<?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-8934163</id><updated>2011-08-08T20:02:01.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel I must interject here.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111971170012827234</id><published>2005-06-25T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:01:41.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/robog14"&gt;www.xanga.com/robog14&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so stickin with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrapped up in books!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111971170012827234?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111971170012827234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111971170012827234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111971170012827234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111971170012827234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111825373745745519</id><published>2005-06-08T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T14:02:17.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like i'm not doing my best writing.</title><content type='html'>summer's slow, but i still have a lot to say. and i'm saying it somewhere else. and it bothers me that this blog took a downhill when i didn't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111825373745745519?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111825373745745519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111825373745745519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111825373745745519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111825373745745519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-like-im-not-doing-my-best.html' title='i feel like i&apos;m not doing my best writing.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111816473500715932</id><published>2005-06-07T13:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T13:18:55.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New photoblog</title><content type='html'>http://robophoto.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one won't be discontinued. i will still post in this blog. but the photoblog is for photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111816473500715932?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111816473500715932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111816473500715932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111816473500715932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111816473500715932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-photoblog.html' title='New photoblog'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111810120169426103</id><published>2005-06-06T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T19:40:01.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>poll</title><content type='html'>should i make a photoblog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do say yes/no in the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111810120169426103?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111810120169426103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111810120169426103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111810120169426103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111810120169426103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/06/poll.html' title='poll'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111764824885333610</id><published>2005-06-01T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:50:48.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to summer</title><content type='html'>so it's the start of summer. which means, QUIZZES! &lt;a href="http://music.channel.aol.com/feature/quiz/the_killers.adp"&gt; i am the killers, btw &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel like posting. but i doo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111764824885333610?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111764824885333610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111764824885333610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111764824885333610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111764824885333610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-summer.html' title='back to summer'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111361060280036527</id><published>2005-04-15T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T20:16:42.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the face...</title><content type='html'>i just realized how much of a poet ben gibbard is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the new cd is supposedly called "plans"! it looks a little darker than anything else. see a little bit more &lt;a href="http://www.dcfc-tour.net/albums/plans.htm"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blaaahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111361060280036527?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111361060280036527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111361060280036527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111361060280036527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111361060280036527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/04/face.html' title='the face...'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111357639511879600</id><published>2005-04-15T10:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T10:46:35.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an essay MACHINE!!</title><content type='html'>I've been writing a lot lately. First I start off with my middle school retrospective (website up, link...should i post it?) then Mike wants to start a blogzine. I have no idea what type of cheese nips he ate THAT morning, but I thought I'd write in it if he wanted me to. So, we started one. and it's frickin awesome. He's writing...well, Mike stuff and I'm writing rambling essays that somehow make sense. I have like a million more ideas for pop culture essays. I want to write! I want to live! I want to go to coffee underground this saturday and see david lamotte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i writing so much cuz i'm so sick?? huh??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111357639511879600?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111357639511879600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111357639511879600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111357639511879600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111357639511879600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-essay-machine.html' title='I am an essay MACHINE!!'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111335007860042394</id><published>2005-04-12T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:55:01.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so lame.</title><content type='html'>you know i like to always share when i get shouts on a home page (yanno, like &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/dayofglory.bmp"&gt;the poetrypoem.com feedback page! (photo)&lt;/a&gt; I got on the stereogum page! woo! &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/roboons.bmp"&gt;pic here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamer than lame. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote an essay on middle school. a little retrospective cuz I was bored. I'm thinking about posting it on the web (AOL, obvs!). Comment if you want me to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111335007860042394?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111335007860042394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111335007860042394' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111335007860042394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111335007860042394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-is-so-lame.html' title='this is so lame.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111326114875061949</id><published>2005-04-11T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:12:28.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so long, so long</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in a long time. field day was today. it was awesome, but now i'm so sunburt I can't look at the light. I feel like a vampire. I like wilco. YHF is so awesome right now. new york is soon. I hope it's cold the day we're in times square. the enviornment will be so awesome then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111326114875061949?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111326114875061949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111326114875061949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111326114875061949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111326114875061949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-long-so-long.html' title='so long, so long'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111257188590237721</id><published>2005-04-03T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:44:45.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's still daylight.</title><content type='html'>7:43pm and it's still daylight. How am I suppose to go to sleep tonight? I haven't read much of Lord of the Flies, but I should. baahh. Guess I should go. the comas rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111257188590237721?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111257188590237721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111257188590237721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111257188590237721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111257188590237721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-still-daylight.html' title='it&apos;s still daylight.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111222029986091440</id><published>2005-03-30T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T17:04:59.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just in time for spring.</title><content type='html'>ah ha! new template! yes, it's the ugly minima template with a few changes. enjoy! i like the blog more now... the old template was getting on my nerves. the writing is very bright, though- lots of spring colors. i'm trying to change the font size but it won't work. the talent show is tomorrow and i have to go even tho everyone dropped out. ugh. btw i lost the tabs for "go to sleep," so I gotta like frantically search for them for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in newspaper, Iris was in the library. oh man she's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly wants me to go on a walk and i want to go but i can't and that sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111222029986091440?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111222029986091440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111222029986091440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111222029986091440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111222029986091440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-in-time-for-spring.html' title='just in time for spring.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111214862126155754</id><published>2005-03-29T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:11:13.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>play the last note gently.</title><content type='html'>this blog is annoying. the titles feel squished cuz my entries are short. I listened to some Lisa Loeb today, read some of Chuck's book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous about THE OFFICE tonight. ppl say it's going to be good, but...i dunno. the original was just too great. speaking of the o.g., i should watch the dvds soon. I bought the 1st and 2nd seasons on dvd at goodwill (brand new, 7 bucks! hot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to julia's blog. we've been so mishmash lately. we do need to see each other. she said she was going to come when we came to the HS to practice, but...it might be awkward. speaking of the musicrap, it sucks. nobody cares about it and now we have to pay like, a fee to use mrs. rhodes costumes. uhh that's why they're there, so we don't have to spend extra money. not my fault you want a bilboard as the backdrop. not my fault some parents spend 300 bucks on costume ideas. it was funny to hear lizzie say "ew!" out loud when mrs. rhodes mentioned the fishnets for the hotbox dancers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days are slipping away, but yet...they're still here. can we get to summer already?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111214862126155754?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111214862126155754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111214862126155754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111214862126155754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111214862126155754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/03/play-last-note-gently.html' title='play the last note gently.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111197201184514813</id><published>2005-03-27T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T20:06:51.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>easier than e-mail.</title><content type='html'>this is so easy and takes like two minutes. so i'll do multiple artists.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step 1) Pick one band or singer&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Step 2) Answer the questions using only their song&lt;br /&gt;titles. They may not fit well, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Step 3) Send it to people. Duh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female? I Was A Kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: Styrafoam Plates&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do some people feel about you? "For What Reason?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself? Lightness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your ex-partner/spouse: We Lookes Like Giants (seriously...Alyssa was like bang tall in 6th. Was she my last ex? oops. new song.) / A Lack of Color (there we go.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your current partner/spouse/crush: Debate Exposes Doubt&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe what you want to be: Coney Island&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your current mood: The Face That Launched A Thousand Shits&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your friends: The Employment Pages&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Share a few words of wisdom: Information Travels Faster.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Artist- Death Cab for Cutie&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female? You Don't Know Me (?)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: Waiting for Wednesday&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do some people feel about you? Hurricane. / Firecracker.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about yourself? I Control the Sun&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your ex-partner/spouse: Did That.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your current partner/spouse/crush: Take Me Out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe what you want to be: Window Shopping. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your current mood: Hand-Me-Downs (feeling like a...)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Describe your friends: Too Fast Driving. (Lisa Listen...-cough- :P)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Share a few words of wisdom: Everyday.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Artist- Lisa Loeb&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is hard. i like many new artists, so not many songs to choose from. this is it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- hey xanthe. thx for commenting. wow! we both love coffee!! hottt! tty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-robo-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111197201184514813?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111197201184514813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111197201184514813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111197201184514813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111197201184514813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/03/easier-than-e-mail.html' title='easier than e-mail.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111050793726346543</id><published>2005-03-10T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T21:25:37.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>film/video</title><content type='html'>i have an interview at the fine arts center next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111050793726346543?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111050793726346543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111050793726346543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111050793726346543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111050793726346543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/03/filmvideo.html' title='film/video'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-111015929229295187</id><published>2005-03-06T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:34:52.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniac trends</title><content type='html'>the night never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-111015929229295187?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/111015929229295187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=111015929229295187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111015929229295187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/111015929229295187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/03/insomniac-trends.html' title='insomniac trends'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110972644520297342</id><published>2005-03-01T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T21:11:37.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>numbers</title><content type='html'>"69 students. haha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha i know, isn't it sad? almost nobody's going!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ you're so jealous of our side }&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110972644520297342?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110972644520297342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110972644520297342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110972644520297342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110972644520297342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/03/numbers.html' title='numbers'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110947295484084220</id><published>2005-02-26T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T21:55:54.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the signs</title><content type='html'>underdog &lt;s&gt;victorious&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like I have to go into much detail about the academic team competition. We didn't get really far, but it was mos def very fun. And Miss Black isn't mean at all! hahahahaha. so yeah. can't wait till the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110947295484084220?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110947295484084220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110947295484084220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110947295484084220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110947295484084220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/signs.html' title='the signs'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110938344256121901</id><published>2005-02-25T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T21:04:02.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here we go again.</title><content type='html'>well, it's night time and i'm about to go to bed. tomorrow morning is that academic team competition, which I have a feeling it won't go so good. It's our first competition, and the questions this morning were super-tough. so yeah, i'm a little uneasy about it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i finally caught up with all my fave pop culture blogs (&lt;a href="http://whatevs.org"&gt; whatevs&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://stereogum.com"&gt; stereogum&lt;/a&gt;, obvs!), and found some interesting stuff. &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/features/2005_swimsuit/models/05_msnyder_01m.html"&gt; Mallory from Real World Paris&lt;/a&gt; is lookin' super hott! haha Alyssa might be x-ing out of the page by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, news on Lisa Loeb's tv show! I'll post the stuff up soon...but yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched MusicChoice today and listened to American Hi-Fi. I learned that not only did Stacy Jones sing for A.H.F. and play drums for &lt;a href="http://letterstocleo.net"&gt;Letters to Cleo&lt;/a&gt;, he also played drums for Veruca Salt! Score, baby! This man must be a genius. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://weiv.co.kr/ra/0316031.rm"&gt; flavor of the week &lt;/a&gt; (or weak...not sure which one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110938344256121901?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110938344256121901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110938344256121901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110938344256121901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110938344256121901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/here-we-go-again.html' title='here we go again.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110903613547326032</id><published>2005-02-21T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T20:35:35.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you subway.</title><content type='html'>tonight my parents wanted subs, so I decided we should go to subway. bad idea. horrible idea. I walk in the door and I immediately feel chills. the place is dark and deserted. there's a guy and a girl behind the counter. the guy looked too much like jason mewes for comfort (jay and silent bob, bitches!). they finally noticed us and went "welcome. whatcha want?" since i was the first to order, i didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'll take a turkey and cheese sandwhich."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what kind of bread?" asked jay. i couldn't stop staring at his poser bling earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh...regular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where the story goes bad. jay (yeah that's what i'm gonna call 'em) begins to mumble. his words blend together. he says something to the extent of what kind. instead of being sane and going "pardon?", i just sat there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh...whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"whatever?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah. uh, suprise me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so you want wheat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"um..yeah. no wait, no. regular, no wheat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jay gets me wheat bread anyways. this is the point where i know i just made a &lt;em&gt;complete&lt;/em&gt; ass of myself so i better listen to him closely and not focus on his fake bling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what kind of cheese? ablahblah, swiss, or provolalo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was mumbling again. thankfully, i know my cheeses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"american."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he passes the sandwhich on to the woman, which i find annoying. i know there are two stations, but damn, i'm the only one in the joint. just take it to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret thinking this though, because the woman spoke loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"just lettuce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's it? that's all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"uh...yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sandwhich made me sick, by the way. So, now I will never go to that subway. And if anyone says anything, i'll pretend like i was high that day. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for real, i probably should just walk out of subway if i see another jay-looking kid (it was hard enough to not say "snootchie bootchies!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110903613547326032?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110903613547326032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110903613547326032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110903613547326032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110903613547326032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/thank-you-subway.html' title='thank you subway.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110891645059887140</id><published>2005-02-20T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T11:20:50.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the scariest thing ever</title><content type='html'>i should've gone to stereogum before i wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.stereogum.com/archives/001258.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary. i love both these girls, but not together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so not hot. (like racism! ha. where are all the snl fans?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110891645059887140?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110891645059887140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110891645059887140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110891645059887140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110891645059887140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/scariest-thing-ever.html' title='the scariest thing ever'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110891473847435070</id><published>2005-02-20T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T10:52:18.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need you so much closer.</title><content type='html'>i've slept on it, so I guess I'm not as mad as I was last night at 12:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night was interesting, though. i need to talk to lisa really bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ please disregard the last entry. newspaper is boring when you're waiting on illegal pizza to come. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=" http://a420.v8383d.c8383.g.vm.akamaistream.net/7/420/8383/3b858b51/mtvrdstr.download.akamai.com/8512/wmp/2/13145/27692_1_8_04.asf"&gt; here's a song for your boring rainy day. &lt;/a&gt; (the intro and outro are just amazing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't wanna talk about this in the morning, just because i'm boring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110891473847435070?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110891473847435070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110891473847435070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110891473847435070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110891473847435070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-need-you-so-much-closer.html' title='i need you so much closer.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110874683654009487</id><published>2005-02-18T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T12:13:56.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>These are my last words.</title><content type='html'>I'm at school. About to get in a load of trouble. yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110874683654009487?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110874683654009487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110874683654009487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110874683654009487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110874683654009487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/these-are-my-last-words.html' title='These are my last words.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110834211789558019</id><published>2005-02-13T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T19:48:37.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soft Rock Star</title><content type='html'>I NEED TO UPDATE THIS! But what do I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110834211789558019?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110834211789558019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110834211789558019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110834211789558019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110834211789558019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/soft-rock-star.html' title='Soft Rock Star'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110757270298285791</id><published>2005-02-04T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:05:02.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>life through exaggeration.</title><content type='html'>{ no caps }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;approaching the most famous pancake house in town, "sweet caroline" leaked from the speakers.&lt;/strong&gt; this was obviously not my song of the moment. i was in a bitchy mood, plain and simple. my taste buds were sick of american-style food, and here we were, on our way to &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; fried-chicken-and-steak-is-all-we-have-unless-you-want-pancakes-which-i-know-you-hate restaurant. joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i see when i walk in is a portable table. no, wait, let me rephrase that. i saw a dark, portable table with boxes of, yes you guessed it, girl scout cookies. oh, did i mention a mom was running the booth? where are the girl scouts these days? selling cookies teaches them, like, discipline and social skills, right? where are they? anyways, i saw the table littered with boxes. hell yeah i declined. do you think i need any more cookies? plus, i was about to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the humble, polite hostess greeted my family and i. i managed to fake a smile, even though i was amazed, in a bad way, by the place. mostly everyone i have had the pleasure of meeting in the south has been pleasantly...northern. i mean, i don't think i've ever seen anyone wear a "harley davidson" tee on. i am so sheltered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyways, after zipping out of my wandering mind, i realized we had been seated. since the place was so crowded, we had to sit in one of those...awkward half-booth, half-table...uh...dining areas. do you get what i'm saying? one where it's so awkward because the booth runs all the way across the wall, so, therefore, you're about two inches TOPS from the person next to you, with no wood wall to separate you two. as i'm sure you can tell, i do not need to be two inches away from a stranger when i'm in such a bitchy mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, the people in the...uh...dining area next to us left. this is the point where my family and i shared uninteresting dialogue about, what else, sporting parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father was the one to break the silence. "what kind of dip are you gonna make, susan?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh, i dunno. some dip in that new cookbook."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you going to need to bake it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the leftover plates from the "dining area" beside us start to clatter because of the bus lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well you shouldn't bake it," my dad continued. "i mean, if it'll take a long time, why do it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why are you baking dip?" i piped in. "can't you just buy that pre-made dip at the store? it's just a party. a crappy party."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why is it going to be crappy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because, dad. the eagles are going to win, and all the good commercials have been pulled by uptight christian-rights groups who think spongebob is gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike one. the bus lady looks at me with her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no they won't! the commercials will be funny, still!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not watching. i'll just go upstairs and catch up on some sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me! no you will NOT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"honey! robert! shh," my mom calmly says. my dad continues anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you have to host the thing! all those kids will be there and you have to keep them entertained!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i am not going to be a monkey boy! i want to watch the super bowl! those kids are going to go looking for trouble and i'm going to get blamed when they run away! i'm not watching after them! not after last year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dishes still clank. i begin to wonder about the bus lady. does she know what i'm saying? can she hear us mutter? oh yeah, by the look in her eyes, she's listening. and she thinks i'm a brat. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just then i realize i've been staring at her for the past minute and she's looking back. and my parents are talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...so just do it! they'll watch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the waitress comes. she gratefully takes our orders. i kept thinking that she was like the book. she was living out some of the rules from &lt;em&gt;hope was here&lt;/em&gt; and perfecting them. she seemed to be the best waitress in the joint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now is the point where i make a long story short because you're probably about to fall asleep. hell, i thought this would be interesting. but it wasn't. just a shot to write descriptively, which failed horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, so here i am at my "dining area" slowly sipping my third glass of ice tea. i was getting down to the lemon. our waitress, who was pulling double duty*, finally returned to our corner of the restaurant. beside our..."dining area" was this redneck kid with his picky parents. i really didn't notice them until my parents stopped conversing and the bus lady stopped clanking. when i noticed them, though, i noticed them in a big way. while i'm waiting for the waitress to finish with them and pour me a new glass of sweet ice tea, i hear the redneck kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um, ma'am. I, uh, was s'pose to get a sal'd with my meal. but i don't want it anymo'. I want a, uh, ice cream inste'd."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awkward silence. One, two, three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the waitress let out a silent sigh. "Cup or cone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*= &lt;strong&gt;double duty&lt;/strong&gt;- when a waitress is also bussing tables in between serving drinks and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( kelly! ) &lt;--- just for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110757270298285791?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110757270298285791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110757270298285791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110757270298285791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110757270298285791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-through-exaggeration.html' title='life through exaggeration.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110729693755242390</id><published>2005-02-01T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:28:57.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Day Two- The Snot Strikes Back.</title><content type='html'>Last night was amazing. My family and I ate at the handlebar (I have to say, that musta been the best damn grilled chicken sandwhich I've ever had. Ever), and then waited around for the recital. While we were eating, though, I looked at the calendar...(but before I tell you that story, let me tell you about the recital)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, everyone played, everyone rocked, and it was fun. I kept trying not to laugh when Alyssa, Marisa, and KT all stood up clapping. Anyways, so that's about all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the calendar thing...So I'm lookin' at the calendar and at the posters on the wall. Then, I see that the one and only TIFT MERRITT is coming to the handlebar! &lt;a href="http://www.tiftmerritt.com/index.html"&gt;TIFT MERRITT,&lt;/a&gt; PEOPLE! This is monumental! lol. Tix are only $15 bucks, but my parents say I gotta take a friend. Anyone up for it? I thought about asking Alyssa since she's the only one who'd be kinda into Tift (although I doubt any of my friends would be into her). I'm listening to her album on her site to make sure I still want to see her, though. I mean, she is pretty folk. But she's famous! I could fufill my goal next month! (the show is march 2nd. find out more on the &lt;a href="http://handlebar-online.com"&gt; handelbar website&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm all sick. I feel like crap with all this snot in my nose and this throbbing headache that's just going to kill me. I'm gonna go lay down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110729693755242390?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110729693755242390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110729693755242390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110729693755242390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110729693755242390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/02/sick-day-two-snot-strikes-back.html' title='Sick Day Two- The Snot Strikes Back.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110713201194630823</id><published>2005-01-30T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:42:31.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CBS Evening News will BRB.</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in front of the tele about to come blog, when I see an "exciting" story on the CBS evening news. It's about cell phones and the rising rates of "text messaging." At the end of the story, &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/1204khjkh.jpg"&gt;this man&lt;/a&gt; says the words that will haunt me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CBS Evening News will BRB!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew. Yanno how it is. Lingo like that should stay in IMs. and in the youth dialogue. Not some 80 year old &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/1204032hgf.jpg"&gt;Dan Rather&lt;/a&gt; replacement (which now is the time to mention...Why is Dan still on CBS? I mean, he's not with the Evening News, right? Didn't he leave? So why is he in Iraq for the Early Show? He needs to just retire already. Not like I have anything against him, but he's had his run.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to the day. My family and I headed out to Best Buy (where I heard Action Action on the intercom and almost bought a SIMPLE PLAN CD. Shh) and then Barnes and Noble (where I listened to Rilo Kiley and Simple Plan clips.). That was about it. Oh yeah, I also watched a new episode of the Surreal Life. Man, that show is great even though it sucks. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, (thanks to Kelly)I now have Napoleon Dynamite on my answering machine. Haha! It's great. I feel so special. haha. Thanks Kello for bein a friend like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is feeling a little better from the party, but my mom thinks it's a cold. I'm assuring her it's just from yelling, but I'm getting a little suspicious too. Ugh. I really don't need to be sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know who else was just following orders? The Nazis!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me before I start quoting CLERKS again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110713201194630823?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110713201194630823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110713201194630823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110713201194630823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110713201194630823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/cbs-evening-news-will-brb.html' title='CBS Evening News will BRB.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110704548813918375</id><published>2005-01-29T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:54:24.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Your Smile Fades in the Summer)</title><content type='html'>So, I'm back. I've realized why I've felt crappy all day. My stomach, head, and throat hurt from Calynn's party last night. Yelling and Pizza are fun at the time, but provide ultimate hell for the next day. It's like I've got a hangover, except I didn't drink alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it snowed. Which provided ultimate excuse for a lazy day. I've got pictures of it here (I don't know why, but the road just intrigues me)--(&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/1204030.jpg"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;)(&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/1204034.jpg"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;). 2 is blurry, but shows that the US POSTAL SERVICE comes through in snow! Yay Ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to put the Killers on my iPod already. I really need to hear "Smile Like You Mean It." Oh well, I guess "Fire" by THE SOUNDS will do just fine for right now. lol. Speaking of music, I'm in another LTC mode. Yanno the mode. It's when I want &lt;a href="http://letterstocleo.net"&gt;Letters to Cleo&lt;/a&gt; to reform. Ashlee Simpson comes a little too close for comfort, but still. &lt;em&gt;Letters&lt;/em&gt; had that Indie Chic (pronounced Sheek, not Chick.) that just made them...click. I guess I gotta go pick up some Kay Hanley solo CD now. -sad face-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter pic-- (&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/1204033.jpg"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;) Look. It was snowing in the fish tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I know no one will read this. And I think I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mental note: Never eat pizza, then scream the lyrics to "La La" and then dance crazily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^&lt;br /&gt;That's never gonna work, obvs. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110704548813918375?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110704548813918375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110704548813918375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110704548813918375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110704548813918375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/your-smile-fades-in-summer.html' title='(Your Smile Fades in the Summer)'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110703675860937267</id><published>2005-01-29T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T17:12:38.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I still a weatherman?</title><content type='html'>I could sit here and write an extremly long entry about today. I could talk about how it snowed, since it never does. I could write about how I cleaned the fish tank and laughed while a girl cried on MY SUPER SWEET SIXTEEN. But who'd want to read that? Who even comes here except peeps at school. And they know it snowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what bordeom does to me? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110703675860937267?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110703675860937267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110703675860937267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110703675860937267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110703675860937267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/am-i-still-weatherman.html' title='Am I still a weatherman?'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110697248421593023</id><published>2005-01-28T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T23:21:24.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to start a band, and I want to make a cool blog, and...</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling like such a needy person tonight. Last night was guitar rehersal for the recital. The band practicing before us rocked like they were the shit, and well, they were. It really just made me want to be in a band. Like, really bad. I don't think that's going to happen any time soon, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want a really cool, interesting blog! A lotta blogs have been introduced to me like &lt;a href="http://stereogum.com"&gt;stereogum&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://tequilamockingbird.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tequlia Mockingbird&lt;/a&gt; (Check out the entry "Well Yeah That Is Weird." It's hilarious.), and &lt;a href="http://www.satanslaundromat.com/sl/"&gt;Satan's Laundromat&lt;/a&gt;. I mean, it makes me want to like erase all this, start a new deep long-entry cool blog and yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do so much! Ah! I need to practice my writing. And make a new blog design. Goodbye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110697248421593023?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110697248421593023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110697248421593023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110697248421593023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110697248421593023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-want-to-start-band-and-i-want-to.html' title='I want to start a band, and I want to make a cool blog, and...'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110670322531766872</id><published>2005-01-25T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:18:54.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Culture Entry! Exciting!</title><content type='html'>After tripping over &lt;a href="http://www.stereogum.com"&gt;stereogum&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.whatevs.org"&gt;whatevs&lt;/a&gt; again, I'm inspired. Not only inspired to get the new Beck album, but to be more &lt;em&gt;pop&lt;/em&gt;. So, here I go. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I must adress &lt;a href="http://www.boardsmag.com/screeningroom/musicvideos/1458/"&gt;the new Postal Service Video.&lt;/a&gt; "We Will Become Silhouettes" is...different. The song is cool, and the video, well, it sounded promising. Jared Hess (Napoleon Dynamite) directed the thing, which explains it. I like it, but it seems too MUCH like ND. Aw. Here's some stills I took (I couldn't get 'em on the bikes...picture too fuzzy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/jenny1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/ben2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/rockerdude412/jimmy3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. A lot like N.D.. Not too bad, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I must be the only sane human being on earth counting down until the Ashlee Simpson show.&lt;/strong&gt; I just have to see the SNL footage one more time. Plus, Something about Ash just...draws me to her. This is obviously very bad to say, but oh well. lol. I swear, I cannot stop listening to "Surrender." I seriously need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad for two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) I am not the only person who watched SNL Saturday.&lt;/strong&gt; The episode was hilarious, and I'm so glad others agree. I must go with Stereogum, though. Just call it Amy Pohler Live already. lol. She's really funny, though, so I don't mind her constant presence. If only I could find a photo of Amy as one of the Bush girls. I just need it where she says, "BaDo BaYou BaThink BaDad BaIs a good BaPresident?" That had to just be the best moment last week for me. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Uh....I forgot. Oh well. See ya next night, week, next time I update.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110670322531766872?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110670322531766872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110670322531766872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110670322531766872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110670322531766872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/pop-culture-entry-exciting.html' title='Pop Culture Entry! Exciting!'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110649378127168651</id><published>2005-01-23T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T10:23:01.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads or Tails?</title><content type='html'>This week has been interesting. First, I couldn't fall asleep Monday night, even after watching PIECES OF APRIL. I'm not saying that's a bad movie, but movies tend to make me tired. I fell asleep at about 2:30am, which is extremly late for me. So the beginning of the week was just bad, except for the fact that I bought LOST IN TRANSLATION. The middle of the week was just angry with the whole Marisa thing. I won't go into much detail, but we were involved in many arguments. This week seemed really short, but at the same time pretty long. And tomorrow's Monday. blech. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Friday night, I returned to my DVD crazy state and rented two movies I've wanted to see for a long time. First, I rented &lt;em&gt;Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;/em&gt; . Wow. That movie was weird. It was extremly boring at first, then just became really weird. Then, it made total sense. It was a pretty good movie. The dialouge and editing really matched up. I thought it might be weird seeing Jim Carrey be serious, but it wasn't too bad. The character he played was a little quirky and just the right role for him to play. Not to mention, Kate Winslet was superb. Her character was awesome, and just, again, seemed like a perfect role. It was weird, though, seeing her slide on the ice away from Jim's character. Gave me a flashback of TITANIC. lol. Well anyways, to the point, ETERNAL was a cool movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I rented &lt;em&gt;The Perfect Score&lt;/em&gt; . That movie was actually better than I expected it to be. I hoped it wouldn't be a really stupid teen comedy, and it wasn't. Again, the roles were well asigned and the plot was pretty clear and real. The only thing was I saw the asian stoner talkingn on a behind-the-scenes thing and was shocked. The dude is british! He doesn't have the accent in the movie, but it was full on in the B.T.S. thing. Anyways, cool movie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. I don't want to go to school tomorrow, but I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110649378127168651?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110649378127168651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110649378127168651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110649378127168651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110649378127168651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/heads-or-tails.html' title='Heads or Tails?'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110582515835765826</id><published>2005-01-15T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T16:39:18.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misadventures of a Misleading Billboard</title><content type='html'>I use Laurens Road to travel a lot. Earshot and Best Buy are on that road, which explains the frequent use. Well, Laurens Road has billboards. Not many, but there are some. Mostly ones belonging to car dealerships professing their low prices. But for some months now, that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding in the car, I looked up at one of the billboards. It has a blue background, blue like the cover of Weezer's Blue album. On this board is a picture of a blond girl's head down, like she's about to cry. Beside her is a black strip with writing on it. When the billboard first started, it said, "I know he's cheating on me..." A few months later, she's looking straight to you, and the black strip says "I've started packing." I knew this billboard wasn't over with, and I couldn't wait for the next one. Was this some little campagne by Ad Council saying "Don't be with a guy who uses you," or something? This billboard filled me with excitment and curiostiy. Finally, today, I see the final billboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blond is smiling, and the black strip says "Buying a home has never been so easy!" In the corner, I see "Codwell Banker Realtors." Suddenly, I am outraged. I have no clue why, but I am. It's like...I was hoping the billboard would come out with a strong message, but instead it's for realtors. How could I be fooled like this? Also, I felt a little...offended. They took such a big situation and used it to try to get you to buy houses from them. Can't they just stick to red billboards that say "Everything we touch turns to sold!"? Why not? So, in the end, I was tricked, mislead, and out of curiosity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new audio side panel coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this was a lame entry, but I needed to update.&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/8934163-110582515835765826?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110582515835765826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110582515835765826' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110582515835765826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110582515835765826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/misadventures-of-misleading-billboard.html' title='The Misadventures of a Misleading Billboard'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110548890409457612</id><published>2005-01-11T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T19:15:04.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not for the squemish.</title><content type='html'>I woke up feeling on the rocks, and the feeling gradually increased until it reached its peak at abot 7:10. I felt like I was going to spew at any moment; my stomach couldn't take the pressure. So, I blew. I felt a bit better, but there was no way I could leave for school. When my mom got home from dropping the other kids off, I had on my shoes and I was ready to go. Then, I recieved a jolting pain in the side of my body. No way I was going to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is still acting up, but I should be back to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since nothing else happened today (except for Jill Sobule's "Supermodel" being stuck in my head all day), it's a short entry. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110548890409457612?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110548890409457612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110548890409457612' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110548890409457612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110548890409457612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/not-for-squemish.html' title='Not for the squemish.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110529036911209443</id><published>2005-01-09T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T12:06:09.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew weekends could be like this?</title><content type='html'>Wow this weekend has been great. Really tops off a crappy week. Not that there was a lot of madness or something, but I barley got any sleep. Plus, we had midterms which really drowned me out (especially the math midterm). Now I'm going into full on detail to waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first, I clean my room. I already said this in the last post, but I have to mention it again. I lit my Sandalwood incense last night, and it was almost magical. haha. But really, it smelled up my room. It made it smell great. Finally, I listened to Lisa Loeb's "Sandalwood" while the incense burned. Woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the whole lighting up, I went to the Greenville Mall with my mom. The incense shop was closed (which is not very surprising), so we headed to Best Buy. To top off my hippie weekend, (I already had the thought of starting a compost bucket after seeing one on MTV) I bought a Flaming Lips CD. &lt;em&gt;Fight Test EP&lt;/em&gt; is turning out to be pretty cool. There's this kind of funny cover of Kylie Minougue's (sp?) "Can't Get You Out of My Head." So, yeah. After that, I ate, listened to "Sandalwood," and called Lisa W.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phone call really changed my outlook on her. Before last night, calling her had become a drag. We would never really talk that much, and she'd always be doing something else. Last night, though, was superb. Somehow we got on the topic of the Nickelodeon show ALL THAT (I think we got there after Jamie Lynn Spears hah). We both made the pledge to watch it that night to determine if the new ones just suck or to see if we've just grown out of the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, as we were wishing they would show more Classic episodes of ALL THAT (or release them on DVD :-P), ALL THAT comes on. And it's a best of clip show. All from classic episodes. haha it was great. Let's just say that we haven't grown up-- the new ALL THAT just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela was all moody last night, too. I figured 11pm was too late to call her, so I didn't call her last night. I dunno what's going on with me and her. Maybe I'll call her later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got an iTunes gift card at Best Buy. I'm lovin' it, man. lol. I already bought Zero 7's "In the Waiting Line" from the GARDEN STATE soundtrack. That song is just...Superb. I love Zero 7. I really need to buy "When it Falls," but it's always so expensive when I see it. Anyways, I also bought The Sounds' song, "Living in America." This song is definitely song of the year material. It just has so much energy and such a great chord progression. I also bought LP/Jay Z's, "Dirt off Your Shoulder/ Lying from You." I hate the Mash-Ups album, but this song soars. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it. woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry honey, you can have the mayonnaise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110529036911209443?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110529036911209443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110529036911209443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110529036911209443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110529036911209443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/who-knew-weekends-could-be-like-this.html' title='Who knew weekends could be like this?'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110522820816195142</id><published>2005-01-08T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:50:08.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow! I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted in here forever. Last night was the dance, which was overall OK. I cleaned my room today. I fianlly have some room for my incense (sp?), which really add the final touch to my room. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out why I've been listening to so much Pop Rock now. I listened to LTC last weekend, and just got hooked on the pop rock. lol. Which is why I've been all Ashlee/Avril/Skye this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about it. I'm gone now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110522820816195142?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110522820816195142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110522820816195142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110522820816195142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110522820816195142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2005/01/wow-im-back.html' title='Wow! I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110443088253986879</id><published>2004-12-30T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T13:21:22.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle Bummed.</title><content type='html'>{listening to- Letters to Cleo- "Acid Jed," "Alouette and Me," Blink 182- "Always,"&lt;br /&gt;Green Day- "American Idiot,"}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm extremly puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've visited Marisa's blog a lot this week, mostly for dirt. I had the sense she was pissed at me, and I had to see if she was going to write about it. Well, she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day after Christmas we went bowling, like last year. It wasn't as fun as expected and there was some unavoidable arguing, but it was good I guess. I kicked Robert's ass, free of charge, but he wouldn't be a man and just live with it, he made up excuses. He's probably pissed at me now anyways, and I'm half pissed at him. I don't know. whatever. blah. He hasn't been my favorite person in the world for a while anyhow. &lt;strong&gt;I guess I just haven't been able to forgive him from last year and its all still in the back of my mind&lt;/strong&gt; and he'll probably never understand it. Part of it isn't really his fault, but most of it is. That has nothing to do with the current argument though. I must stop talking now before I say something I regret.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm wondering. What did I do last year? Was it when I declined to go out with her? Shit, that puzzles me. When we had the whole "Chelsea" debate, she told me about it. I never got it. Why would I deny her? I've always really liked her, and I had a chance. So, why did I say no? What happened that day? What was going on then? Was that during my Calynn/Lauren/Kelly time? I'll probably never understand it now, because she won't say it, and I can't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't get any sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another topic making me bummed is my microphone. I bought a new mic from RadioShack a few days ago. I was excited. Now I can properly record my demos. Well, I tried out the mic. It picks up as well as my old karaoke microphone. Damnit, this makes me soo mad. I bought a microphone, thinking it was PROFESSIONAL and it's not. I'm gonna try to mess with the volume and stuff on my computer to see if that helps. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have nothing to be mad about though. You know those people who say, "You're problems are nothing! Look at blah blah!" I'm having one of those moments. The news is that person. I watched ABC, MTV, NBC... and I can't believe this Tsunami. I really need to find a Red Cross chapter around here (I looked a little around the holidays, but not enough) and donate. I don't have that much money, just giftcards, but I feel like I have to help these people. There didn't seem to be many surviors from the tapes I watched, and that sucks. I really need to stop watching the news. I've done pretty good, until the Tsunami happened. I didn't really pay attention about it until seeing it on endless message boards and on MTV. &lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for me. Now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110443088253986879?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110443088253986879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110443088253986879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110443088253986879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110443088253986879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/12/puzzle-bummed.html' title='Puzzle Bummed.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110437160094168377</id><published>2004-12-29T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T20:53:20.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fast way.</title><content type='html'>{listening to: Letters to Cleo-&lt;em&gt;Wholesale Meats and Fish&lt;/em&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting the hang of this whole "blogging" thing, especially since I have a lot of free time lately. This school break is annoying me. It feels like it's been going on too long. I'm gonna miss the break, though, when school rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let's get real. We all have one. Everyone has that one band that has broken up, but they want to see them do &lt;em&gt;one &lt;/em&gt;more album and &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; more tour. For most, it's some eighties hair band like Motley Crue or some nineties grunge band like Soundgarden. For me, though, that band is Letters to Cleo. I recently bought WHOLESALE MEATS AND FISH used the other day, and it's an awesome CD. It's like a mix of both their sounds- The we-recorded-this-in-a-garage sound of AURORA GORY ALICE and their big-production-pop-rock-band sound of GO! Today, surfing through many message boards, I though. What if LTC did get back together to do &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; more album. I mean, all of the members are still living, and I'm pretty sure all of the members are in bands of their own (Kay's gone solo, Stacey J. is in American HiFi...). One more album, Letters to Cleo! Please! Am I the only LTC fan who feels this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also sad because I just can't find another band like them. I don't know if I'm just not looking hard enough, but they seemed a little original. I love Kay's voice and off-topic-not-even-well-constructed lyrics. Any suggestions for Letters-like bands?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really gotten over my guilt. I don't feel as bad about Chelsea and Marisa and all those people. I mean, I'm still mad about them saying the sh!t they said, but I'm just not as focused on it as I was before.  It's actually great to not have that weight on my shoulders. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're asleep and I'm awake...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110437160094168377?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110437160094168377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110437160094168377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110437160094168377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110437160094168377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/12/fast-way.html' title='The fast way.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110419717349095211</id><published>2004-12-27T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T20:26:13.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is my Sunday Night.</title><content type='html'>{listening to: Le Chevre}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was defintley the Sunday night I haven't had in a while. I think it was actually a Sunday, and that leads to the night. I woke up thinking about yesterday and it bothered me until about 10:30. I guess it's a good thing that I'm pissed Chelsea is disrespecting my girlfriend. I mean, that's what I've been told. My anger just seems to go a little deeper than that, though. I guess it's because whenever I mention Calynn or Ashley, Marisa and Chelsea give a big sigh. I mean, it's not like Calynn and Ashley are sent from hell. They're just my friends. My other group of friends. I really just want to know why they are mad at them. And I want to know why they're mad at me because Calynn ignores them. But, like the past few weeks, I'll never get a straight answer. The conversation will end just where it began. (Woah, Too much Kelly Osbourne).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel uneasy writing that first paragraph. 'Cause they'll see it. Oh well, it's everything I've said before. Now they can just correctly construct their responce in comments. That's one more problem I have- I need to stop talking. When I give a first reason for something, it's wrong. It's hard for me to tell the truth the first time. Which is why when I tell the real reason later, it sounds like bullshit. Also, I can overreact and just offer stupid reasons in the middle of a conversation. That only happens when I'm really pissed off though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so then the rest of the day is pretty much shopping. There was nothing at the mall except apathetic teens and fatigued adults. When we got home from shopping, my dad and I played basketball. This brought back a lot of memories about my younger years, when the neighborhood would all play Horse with me in the driveway. With Jefferey and Adie and Jordan and...wow how we've changed. I feel like I'm changing right now. Right as I write this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can thank Indie Rock for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, my mom got home and then we headed downtown. My mom, my dad, and I went to The Cook's Station and then headed to Horizion Records. They're not my favorite record store, but they had some nice things. I picked up Le Chevre's CD since it's nowhere else and I bought Aqueduct's EP. I then wandered to the "rare EPs" box and found Ben Folds' &lt;em&gt;Speed Graphic &lt;/em&gt;EP. I've heard a lot about the guy, so I decided to pick it up. I then looked at the "wall" of free CDs and picked out a sampler with My Morning Jacket, Stellastarr*, Kings of Leon, and much more. It was a hard desicion, since they also had a free Coheed and Cambria live EP there. I decided though to discover new music then to listen to a group I've already heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving, My family and I went to eat at Dragon Den, a fancy Chinese restaurant. Pretty pleasing and filling. After that, it was back home and where I am right now. At the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Lisa's letters/card in the mail. This, along with the CDs, finally brightened up my day. It was just too dark in the restaurant, though. Typing this I'm still plagued with the Sunday Night disease. Even though it's a Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Go pick up Le Chevre's CD at Horizion records. It's cheap and you won't regret it.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110419717349095211?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110419717349095211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110419717349095211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110419717349095211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110419717349095211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/12/tonight-is-my-sunday-night.html' title='Tonight is my Sunday Night.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110367756656616389</id><published>2004-12-21T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T20:06:06.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I awoke, I was on the highway.</title><content type='html'>I miss being single already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110367756656616389?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110367756656616389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110367756656616389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110367756656616389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110367756656616389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-i-awoke-i-was-on-highway.html' title='When I awoke, I was on the highway.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110298738249774579</id><published>2004-12-13T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T20:23:02.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rely on Relient K!</title><content type='html'>I need some more Relient K. Thankfully, they have 3 more CDs out that I don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110298738249774579?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110298738249774579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110298738249774579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110298738249774579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110298738249774579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/12/rely-on-relient-k.html' title='Rely on Relient K!'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110212386821637718</id><published>2004-12-03T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T20:32:20.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was A Kaleidoscope.</title><content type='html'>I put on my overcoat and walked into winter.&lt;br /&gt;My teeth chattered rhythms.&lt;br /&gt;And they were grouped in twos or threes,&lt;br /&gt;like a morse code message was sent from me&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cars on slippery slopes, they're stuck.&lt;br /&gt;People pushing through their mittens as I was beginning to feel it soaking through my shoes,&lt;br /&gt;getting colder with every step I took to your apartment, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was a kaleidoscope.&lt;br /&gt;The snow on my lenses distorting the image&lt;br /&gt;of what was only one of you,&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't know which one to address&lt;br /&gt;as all your lips moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I forget to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;All the things I scripted, they sound unfounded.&lt;br /&gt;And the look that you're giving me,&lt;br /&gt;it tells me exactly what you are thinking-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This ain't working anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got their mothers worked into a panic.&lt;br /&gt;Sledding down hills into oncoming traffic.&lt;br /&gt;The parents layered clothes until the children couldn't move,&lt;br /&gt;then kept them outside til their noises were blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got left there, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put on my overcoat and walked into winter,&lt;br /&gt;my teeth chattered rhythms.&lt;br /&gt;And they were grouped in twos or threes,&lt;br /&gt;like a morse code message was sent from me&lt;br /&gt;to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/d/deathcabforcutie.html"&gt;a-z lyrics.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110212386821637718?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110212386821637718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110212386821637718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110212386821637718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110212386821637718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-was-kaleidoscope.html' title='I Was A Kaleidoscope.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110108418601345312</id><published>2004-11-21T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:43:06.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't see why you'd want to live here.</title><content type='html'>I have had, most definetly, a great weekend. First was the dance on friday, which has to be one of the best dances I've ever attended. I was ready to dance, and the energy in the Caf was great. Plus, "My Happy Ending" came on, and Marisa got to dance with Cameron. I think it was a great night for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I purchased the best CD in the world. Earshot was open and I was ready to stroll through it's push/pull doors. I went straight to the Used CDs, not having any luck finding the perfect CD. I then meandered over to the Death Cab for Cutie CDs, and there it was- &lt;em&gt;The Photo Album.&lt;/em&gt; I picked it up, went to the counter, and payed the 14.99 it took to have this CD all to myself. After nights of listening, This CD fits the "Best CD ever" category. Great Job, Death Cab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon was Marisa's soccer tournament. Her team lost (to Karina's...ouch), which is okay to me. Her team still did really good at the game, and at all the games they've played before (Hey baby, they won!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept wondering why me, mike, cam, and alyssa were there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Information travels faster, in the modern age.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110108418601345312?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110108418601345312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110108418601345312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110108418601345312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110108418601345312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-cant-see-why-youd-want-to-live-here.html' title='I can&apos;t see why you&apos;d want to live here.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110056530819024143</id><published>2004-11-15T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T19:35:08.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could be your first real heartache, I'd do it all over again.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Everything around here's all boring and I haven't updated in forever. We had that party last night, and I was about to drop dead in Sci class. I need more sleep. lol. I'm getting around to some of those birthday CDs- tonight is &lt;strong&gt;something corporate- leaving through the window&lt;/strong&gt;. It's pretty nice, too. Way better than NORTH. so yeah. Anyways. I'm all bored because it's just one of those nights. My EP is majorly sucking right now, and one song is 7:09. That's mucho long, and that's after I cut out a bunch of lyrics. I need a new recording machine on my comp. Anyone know where I can get one for free/very cheap? Thanks anyways. Talks to everyone later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110056530819024143?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110056530819024143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110056530819024143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110056530819024143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110056530819024143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-i-could-be-your-first-real.html' title='If I could be your first real heartache, I&apos;d do it all over again.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110022567025204513</id><published>2004-11-12T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T21:18:56.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The fire still burns, but that's the way we get by.</title><content type='html'>{ listening to: Secret Machines- "Nowhere Again"&lt;br /&gt;Ambulance LTD- "Primitave (The Way I Treat You)" }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened today, except I had to teach 2nd period. Which was so messed up, because no one got the story. And me explaining it just made them talk louder. lol. It must really suck to be a teacher. I have been slowly learning that lesson throughout the months. First it came with Karate, and how teaching was a little confusing at first. It's not so much the method or the teaching part of it. It's that the kids hate you and talk about you behind your back. As a teacher, you're going to be wrong and you're going to have to admit and accept it. So, therefore, a good teacher knows she'll/he'll be hated and maybe sometimes wrong, but like Mrs. Griffith says, "You'll thank me later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take so long to learn such an easy lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back away from the seriousness. lol. I started on next week's review today, and it's looking pretty promising. I think it will be my comeback review, and I want it to be my comeback review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The death cab song is really going well on the guitar. I really need to practice it and put it together. Thanksgiving is soon, and that means EP time. Which I hope will happen. It'd be a nice birthday gift. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you care? No. My time is done! &lt;em&gt;Shake it out, Static Anonymity!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110022567025204513?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110022567025204513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110022567025204513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110022567025204513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110022567025204513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/fire-still-burns-but-thats-way-we-get.html' title='The fire still burns, but that&apos;s the way we get by.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110012660373911036</id><published>2004-11-10T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T17:43:23.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>- "The Appleseed Cast makes emo music" and many other wonderful sentences.</title><content type='html'>Today's entry will be like no others! I actually have many topics to talk about, probably too many for one entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, dealing with girls with PMS sucks. It's like bam time for all these girls...excuse me &lt;em&gt;women&lt;/em&gt; around me who are going through this crap. I think Chelsea's goin' a little overdrive with it. Marisa is thankfully more subtle. Okay, off that topic -brushes off shoulder-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in the mail I recieved my DEEP ELM promo CDs! They're pretty average, but still review-worthy. I have a feeling that next week will be my comeback with my review for Surrounded's CD, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safety in Numbers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So yeah, everyone stay on your toes and on the lookout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were also two fights at school which added intrest to this day. And, we played I SPY in the library. haha that was so much fun. I SPY looses its appeal when you grow up, though. You're ready to get the game over with. When you were a kid, you could waste your time and spend all day flipping through that book spending up to thirty minutes looking for a giraffe. Now, with our busy lives, we're used to moving at a fast pace. Which means, &lt;em&gt;shut up with the giraffe. It's here wherever it is. I don't need it to live so why look for it? &lt;/em&gt;This is, of course, very sad. Even as we reminise about elementary school, we can never go back. Our new lives won't let us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I declare that, ladies and gentlemen, adding substance to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is my bithday and I cannot wait. Woot Woot! -Spanks Elton John- haha Marisa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think you got me wrong / It's just another bad habit / You can eat your cake and have it / You can eat your cake and have it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Surrounded, "Neglectarine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110012660373911036?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110012660373911036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110012660373911036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110012660373911036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110012660373911036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/appleseed-cast-makes-emo-music-and.html' title='- &quot;The Appleseed Cast makes emo music&quot; and many other wonderful sentences.'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-110003828439045700</id><published>2004-11-09T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T17:11:24.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~ mixtapes are heaven ~</title><content type='html'>{ listening to: Semisonic- "F.N.T."&lt;br /&gt;                         Franz Ferdinand- "This Fire" }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello fellow patrons. I am very cold but will still write. I have decided blogger isn't so screwy after school so see me write then. But anyways, on to THE SHIZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature was fun today and my birthday is this weekend. We all "Googled ourselves" in newspaper and Marisa's brought up her blog. It took Mike and I forever to find ours. lol. It was hard, man! I've given up on trying to make this all kinda not personal 'cause like Mike says, no one outside the group is going to read it. Which is quite sad. lol. But life goes on. Now I don't know what to write! My editorial sucks, and this blog is going down! I need to stop saying that and write something offbeat and productive. So, here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done. I can think of nothing to write about. Blogs suck now. Well, at least mine does. Someone GIVE ME NEW FLIPPIN' TOPICS TO WRITE ABOUT! Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-110003828439045700?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/110003828439045700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=110003828439045700' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110003828439045700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/110003828439045700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/mixtapes-are-heaven.html' title='~ mixtapes are heaven ~'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-109988119437787912</id><published>2004-11-08T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:33:14.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lalalalalalala i want to waste space lalalalalalala</title><content type='html'>Blogger wants to work right now so I shall not waste this moment! Today I got mucho Taking Back Sunday mp3s from the Victory Records site. The game was flippin cold friday night. Yellowcard is on right now 'cause tonight is a post emo indie-rock night. I don't know what else to say. I'm so tired, and I don't want to say anything. No one's commenting so no one reads this or no one cares. Another one of my blogs down the crapper. lol. The time isn't even right on these entries. Well, this one is. I need a new day. ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-109988119437787912?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/109988119437787912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=109988119437787912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109988119437787912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109988119437787912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/lalalalalalala-i-want-to-waste-space.html' title='lalalalalalala i want to waste space lalalalalalala'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-109971256867320313</id><published>2004-11-06T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T22:42:48.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-Van-Awwwwwwwwwww</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. I'm not really tired, so I'll write. I'm on the phone with Jordan, for once. I haven't talked to her in, like, forever. Today was an ordinary day except in newspaper we made the teacher pretty mad. Then, tonight was the football game. Julia kept trying to get us to go to the Hillcrest side. I listened to some more of that EIA cd and I still like it. I especially like one band, Brandtson. I need some of their cds. goodbye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-109971256867320313?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/109971256867320313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=109971256867320313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109971256867320313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109971256867320313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/ka-van-awwwwwwwwwww.html' title='Ka-Van-Awwwwwwwwwww'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-109962192068116353</id><published>2004-11-05T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:32:00.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo music returns</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been gone. A lot has happened with the election, bad days, and other stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked over my CD collection the other night and found my EMO IS AWESOME / EMO IS EVIL CD. It's actually better than I remember it. Then, tonight, I popped in EMO Vol. 2. It, also, wasn't as bad. Well, it's hot in this room again and I'm getting tired because of it. I'm not really tired, I just don't want to write. So, talk to everyone later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-109962192068116353?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/109962192068116353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=109962192068116353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109962192068116353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109962192068116353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/emo-music-returns.html' title='Emo music returns'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-109934840650110320</id><published>2004-11-01T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T17:41:25.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at your watch now!</title><content type='html'>{ listening to: Jet- &lt;em&gt;Get Born&lt;/em&gt; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! This Sunday / Monday was filled with events! I will now describe them to you in great detail. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Halloween was Sunday. I had Marisa's party later that night, so I had to sit around the house holding in my excitement. I decided to go upstairs, grab my guitar, and practice. After a while I got tired of that and dug my &lt;em&gt;Seventh Grade Songs&lt;/em&gt; notebook out from my floor.  I wrote music to almost every song in that book. When I was done, I had only wasted an hour of time. I will admit, the 7GS use cheesy, cheap chords but they work. It's mostly G's and Emin's, but I didn't mind. It's my music, it's my crappy lyrics, and I'll do what I want! I might add them to my EP, but I dunno. I'm still working all that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was then time for Marisa's party. I went as Fred (Scooby-Doo) and was laughed at when I reached the door. Thankfully, Marisa had on her Daphne costume so I didn't feel so alone. I came in to Cameron chillin' on the couch playing guitar (I never got the memo to bring mine). So yeah it was kind of awkward but then we all loosened up. I played Marisa's guitar, Cam played his, and we all waited on pizza while serving trick-or-treaters candy. We saw this litte kid dressed as a tootsie roll. Now that's creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the pizza came. We ate, and Marisa's mom got mad at me. I had accedentaly put some silly string on the floor (It came out of my "hair"), so she got mad. One less point for me. If you don't know, Marisa's mom likes Mike way more than me, even though I'm usually thought of as a good kid where as Mike is the crazy hyper one. Anyways, we ate weeee cupcakes and then went trick-or-treating. All of us ended up spliting up, and then we went back to Marisa's! We sat on the couch, watched Scooby Doo 2, then played Spoons. After that, it was time to leave. I won't go into much detail because this is long and I'm ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a quiz in math, which was delayed because of a fire drill. How lucky. The day just went by slow, and I was tired. Not much really happened. I had that Gwen Stefani song stuck in my head all day. So now I'm out...have fun and comment.&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/8934163-109934840650110320?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/109934840650110320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=109934840650110320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109934840650110320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109934840650110320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/11/look-at-your-watch-now.html' title='Look at your watch now!'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-109923226108656283</id><published>2004-10-31T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T09:21:01.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Halloween</title><content type='html'>{ listening to: &lt;a href="http://www.letterstocleo.net"&gt;Letters to Cleo&lt;/a&gt;- Aurora Gory Alice }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was pretty much halloween for the whole town. They had a parade, and of course most everyone went trick-or-treating last night. We only got about four groups to come to the house (groups with about four or more people), which was way more than I expected. A lot of kids in the neighborhood have grown up or they go to other neighborhoods. Other &lt;em&gt;rich &lt;/em&gt;neighborhoods. Other &lt;em&gt;more populated &lt;/em&gt;neighborhoods. I tried to sit on the porch and put on this big act and it did get some woah's, neato's, and eek's! Mostly though the kids would stare at me after for candy, while I'm trying to shine the flashlight on a light-activated vampire coffin. They always stand in front of the light. Well, then I'm supposed to knock on the door and my dad will come out with candy. When he does, though, he can barely see out of his mask. So he ends up dropping candy all over the porch. I though this was lame until I tried giving out candy. Those masks are hard to see out of! Dang. Well, anyways, then we went over to Ron's. Melanie was there and she was about to head out to Cactus Jack's (I think) as a punk fairy. It was a pretty good costume. She said it was an all-ages enviornment, so I'm trying to beg my dad to take me. He obviously does not want to go. Which sucks, but oh well. We started talking about music and Ron said he'd show me one day how to use Cakewalk to record music. I am, of course, majorly excited about this. It also reminded me that if we go to Chris' house for Thanksgiving, he said I could use his studio and mess around, maybe record some stuff. Yeah, you got it, I've been workin' overtime writing songs and they're coming out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is officially halloween, and I have a party to go to. My mom says she's picking me up at 10pm because 10:30 is just too late. I'm pretty sure I can stay until 10:30-- I don't want to miss anything. I already missed the Handlebar recital, how can I miss this? I'm just majorly worried about tomorrow. I can't function that well with little sleep, which was why I was thinking Marisa would move the party to Saturday. She obviously didn't, so I'm going tonight. We're all dressing up as Scooby-Doo characters. Woo Hoo. LOL. I just hope everything goes well and this party won't suck. Maybe I can break out my Beyonce dance! Haha No I think I'll go with the new My Prerogative dance. wooo hoooo. I'm getting pumped even though I don't have pixie sticks yet. That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://helptherags.blogspot.com"&gt;Help the rags&lt;/a&gt; and comment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-109923226108656283?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/109923226108656283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=109923226108656283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109923226108656283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109923226108656283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/10/saturday-halloween.html' title='Saturday Halloween'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-109914126665791822</id><published>2004-10-30T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T09:07:51.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting off Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>NaNoBlogMo is starting to act like a big pain in my arse. I started one when I first heard about it, and found myself drifting. I just couldn't come up with a steady idea for a story. I'm thinking about though trying to push through. I've been fighting writer's block for MONTHS and I think with NaNoBlog/WritMo I can win. A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Letters to Cleo all morning. When I got &lt;em&gt;Aurora Gory Alice&lt;/em&gt;, like two weeks ago I didn't really bother listening to it. I skimmed through it and hated it. Now I have some appreciation for it, but it might take me some more listens to really like it. It's just not the same LTC as "Go!" so that's why I was kind of disapointed. But I just don't care anymore. It's like...mellow-chill-out-state-fair-rock AKA what-thirty-year-olds-dance-to-rock (haha Marisa! You do still owe me that Ted song on, like, MP3.) So yeah. It's pretty good seeing that I like thirty-year-old-let's-dance! music. Well, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I sound more intelligent on this post? Well this article (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/knowledge/2004/09/promoting-your-blog.pyra"&gt;http://www.blogger.com/knowledge/2004/09/promoting-your-blog.pyra&lt;/a&gt;) makes me want to promote my blog and be some big conglomorate commentary blog like Stereogum (&lt;a href="http://www.stereogum.com"&gt;http://www.stereogum.com&lt;/a&gt;) . Yeah Yeah Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways I'm still trying to convince myself I like interpol, but it's not totally working. I think this will turn out to be like AGA, where I don't like it 'till weekends later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song is on again. lol. One of my faves on AGA has to be "Come Around." It's mellow intro riff could entertain me for hours. Okay, probably not, but I can try. Wow this post is going nowhere and is hardly interesting. Well I have done my job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*)   Sorry about the links people. HTML is not my forte and blogger is screwing up.  (*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-109914126665791822?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/109914126665791822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=109914126665791822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109914126665791822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109914126665791822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/10/fighting-off-writers-block.html' title='Fighting off Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8934163.post-109910209767520141</id><published>2004-10-29T22:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T22:09:32.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like it even matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Here I go again; Won't you stop me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a new blog. And this is going to be my "OMG Jane and Billy acted like Biatches today!" blog. As much as I don't want it to degrate to that, it probably will. After just viewing Marisa's blog I was inspiried to make this so wooo! Her blog is called cloudyblueskies (blogger is majorly sucking right now so look for links later) so, notice my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to sound intelligent- I am glad I have that FRESH SQEEZED sampler. It has Keane on it, and today I actually watched the video. I am a sucker for cresendoes and that song hits the cake. Or bakes the spot. Whatever. Plus, it has all those great Yeah Yeah Yeahs songs. I have FEVER TO TELL, but the songs are so cool. lol. Anyways, other than having chinese food, my night has been pretty uneventful. But tomorrow and Sunday shall be a big bang so I should take a hint and get my sleep now. But I'm not good at acknologing hints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8934163-109910209767520141?l=helptherags.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/feeds/109910209767520141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8934163&amp;postID=109910209767520141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109910209767520141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8934163/posts/default/109910209767520141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://helptherags.blogspot.com/2004/10/like-it-even-matters.html' title='Like it even matters'/><author><name>spoonsandforks</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
