and im chillin with my #1 homeboy craig. yeah, ihavent wrritten in my blog since feb. the truth is that i kinda forgott about it. but its cool.ive got my second show of pater pan to do tonite. i dont really feel like doing it though but oh well. oh,beth and nathan. you should go 45 min earley. that would be your best bet. even though i dont think theyre going to sell out. there were like 30 people there last nite. it was really dumb. you guys should go earlyjust to be safe.ok, im gonna go cause this took me like an hourto write.i love all.......especially nathan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-2995606?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2995606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2995606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_03_01_archive.html#2995606' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-2258558</id><published>2001-02-05T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-02-05T20:22:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi.well, i think everyone will be interested to know that i am a woman. oh yeah, and not only that but i am almost 80% positively a woman. yeah, the gender test can suck me. but anyway, i realized that i spent all my money and valentines day is like a week away. somebodies gonna be sleeping on the couch next week. yeah and i have work and school all weeek long. yeah, it really bloows. but this weekend i went to my friends band practice and they let me sing a song. i know thats pretty gay and i really fucked up the lyrics but my friend pat said that i was keeping time like a mother fucker so that was pretty cool. i cant wait to start learning crap on bass. my friend mark said that its really easy to play once you get the hang of it. and this weekend i learned that antiflag and operation ivey really do kick my ass. well, all irealy have left to say is that i want to die by snoose snoose. well, ill see you all next time. later. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-2258558?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2258558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2258558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2258558' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-2224441</id><published>2001-02-02T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-02-02T21:32:14.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello everybody. how're you. im really good except that working at bk blows and being a dancing pirate for a gay captain hook is alot harder than i thought it would be. but now is all well because now im just chillin at beths house listenin to baby got back by the brilliant composer/artist sir mix alot. a week ago i went to a rockin they might be giants concert. and i always new how cool the johns were but i had no idea that they were so funny. but i had alot of fun because i know how to shake my fists at the rock show. it definately was not bullshit.yeah and today is me and sarahs 7th month anniversary. i also bought my bass today so yellow ghetto(previously yellow bandaid) can get started.yeah life is cool except for the things that suck. like the fact that i have work tomorrow from 11 to 7 sucks. and that i have to go to highschool. ireally hate school, it can suck me. but next month, not only will i be the big 17 but i also get to see the monkees. well since i type really really slow ill go now.bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-2224441?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2224441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2224441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_02_01_archive.html#2224441' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-2132831</id><published>2001-01-26T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-01-26T15:09:12.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello all. i hope everybody is doing well.well, things are going pretty well in my life. my girlfriend bought me all kinds of cool crap for late xmas including a casey jones action figure. she also got me the first rancid cd which is awesome. and she ot me a spiked bacelet and my favorite cologne(polo sport. the real stuff too, not somethig called polarbear sport).yeah and next week im buying my friend dominics bass off of him. so now yellow bandaid can soon start practicing. and tomorrow i go to see acool ass concert with my companion craig and my cousin beth and her manslave nathan(hope nobody is affended by that.) and next month i go to see antiflag.well kids, its been fun but i botta go. bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-2132831?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2132831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2132831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rancid.blogspot.com/2001_01_01_archive.html#2132831' title=''/><author><name>mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05413778285656911450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2065323.post-2081078</id><published>2001-01-22T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2001-01-22T21:37:47.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello my friends!how are you.i just have to say that whs and working at burger king suck. today was pretty lame.  i went to school and didnt learn any thing except that apparently it is illeagel to not sulute the flag. personally i think that it is pretty gay . i mean, ive got better things to do in homeroom than pretend that i have pride in my country. i could be sleeping or doing homework or making fun of the annoying kid that sits next to me. america blows anyway. id rather live in canada or the uk. work sucks too. but at least im getting paid for that.and i learn more too. like that all chicken products at burger king are also made with rib meat. well, i type really slow and im on beths computer because mine is severely homosexual so im gonna go. so until next time , take care of each other and yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2065323-2081078?l=rancid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2065323/posts/default/2081078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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