<?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-5440658</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:17:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kink..</title><subtitle type='html'>Attention Deficiit Disorder- A Practical Guide for Teachers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5440658.post-106247312414681349</id><published>2003-09-01T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T20:25:24.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"vegetarians don't piss me off because they dont eat meat. vegetarians piss me off because they get all high and mighty whenever the topic of meat comes up. because they always believe that the way they live their lives is better than the way i live mine and they have got all the facts to prove it. THAT is why vegetarians piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are no better than me because of your diet. you're just a smuck who thinks that they can change the world one salad at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;molly's got the right idea. she does'nt condescend people because they eat meat. and when she says she does'nt care what other people eat, she means it, as opposed to the arrogant assholes who use it to try and seem like less of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being a vegetarian doesnt make you any better than anyone else. get it through your fucking head."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106247312414681349?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106247312414681349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106247312414681349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106247312414681349' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106218335193459647</id><published>2003-08-29T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T12:03:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ORIENTATION_WAS_NUTS  I LOVE HIGHSCHOOL. DHS is so huge, it's incredible. i'll probably memorize my route to each of my classes like, halfway through the year. I have a lot of classees in X hall though. which is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go from I hall to R hall to G hall to X hall to Q hall to the cafe to X hall and stay there for three periods.  excersize? i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X hall is HUGE. and white. it gives you the feeling that you're walking through an insane asylumn and you're the patient. it's sort of eerie. we should paint the walls neon green or something. me and julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met julie today, and let me say, she is genuinely one of the coolest people i've met in highschool thus far. we just seem to click, like we share common interests (music, sports, art, poetry, etc.), some common friends, and even some common jewlery (hers is cooler though.). she told me she had a feeling that we'd get along "really fucking well," and i agree. she's really funny too. and likes monty python. thus i respect her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a whole bunch of other people too, as well as reuniting with my bestest friends from middle school. i was so excited to see everyone again this morning when we arrived, i was shaking xD.  my opinions of people have definately changed, and i don't have to worry about getting nervous around Frank (you all know him as the notorious Fu-kun) anymore because my interests have shifted ^_^ it's a liberating feeling. i still love all my long-time friends, like shaylyn, kaitlyn, anna, laura, alana, and lauren. they're all so great ^_^. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did meet a LOT of new people though, what with Caruso, Holy Cross, and Shepard all coming together to form the uber-class of &lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;500&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; freshmen! Some new faces you should be aware of: &lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;Zach&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, the silent type, but he seems like a really nice guy. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: i've known her for a really long time, but i never really got to know her very well. nicknamed skate (via julie). &lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;Chris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, from Shepard. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;John P&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, from shepard. to him, i am officially "dan's sister". but anyway. he's cool. very tech-saavy. more to come! i love my class! well, most of them xD i can avoid people i don't like now; so many places to hide in that school! it really bites that i have veronica in my chem phys class. i was actually looking forward to chem phys. poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, we all got to know each other. i'm not really sure why i was freaking out like "WHAT IF EVERYONE HATES ME WHAT IF I TRIP AND MAKE AN ASS OF YOU AND ME WHAT IF WHAT IF WHAT IF!!!" turns out that's totally not the case. a lot of people actually like me! it's a crazy concept, i know, but it happens. i guess. i'm psyched. highschool is going to be soooo much better than junior high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love what i've seen of my teachers, too.  mrs. akers is AWESOME.  she's HIlarious.  She was testing my scales (she's the choral director) and we walked out of the room and i accidentally locked her keys in the room.  there was this moment of shock when i closed the door, like, ".... uh oh."  i appologized repetetively, and she forgave me (^_^) and shee just went and gott the janitor.  we've been laughing about it since (at least she won't forget who i am... right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look stoned in my ID picture.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a haircut.  just a trim though, because i'm still trying to grow it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I LOVE MY HIGHSCHOOL xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106218335193459647?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106218335193459647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106218335193459647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106218335193459647' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106209473535139820</id><published>2003-08-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T11:19:57.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that had to be the bloody nose of the century.  i was checking my e-mail like a good little girl when suddenly blood shoots out of my nose, getting all over the computer, the wall bahind it, the stairs, and my clothes.  so i ran downstairs (got blood on the wall again whoops) and tried to pinch it so it would stop but i sneezed and all hell broke loose.  it's under control now.  i cleaned everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU CARE, TOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106209473535139820?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106209473535139820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106209473535139820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106209473535139820' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106202999440209983</id><published>2003-08-27T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T17:19:54.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woooo... i hate my life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106202999440209983?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106202999440209983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106202999440209983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106202999440209983' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106201548041183155</id><published>2003-08-27T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T13:18:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW.  i got like.  an hour.  of sleep.  last night.  morning.&lt;br /&gt;i hate worrying about stuff, but it's something that i do a lot (she may seem laid-back but she's actually a REALLY PARANOID PERSON) and it keeps me up at night.  i just keep waking up every other second.  so my head is being all ELENAIHATEYOUGOBACKTOSLEEP.  it's a horrible feeling and AKOJD"PW(EIK"OJ!! bloody nose. *gets a tissue*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weirdest thing happened.  while we were in Philidelphia on our road trip of doom, we went to the Christ Church Burial Grounds, where as few know, Ben Franklin and his wife are buried.  it was the greatest; i love cemetaries.  plus it was raining all day, and the temperature was cool enough.  so i got this crazy idea to write the spirits of 1776 a letter.  so i did.  i don't remember what i wrote in it, but i enclosed my return address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT CAME IN THE MAIL!!!!!  A POSTCARD FROM THE SPIRITS OF 1776!  I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING.  though it doesn't really look like the handwriting of a dead guy.  looks like someone picked up my letter (i left it by a grave) and replied ^_^ in any case, it makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love getting/sending snail mail.  diana says she's going to send me a letter! squee~!  i got a letter from stef the other day too, they got a dog!  ^_^ i'll have to write her back today.&lt;br /&gt;i still don't even know what i'm going put in the enbelope to joe &lt;3 i'll think of something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106201548041183155?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106201548041183155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106201548041183155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106201548041183155' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106183669079341765</id><published>2003-08-25T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T11:38:10.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ungh.  i am in such a sad condition.  all that lack of sleep is finally catching up to me.  i have a cold and a constant heeadache and have to blow my nose, like, every other second.  maybe it wasn't the lack of sleep.  maybe it was that air-conditioning in new jersey.  i swear to god aunt jen's room was like antarctica at night.  and yay for forgetting pajamas.  muh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eye itches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woe is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106183669079341765?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106183669079341765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106183669079341765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106183669079341765' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106169448251169751</id><published>2003-08-23T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T20:08:02.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can take the girl out of the gutter, but you can't take the gutter out off the girl.&lt;br /&gt;advil.&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/5440658-106169448251169751?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106169448251169751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106169448251169751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106169448251169751' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106167060696452635</id><published>2003-08-23T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T13:30:06.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thx for 100 hits!  it's good to know people actually get something out of reading my issues XD&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys.  thanks for putting up with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106167060696452635?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106167060696452635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106167060696452635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106167060696452635' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106167013467264887</id><published>2003-08-23T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T13:28:42.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;now playing :: 19-2000 starchild remix :: gorillaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peru produces what the world consumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just in case any of you are my friends from school, which most likely you're not, here's my schedule for this year.  hope i see you in some of my classes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per_____course description_______days_____room________teacher________&lt;br /&gt;1............English............................MTWRF.....I113................O'Donell&lt;br /&gt;2............Treble Ens./ Advisory........MTWRF.....R100...............Akers&lt;br /&gt;3............P.E. 1-2 A........................MTWRF.....GYM................Myers&lt;br /&gt;4............Algebra 1-2......................MTWRF.....X207...............Anderson&lt;br /&gt;5............H World History................MTWRF.....Q104...............Antanakos&lt;br /&gt;6............Lunch..............................MTWRF.....CAFE...............*****&lt;br /&gt;7............Spanish 3-4.....................MTWRF.....X109...............Gordils&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;8............Free................................TRF...........................................&lt;br /&gt;8............Chem Phys.......................MW..........X211...............Waring&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9............Chem Phys.......................MTWRF....X211................Waring&lt;br /&gt;10..........Free.................................MTWRF.....................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;ANNOYING BOLD FACE DISCLAIMER:  ALL CLASSES ARE LEVEL TWO, EXCEPT HONORS WORLD HISTORY (LEVEL ONE).  SCHEDULE IS NOT SUBJECT TO CHANGE FROM SEMESTER TO SEMESTER.  EAT BAGELS.  JOIN THE ARMY.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106167013467264887?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106167013467264887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106167013467264887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106167013467264887' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106152518675745765</id><published>2003-08-21T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T21:06:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god.  when i overreact, i &lt;i&gt;&lt;a&gt;really&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; overreact.  jeez.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://dirkcrimson.keenspace.com/pics/homestarswitch.html/ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106152518675745765?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106152518675745765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106152518675745765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106152518675745765' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106143787259397624</id><published>2003-08-20T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T20:51:12.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a&gt;and i broke down there&lt;br /&gt;in that folding chair&lt;br /&gt;it was too much pain&lt;br /&gt;it was too much to bear&lt;br /&gt;and i hope you sleep well tonight&lt;br /&gt;and i'll think of us as i turn off the light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized... tonight marks the end of joe's and my independance..  with the start of school something happens, and i realized... tonight was the last real time i'll be able to talk to joe on the phone.. he's booked until late at night..  what to do, what to do.. i'm not going to see him until homecoming?!  .. that's... i hate that.  that's too long.  why did he have to go back to school so early ;_; i'd like to say that's not fair but i know that i can't change starting dates for my own reasons.  that'd be stupid.  i don't know why i even thought of that.  shut up, brain, shut up.  just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_; i'm such a retard for not remembering he started today..  wow what sobriety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate school.  i wish this summer would last forever.  but for one of us it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. ;_; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i complaining to jesse; he doesn't care.  does anybody?  i don't know.  probably not.. so.. i don't know.  i think.. i'm going to go somewhere and cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx xox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106143787259397624?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106143787259397624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106143787259397624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106143787259397624' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106142869853270313</id><published>2003-08-20T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T18:18:18.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back.  physically. [not mentally.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone is crapped.&lt;br /&gt;the car is crapped my brain is crapped the house is crapped the winshield is crapped my life is crapped but my diary is FULL UP WORD ALL YOU FOOLS BETTER RECOGNISE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my favorite quote from my diary is "THERE'S NOTHING QUITE LIKE SOUR CREAM IN THE MORNING."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i'm back.  i didn't think i'd live.  woohoo.  apathy.  i hate you leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;give me few days and i'll be back and uplaod my diary or something.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i'm making kinkwear.&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know it's a stupid idea shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;xox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106142869853270313?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106142869853270313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106142869853270313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106142869853270313' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106075181466721843</id><published>2003-08-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T22:16:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SUFFERING.&lt;br /&gt;tommorrow i leave for new jersey via ohio.  six days in a car.  no joe.  i think i might die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and don't think i'm kidding.&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/5440658-106075181466721843?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106075181466721843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106075181466721843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106075181466721843' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106072262500943535</id><published>2003-08-12T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T14:10:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every other day you don’t care what they say because they always leave you two steps behind.  You try to smile, and it lasts for a while, but they always send you back to the start.  Eenie meenie miney mo they shoot down everyone you know and then they leave you there all alone.  You wish they’d stop but they never give up and you know deep inside that you’re stuck.&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/5440658-106072262500943535?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106072262500943535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106072262500943535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106072262500943535' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106055390173166218</id><published>2003-08-10T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-10T15:18:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(phweeee &lt;3)&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/5440658-106055390173166218?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106055390173166218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106055390173166218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106055390173166218' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106047350527070037</id><published>2003-08-09T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T16:58:25.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sergio laughed for the last time today,  He said “It never really bothered me:  we all have dues to pay” Like a man that’s cut off at the knee, he hobbles and hobbles because nothing is free.  So wake up, wake up, wake up but don’t cry because you’ll fuck up your make up and if you do, you won’t get laid, you won’t make money, no you won’t get paid.  So you act so free, you act so free, everybody’s happy because you act so free.  Well you might fool them, but you can’t fool me with your mindless chatter like “I don’t need them, I don’t need help” I don’t even need to see the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, Sergio, it's getting getting kind of hot in here.&lt;br /&gt;hey, Sergio, you've gotta get us out of here and so I say hey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106047350527070037?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106047350527070037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106047350527070037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106047350527070037' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106044081223623124</id><published>2003-08-09T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T07:53:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*superhappydance* she sees joe today for three whole hours!  ^_^ YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106044081223623124?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106044081223623124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106044081223623124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106044081223623124' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106038939799615875</id><published>2003-08-08T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T17:36:37.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>live life, man.  life isn't what you think it's supposed to be.  you're supposed to carpe diem.  how do we know that, by the way, if the latin language hasn't been spoken in hundreds of years?  you know that you're not supposed to go gently into that "good night".  'the bell tolls for thee.'  we know this, yet we allow ourselves not to laugh, to be retentive, to hold everything in even though we have the freedoms that people don't have.  our women don't get shot in the head if they don't believe anything.  our women wear miniskirts that are literally this short and when they go to nightclubs they look at guys like me and go "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!"  "uh, your VAGINA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, you gotta laugh while you can.  and see here's the fun part.  people at home?  laughing their asses off.  loving it.  because we wanna pretend.  see at home, it's cool. 9o, no.  6o/8o% of the people who watched def jam were white.  but if you go see def jam live, or you go see the kings of comedy, you will see almost no white people there.  which truly tells me that you love laughing at the brotha jokes.  but you don't love laughing at the brotha jokes when the brotha can look you in the eye and watch you laugh because it makes you uncomfortable.  so when you're at home, you laugh.  "oh HO HO HO m**** **** funny."  but when you're there you're like "that's wrong; what he just said is wrong."  and you can't do that.  you gotta understand what makes life beautiful is the essence of the fact that it can go away.  see, you don't wanna live like that.  you don't wanna be the person, do you?  that had a fight?  an inconsequential, insignificant, stupid fight with your spouse?  about who's supposed to open or close, or turn off the light that bed-time?  so you did it.  but you were pissed.  and you stayed pissed with your wife.  not because it was real, "but, hell!  we'll make up later, and there's nothing better than make-up sex, is there."  and in the morning you woke up, and things were still bad, but you kept that.  because hey!  i'm gonna come back.  and we're gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you went to you building.  and you were saddened on that ninetyith floor.  and that happened.  and your ass is never going to go back home again.  and the best thing you could do is call your woman or man and say "i love you".  and you missed that last night.  why.  because you thought that it would last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, every comedy show you go to ends with a big joke.  because that's what you need.  i end with a big joke, you laugh, i say goodnight, and that's how it's supposed to be.  but that ain't life, my friends.  if you learn anything from me, learn one thing.  that sometimes.  sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Carlos Mencia --&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106038939799615875?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106038939799615875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106038939799615875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106038939799615875' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106037657646384116</id><published>2003-08-08T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T14:03:22.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow dA3 is really fuct.  they got rid of *thinks* -most- of the cool stuff, but the design is pretty.  kinda creamy...  i'm not sure if i like it yet though.  it doesn't work at all on macs, mine was having some issues with it this morning ("where's.. where's my dA? *criweep*").  plus they got rid of those little buttons that link you to a specific artist's web page, so i lost my link to marugo's oekaki board :(  i love that board.  i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the overall load time is down, which is good because my computer went GRINDSCRAPEDIE whenever it tried to load my page.  speaking of the non-logged in version, it looks a.o.k.  i'll miss the old dA though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~in memorium of dA2~&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss you, man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106037657646384116?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106037657646384116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106037657646384116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106037657646384116' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106027987574352576</id><published>2003-08-07T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T11:11:15.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i might see joe on saturdaaaaaaaaay *happydance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106027987574352576?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106027987574352576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106027987574352576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106027987574352576' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106011090364649244</id><published>2003-08-05T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T12:15:03.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HA!&lt;br /&gt;wow.  i'll never do THAT again.  HAHAHA.. HA.. haaa...  *slaps a bandaid on*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! *dies laughing*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106011090364649244?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106011090364649244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106011090364649244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106011090364649244' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106010642139599711</id><published>2003-08-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T11:00:21.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so incredibly horrrrrriiiiiibbbbblllllleeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;but hell.  none of you care.&lt;br /&gt;*shuts up*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106010642139599711?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106010642139599711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106010642139599711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106010642139599711' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106005237404890356</id><published>2003-08-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T19:59:33.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ejlkjhfksljhkjhdlkjhlkjhlfkjhf.&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need..  ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't communicate.. well.  ask joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*dies a horrible painful death*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106005237404890356?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106005237404890356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106005237404890356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106005237404890356' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-106002873065191185</id><published>2003-08-04T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T13:25:30.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how did camus really die that night?  were they right?  when he died was it really his time?  or was it suicide?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-106002873065191185?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106002873065191185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/106002873065191185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106002873065191185' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105995492570214355</id><published>2003-08-03T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T16:55:51.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm all partied out.  ahou.&lt;br /&gt;the relatives came over and we played halo (i came in second in rocket launchers!  yey.), raided the pool and had pie.  it was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a&gt;--the entry i forgot to put in yesterday!--&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was so much fun omfg.  ben came over and he introduced me to &lt;a href="http://www.acousticbandits.com/"&gt;b.o.t.a.r&lt;/a&gt;, a very spiffy ska-type band, dan and i played with bb-guns (which kinda hurt, ow), mis-took the bullets for the candy ben brought in with him, had a lively conversation about rainbow sheets ("i just don't want to walk into my room someday and have two guys making out on my bed."  "the things look like the walked straight out of the sixties!" "let me ask you a question... are YOU partially colorblind?"), and just generally had lots of fun.  plus i made the folks over at &lt;a href="http://www.okgo.net/"&gt;ok go&lt;/a&gt; some merch.  and OUU my nails are getting too long.. I'LL SOON FIX THAT AHAHA.. *bites them feverishly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. &lt;3 i talked until all hours of the night with joe about absolutely nothing, and everything at the same time.. it was lovely.  absolutely lovely.  i'm planning on calling him again tonight, but i don't want him to catch on to the fact that i only slept two hours last night.  the birds start singing before the sun comes up n n it's very pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105995492570214355?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105995492570214355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105995492570214355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105995492570214355' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105995432494159050</id><published>2003-08-03T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T16:45:25.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow people actually read this &lt;3 !  THANK YOU MY LOYAL READERS &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105995432494159050?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105995432494159050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105995432494159050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105995432494159050' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-10597687417140618</id><published>2003-08-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T13:17:16.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I absolutely love &lt;a&gt;Le Superteam&lt;/a&gt;'s rend of &lt;a href="http://boss.streamos.com/download/capi001/okgo/fan_mp3s/okgo_damnhot_lesuperteam.mp3/"&gt;You're So Damn Hot&lt;/a&gt;.  Download it.  Or I will kill you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-10597687417140618?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/10597687417140618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/10597687417140618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#10597687417140618' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-10596101223260971</id><published>2003-07-30T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T15:40:26.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I scream, and only my own echo is the reply i hear&lt;br /&gt;its faint reflection folding and folding in vain upon itself&lt;br /&gt;no forgiving ear to pierce&lt;br /&gt;I yearn to see my own blood caress the sweet pavement &lt;br /&gt;it sings to me a lullaby of worthlessness and torment&lt;br /&gt;this cowardice's hell is all i've ever known&lt;br /&gt;and as i try to break free i let myself drown in a pool of masochistic bliss&lt;br /&gt;and watch the lacerated pieces of my soul flutter liberated to a better place&lt;br /&gt;than&lt;br /&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;musty&lt;br /&gt;god forsaken&lt;br /&gt;hell,&lt;br /&gt;i smile and hate and choke and drownnnnnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-10596101223260971?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/10596101223260971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/10596101223260971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#10596101223260971' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105959378798291509</id><published>2003-07-30T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T12:36:27.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mix tape-type mellowy goodness from me to you!  things i've been listening to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a&gt;1.  clocks by coldplay&lt;br /&gt;2.  1000 miles per hour by ok go&lt;br /&gt;3.  Monkey!!! Knife!!! Fight!! by minus the bear&lt;br /&gt;4.  moonlight sonata by beethoven&lt;br /&gt;5.  1979 by the smashing pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;6.  folding chair by actionslacks&lt;br /&gt;7.  sissyneck by beck&lt;br /&gt;8.  losing hope by jack johnson&lt;br /&gt;9.  loser, baby by beck&lt;br /&gt;10.  out loud by dispatch&lt;br /&gt;11.  algebra by soul hooligan&lt;br /&gt;12.  blackest eyes by porcupine tree&lt;br /&gt;13.  atom bomb (chemical bros. remix)&lt;br /&gt;14.  let forever be by the chemical brothers&lt;br /&gt;15.  get over it by ok go&lt;br /&gt;16.  you're so damn hot by ok go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105959378798291509?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105959378798291509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105959378798291509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105959378798291509' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105958721762824247</id><published>2003-07-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T18:31:18.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a&gt;Another long quiet night...&lt;br /&gt;Another long quiet, lonely night spent at your side.&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot left to say...&lt;br /&gt;There's not a lot that I still could say to change your mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But with a little bit of money we could buy us a car.&lt;br /&gt;With a little luck we could get away from where we are.&lt;br /&gt;Let's get out of here.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We'll drive, one thousand miles an hour.&lt;br /&gt;We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers.&lt;br /&gt;We'll go. We'll go and we'll go and we'll go. Let's go.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'scuse me while i crumple up into a small crying heap on the ground.  thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105958721762824247?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105958721762824247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105958721762824247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105958721762824247' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105945284667617930</id><published>2003-07-28T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T21:27:26.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i comeback from "seabiscuit" to my room which was trashed by my parents.  And then they leave me to clean it up.  I love them, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105945284667617930?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105945284667617930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105945284667617930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105945284667617930' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105934284141966545</id><published>2003-07-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T14:54:01.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crave Irish jig music.  Give me.  Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105934284141966545?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105934284141966545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105934284141966545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105934284141966545' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105927986221785775</id><published>2003-07-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T21:24:22.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why did i have to be such a bitch?  ;_;&lt;br /&gt;WHY COULDN'T I HAVE BEEN NORMAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;WHY CAN'T I USE TELEPHONES?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why, God, why....?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105927986221785775?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105927986221785775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105927986221785775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927986221785775' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105927910662205239</id><published>2003-07-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T21:11:46.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mostly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105927910662205239?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105927910662205239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105927910662205239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927910662205239' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105927890283078349</id><published>2003-07-26T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T21:08:22.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOT.  LIFE SUCKS! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105927890283078349?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105927890283078349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105927890283078349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927890283078349' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105926256224811835</id><published>2003-07-26T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T16:36:02.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gladglad.  cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;it comes with soundbits of dan saying people's names.  that makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;it's fun when i answer his cell phone and the person on the other line is like "...dan?"  or "*spazflailhangup*".  it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;my ring is "happy birthday."&lt;br /&gt;it's decreped and won't let me use the letter "y" for some reason.  and it has autospell.  i hate autospell.&lt;br /&gt;because i try to spell "shaylyn" and it says "shawylwyn! &lt;3" and i'm like "NO!  NO!  SHAYLYN!" and it's all "fuck you! &lt;3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105926256224811835?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105926256224811835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105926256224811835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926256224811835' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105926235673532349</id><published>2003-07-26T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T16:32:36.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've had flogging molly's "what's left of the flag" stuck in my head ALL day and it's driving me CRAaaaAaAaAzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105926235673532349?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105926235673532349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105926235673532349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926235673532349' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105926231979171412</id><published>2003-07-26T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T16:31:59.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>c1ms1hcos4m: n n&lt;br /&gt;nytro starfyre: n n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105926231979171412?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105926231979171412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105926231979171412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926231979171412' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105898439998376640</id><published>2003-07-23T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T11:29:57.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeeeee33333333!!!!11!1one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105898439998376640?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105898439998376640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105898439998376640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898439998376640' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105898421659905911</id><published>2003-07-23T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T11:26:52.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FUCKINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so there IS a GOD!  WHOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO *dances around gleefully* hurrrrrrrrhurrrhurrrrhurrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so here's the deal.  i didn't think that joe was my bf, right?  so we were having this conversation today and he was telling me this story about how his brother was singing "joe has a girlfriend joe has a girlfriend!" and his mom says "no he doesn't" and then i was like "it's true though, you know.  i'm not your girlfriend."  and he was like "ooooof.  i thought you were." and i was like "EH?"  I SWEAR!  I'M THE STUPIDEST!  WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN OH MY GOD!  "I thought we discussed that before..."  OMGOMGOMGOMG! and then he said he had to go and i was like WAIT NO "CAN i be your girlfriend?" and he was like, "sure!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELENA IS NO LONGER SINGLE *passes out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray joe is my boyfriend.  not a boy that is my friend but my BOYFRIEND!  &lt;br /&gt;I GIVE MY LIFE TO YOU, JOE! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105898421659905911?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105898421659905911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105898421659905911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105898421659905911' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105893250979669453</id><published>2003-07-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:55:09.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hearts stars horseshoes clovers and blue moons pots of gold and rainbows and the red ballooooooons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105893250979669453?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105893250979669453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105893250979669453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105893250979669453' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105893219603756886</id><published>2003-07-22T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:49:55.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I WANT TO HEAL&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO FEEL&lt;br /&gt;LIKE I'M CLOSE TO SOMETHING REAL&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO FIND SOMETHING I'VE WANTED ALL ALONG:&lt;br /&gt;SOMEWHERE I BELONG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105893219603756886?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105893219603756886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105893219603756886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105893219603756886' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105892712729256397</id><published>2003-07-22T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T19:25:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elvis makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you lonesone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;do you miss me tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;_; &gt;_&lt; ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105892712729256397?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105892712729256397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105892712729256397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105892712729256397' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105889348256554147</id><published>2003-07-22T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T20:55:59.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG how retarded.  i have a cell phone that still has service on it just sitting in my room.  HOW COME NOBODY TOLD ME IT HAD SERVICE IN IT?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....HUZZAH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105889348256554147?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105889348256554147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105889348256554147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105889348256554147' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105884008081754553</id><published>2003-07-21T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T19:14:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i realized i will lose joe if i pull another shy day like yesterday.  because like he says he has five other girls who have a crush on him.... *SOB* THEY'RE PROBABLY ALL PRETTIER, MORE INTERESTING, AND SMARTER THAN ME I SHOULD JUST QUIT NOW *SOB CRY SPAZ WEEP* I DON'T DESERVE HIM *SOOOOB*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105884008081754553?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105884008081754553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105884008081754553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105884008081754553' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105881878458602558</id><published>2003-07-21T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T13:19:44.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmmm... *sobered* i saw joe yesterday over at nc and we played ddr and some bemani stuff and stuff and stuff and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;large sprite.&lt;br /&gt;hazel eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so dorkishly quiet.... i wish i actually could talk.  like open my mouth and have stuff come out that doesn't sound stupid.  but noooo.  why did i have to turn out shy?  and it drives me crazy that i can't visibly blush.  ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my faults aside, i had a great time just hanging out with Joe (just being with him made my day) and... i don't think i'll ever wash this shirt again.  ever.  which is sort of a shame because it's new.    BUT IT SMELLS LIKE JOE *sniffs and blushes* SO I WILL NOT WASH IT.  so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not rob this gas station.  try the bank across the street.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105881878458602558?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105881878458602558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105881878458602558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105881878458602558' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105803676864570484</id><published>2003-07-12T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T12:06:08.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW THINGS ARE (HAHA) WOW THINGS ARE SO GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;went to see train last night and met the band and I AM OFFICIALLY IN LOVE WITH SCOTT UNDERWOOD (drummer) OMFG HE's THE COOLEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh he taught me some karate (HAHA) and said that i was gonna be "HOT someday!!!" because i had a cute face and had "the long neck thing going for me" AND AND he was like "do you have a boyfriend?" and i was like" yeah" and he was like "HE BEATS YOU, RIGHT?  Well next  time he's like "YOU STUPID BITCH!  *whack* USE THIS it really intimadtes people." and so he was like "KARAAAATEEEEEE!!!" and did this wuss hug on Pat it was the greatest.  and then Pat was like "you know what's great for getting anger out of your system and your at a place where there's like a buffet?" and Scott's like "what? you're not going to try it on me, are you?" and pat's like "no i just need you to move." and so he moves and Pat does this awesome sideways chop on the bag of 9-grain bread that had been getting beaten on all night for having nine types of grain in it instead of 8.  then i talked with Charlie (bass, guitar, vocals) about this being my first show and we talked about what their first shows were like and i forget what his was but the new guitarist's first show was Boston and i was like YEAH boston and yeah.  Charlie thought i was really cute so he gave me one of his personalized pics and looking back on it now i should have given him my necklace.  damn.  but then i walked into the dressing room further and Scott was like, "wait, so how old are you again?  15?" and i was like, "yeah." and he's like "you've got some pretty hip duds here," and he grabbed me by the (flame) belt and stuff and pat was like "YOU'RE a hip dud.  i mean look at this *points to pants*" and i was like "i made them" because i did and he was like "kick ASS."  and i was like "yey."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-immediately after the show-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i was talking to scott outside and he was like, "so this is your first show, huh." and i nodded because i blew my voice out screaming and singing at the top of my lungs.  Pete's like "yes.  she's no longer a virgin."  and i was like "AHAHA."  and scott was like "Don't worry, i'm a gentleman.  i'm a gentleman." and pete was like "that's what you have to tell all of your girlfriends.  'I'm a gentleman.  I'm a gentleman.  Really, I am.'"  and I was trying to remember who he was and then all of a sudden OH YEAH.  That's SCOTT.  teh drummer.  so i tied to tell the boy that he and the boys kicked ass mejor (spanish) but my throat was like "WAAAAAATER!!!" so i don't really think he got the message.  i just stood there looking all flustered/blushy-like because here i am in front of this awesome drummer in Train and i'm leik some punk chick in crazy duds.  but scott and i talkedd when i got inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG HOW COOL IS THAT??? I ACTUALLY HAD CONVERSATIONS WITH THE GUYS FROM TRAIN THAT IS THE COOLEST THING EVER THANK YOU PETE FOR TAKING ME OMFG I WILL LOVE THEM FOREVERRRRRR AND BUY ALL THEIR RECORDS AND WRITE THEM FANMAIL &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105803676864570484?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105803676864570484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105803676864570484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105803676864570484' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105780423051555776</id><published>2003-07-09T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T19:30:30.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tried to give you warning &lt;br /&gt;But everyone ignores me&lt;br /&gt;[Told you everything loud and clear] &lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;Call to you so clearly &lt;br /&gt;But you don't want to hear me&lt;br /&gt;Told you everything loud and clear]&lt;br /&gt;But nobody's listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a heart full of pain / Head full of stress&lt;br /&gt;Hand full of anger / Held in my chest&lt;br /&gt;And everything left is a waste of time&lt;br /&gt;I hate my rhymes &lt;br /&gt;[But I hate everyone else's more]&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding on the back of this pressure&lt;br /&gt;Guessing that it's better I can't keep myself together&lt;br /&gt;Because all of this stress gave me something to write on&lt;br /&gt;(And) The pain gave me something I could set my sights on&lt;br /&gt;You never forget the blood, sweat, and tears&lt;br /&gt;The uphill struggle over years&lt;br /&gt;The fear and trash talking and the people it was to&lt;br /&gt;And the people that started it just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate.  it just happens sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105780423051555776?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105780423051555776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105780423051555776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105780423051555776' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105702235753966344</id><published>2003-06-30T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-30T18:19:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 I found my markers today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105702235753966344?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105702235753966344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105702235753966344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105702235753966344' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105675878334448261</id><published>2003-06-27T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T17:06:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y'know...&lt;br /&gt;Chantal Kreviazuk is a really great singer.  Jenny sent me the CD and i decided to give it a shot.  I especially like "Turn the Page" because it's rainy-weather music.  oohhhhhhhhhh yes &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of it's true sh*t though.  Until you listen to it over and over again until it grows on you and your mom thinks you're insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Joe in two weeks!  GLEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right, like there's some kind of impact there."&lt;br /&gt;"Except nothing could've happened to us because we've been sitting in front of a screen all day."&lt;br /&gt;"Right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105675878334448261?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105675878334448261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105675878334448261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105675878334448261' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105673818118239412</id><published>2003-06-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T11:23:01.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>life is STILL good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how long THAT will last haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105673818118239412?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105673818118239412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105673818118239412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105673818118239412' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105673804307077562</id><published>2003-06-27T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T11:20:43.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"INSPIRATION"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray for our sorrows to end, &lt;br /&gt;and hope that our hearts will blend.&lt;br /&gt;Now I step forward to realize this wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows:&lt;br /&gt;starting a new journey may not be so hard,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it has already begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many worlds,&lt;br /&gt;but they share the same sky -&lt;br /&gt;one sky, one destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105673804307077562?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105673804307077562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105673804307077562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105673804307077562' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105604542137806752</id><published>2003-06-19T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T11:21:25.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah.  got a sweet three hours of sleep in today.  i woke up not wanting to get up but carly had the basketball going outside and stupidly i left my window open last night and DID YOU KNOW THAT THE SUN GETS UP AT SIX NOW?  hahahaha.  i slept from seven until ten.  in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish daytime wasn't so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunt sarita is coming today.&lt;br /&gt;i won't be able to get in touch with joe again.&lt;br /&gt;is it unusual to be tearing about that?&lt;br /&gt;um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105604542137806752?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105604542137806752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105604542137806752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105604542137806752' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105596477028225571</id><published>2003-06-18T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T12:32:50.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"we're both gonna need a shower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105596477028225571?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105596477028225571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105596477028225571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105596477028225571' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105589024189688213</id><published>2003-06-17T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T15:50:41.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh my god... i hate myself for what happened today...&lt;br /&gt;i went to get a haircut and didn't get back until now.... joe was waiting for me all day... I COULDN'T HELP IT I'M SO SORRY I PASSED OUT AT JEWEL I MISSED YOU OH DEAR GOD I'M SO SORRY I COULDN'T GET TO YOU I_LOVE_YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105589024189688213?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105589024189688213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105589024189688213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105589024189688213' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105573124753176407</id><published>2003-06-15T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T19:40:47.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND THEN SHE FUCKING BLEW UP.  BEST_DAY_EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joessn: heh I couldn't sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: neither could i&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: dunno why&lt;br /&gt;joessn: I was thinkin till 4:45&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: bout&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: ?&lt;br /&gt;joessn: guess&lt;br /&gt;joessn: some subject... that I haven't stopped thinkin bout&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: if i guess i'll be wrong *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;joessn: or person ^_^;&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: ..... no way&lt;br /&gt;joessn: uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: eep *blush*&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: guess what&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: guess why i only got two hours in last night&lt;br /&gt;joessn: why?&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: because i was thinking&lt;br /&gt;joessn: about?&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: some subject... that i haven't stopped thinking about&lt;br /&gt;joessn: what is that?  I told you&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: well, sort of vaguely, i figured it out n_n&lt;br /&gt;joessn: just say it!&lt;br /&gt;st 3r 30pHus   3: OKAY i was thinking about YOU&lt;br /&gt;joessn: heh then I'm not crazy&lt;br /&gt;joessn: X_X&lt;br /&gt;joessn: the piece of paper has never been 10 feet away from me&lt;br /&gt;joessn: 97% of the time in my right pocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG HE LOVES ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... OMFG I LOVE HIM .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105573124753176407?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105573124753176407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105573124753176407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105573124753176407' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105572642811220879</id><published>2003-06-15T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T18:20:28.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, today is going pretty well (not as good as yesterday *heartheartheartheartheartheart*).  The fam and I headed to the Old Town Art Festival and perused for a number of hours.  I complemented some grunge artists on their works, and they commended me for my attire.  I fell asleep in the car  on the way back, which I don't normally do (my mom thinks that i should eat more O_o I'm... not anorexic, kay?).  wasn't feeling well this morning, probably because of the zero sleep i got last night.  and where is joe; he's not online.  happy father's day?  O_o *explodes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmust... speak.... to joe................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105572642811220879?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105572642811220879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105572642811220879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105572642811220879' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-10556986465490236</id><published>2003-06-15T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T10:37:26.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a&gt;SmarterChild:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I dunno if I want to know about teh boy.  What would happen then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no, i don't... talk to smarterchild about life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O_o *runs away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-10556986465490236?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/10556986465490236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/10556986465490236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#10556986465490236' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105569772890112792</id><published>2003-06-15T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T10:48:24.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is joan.&lt;br /&gt;this is joan on two hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;UUUHGGNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sleep last night.  too revved up.&lt;br /&gt;and this %@*#&amp;^* CD player just WON'T WORK.&lt;br /&gt;and joe loves me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;that makes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a&gt;HAPPPPPPPPPPPYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heartheartheartheartheartheartheartheart*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105569772890112792?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105569772890112792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105569772890112792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105569772890112792' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105564651167839609</id><published>2003-06-14T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T20:08:31.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG UIWYRPO*W&amp;PORIH#{()%{)(WY)(^QIEGhsef;iuas96t9muAY:OIUSYDPF)*Y_P*)EWY_Y)YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!@$^(@#&amp;{_)((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((__)(_)@(#)(&amp;!@^&amp;@~!I(*&amp;{_)K?JLHIUYKDAUYKLAYD:OI:AIUW_(P&amp;~P~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cery met a boy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*explodes*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105564651167839609?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105564651167839609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105564651167839609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105564651167839609' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105435759274861727</id><published>2003-05-30T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T22:06:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went down to the field meuseum today.&lt;br /&gt;they're the folks that are going, "fuck it, elvis bought everything."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105435759274861727?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105435759274861727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105435759274861727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105435759274861727' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105435739166895187</id><published>2003-05-30T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T22:03:11.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best of "joan's last blog":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know what color hiccups are?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I smell cheese! Oh! It's you!"&lt;br /&gt;Jamie is cheese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you feel like emu this morning? i didn't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison: so what do we do if we don't agree?&lt;br /&gt;David: throw something at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah, that's a double &lt;i&gt;&lt;a&gt;bad thing!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how if you put a wire in your mouth and it's covered in that black stuff? and then you take it out, and it's like, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a&gt;completely&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; dry? how do they &lt;i&gt;&lt;a&gt;do&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; that?! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105435739166895187?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105435739166895187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105435739166895187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105435739166895187' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</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-5440658.post-105435665037260265</id><published>2003-05-30T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T21:50:50.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're using Blogger LoFi.&lt;br /&gt;This version of Blogger has been designed for web browsers that lack robust Stylesheet and/or DHTML capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, sounds like the average blog freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5440658-105435665037260265?l=twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105435665037260265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5440658/posts/default/105435665037260265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twentyfivepercentcotton.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105435665037260265' title=''/><author><name>Tenacious E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13779820801973960597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
