<?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-6917066</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:35.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><subtitle type='html'>none</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-109143256699545653</id><published>2004-08-02T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T00:42:46.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i haven't no update in long time, no? ok. so...here's me post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weekend camp 2! fun. tiring. opener done - sorta. weekend camp 2 done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disneyland! hrmm. short! magnets! salty! fun! leave! disneyland done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movie night! exorcist! funny/scary! camera! computers! m&amp;ms! movie night done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tshirt! hard. bleh. no fun. sorta fun. tappy. no no. yes yes. bad idea. tshirt done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music school! nice. too hard for me. pro. lalalala. amber alert! music school done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reagan library! sad. death. sad. movies. water leakage. expensive food. sad. big neck. reagan library done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beach house! visit. beach football. pier. sharks. hooks. soda. poker. beach house done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that be my latest happenings. one more week of =(. then TOC! x 2! AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-109143256699545653?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/109143256699545653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/109143256699545653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109143256699545653' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108733716865981426</id><published>2004-06-15T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T15:06:08.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skfdhasdkfjhsdkjfhaskdjhfasfd. oh my shmagiggy. i am soooooo freeeeacking bored. do you like the little c i through in there. yeah. i know you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday was muy greatastico. i woke up. did nothing for a LONGG time (yess...with 2 g's) and then i played kingdom hearts on EXPERT MODE and then i did nothing....and then it was 4 'o clock. time to go to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it was time to go to practice, i decided that it was time to go to practice. so i went to practice. and then i went. and it was practice. and so, i was really nervous. it was private lesson day, and so i decided to sweat profusely. yes. PROFUSELY! anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was over eventually. - oh yah...i went to boba loca. forgot about that. so american. it's kind of sad. but fear not! i will remain loyal to the tapioca express that is a 2 minute scooter ride from my house. yes yes. all hail los mighty tapioca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then me and sarah went to the spectrum - just cause we didn't want to go home. so then - we went to the spectrum. and being the nerds that we are - we went to borders. but borders is a cool place, yo. i assure you, it is.&lt;em&gt; this boat can't sink! i assure you, she can.&lt;/em&gt; yes. the bunnies are awesome. anyways...then we both got 'the pelican brief' by john grisham. yes  yes. good stuff. we then went to in n out and consumed foodstuffs. i learned the 'D-O-Double G Shuffle', by mr. miguel. as sarah says, it's good stuff. and it is. except that i am retarded and can't play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways - went back to borders and i read 3 pages of my book while sarah was on her celluLAR. so then - we went home. yes. it was good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now - today - i'm waiting for another LONG 20 MINUTES TO PASS UNTIL I GET TO GO TO REHEARSAL. bleh. i want to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning. went downstairs. tried to watch MURDER SHE WROTE but it was tooooo boring so i went back upstairs and played KINGDOM HEARTS ON EXPERT MODE - cause i'm a nerd. then i went downstairs watched half of RAIN MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i realize i have 20 minutes to do my chores and so i can't finish this. AHHHH. ok ok. i'll post latre. ok ok. see ya later :). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-108733716865981426?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108733716865981426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108733716865981426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108733716865981426' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108702392925872052</id><published>2004-06-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T00:05:29.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all this free time makes me sleepy. but thar'll be no sleeping for me. cause that would just be a waste, now wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went over to my friends house today. we were supposed to write - but no. ended up watching &lt;a href="http://www.angryalien.com"&gt;bunnies&lt;/a&gt; re-enact movies...in 30 seconds. haha. yes - i know - it &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; great. aaaaaannnnyyyyywaaaaaayyyys....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played the ending of kingdom hearts - which was kinda fun. the ending is like pants-peeing good times. =). then we played hp2 on ps2. that's one...haha...wierd game. ahhhh. those milky way cookie bars were good. =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came home. did nothing. gonna go see hp3 tomorrow. ohhhh jah! s'wonderful, eh? yes...yes it is. redid someones blog...it looks exactly like this one...hahaha...woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i miss people. well...more like just someone. =/. i wanna see them...right now. but that's not possible. as hannah cole would say - - boo minus. boo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thought of the day::&lt;em&gt; italics are fun =).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-108702392925872052?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108702392925872052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108702392925872052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108702392925872052' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108690310511659174</id><published>2004-06-10T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T14:31:45.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;goals for the summer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. keep in touch w/ people.&lt;br /&gt;2. spend time with someone REALLY special. &lt;5&lt;br /&gt;3. make out with a hot korean girl...haha. jk jk.&lt;br /&gt;4. call people a lot.&lt;br /&gt;5. go to disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;6. see 6000 movies.&lt;br /&gt;7. do well at all the camps.&lt;br /&gt;8. learn to read music better.&lt;br /&gt;9. visit troy drumline practices/ band camp.&lt;br /&gt;10. write that freaking novel.&lt;br /&gt;11. squeeze fat :).&lt;br /&gt;12. take a lot of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;13. finish editing lotr. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;14. read a good book.&lt;br /&gt;15. keep my room clean.&lt;br /&gt;16. not be so fat.&lt;br /&gt;17. see drum corps!&lt;br /&gt;18. hug someone 30 times in one day.&lt;br /&gt;19. sleeeeeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;20. tell somebody that i love them. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-108690310511659174?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108690310511659174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108690310511659174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108690310511659174' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108650578976533902</id><published>2004-06-06T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T00:09:49.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why is it i feel so left out when i'm not left out? why do i want so much more when i already have so much? why do i feel like i'm doing the wrong thing so much right now? it's horrible. but i don't think anyone understands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep trying to rationalize my decision - try to make myself not feel so stupid. but then i begin to doubt myself. but this doubt only comes from a thread of hope that might not even exist. i doesn't work. nothing works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't a plea for attention - but i just feel so unwanted right now. i feel alone. but i know there are so many people here for me. i just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess when you give up something that you have lived for - you have to die inside, just a little bit. i guess that's exactly what i'm feeling right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-108650578976533902?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108650578976533902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108650578976533902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108650578976533902' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108646127539506828</id><published>2004-06-05T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T11:47:55.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hrmm...let us see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banquet was yesterday. it was nice for the most part. wayyyy tooo maaaany awards. gosh - seemed like it would never end. it was horrible. but everything else was good. i went with nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll be lazy today and do nothing. maybe make my french notecard for the final. but that's about it. bleh. i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha...you like the new template? i like the picture. whoever that baby is....damn...that's going to be one sexy kid when he grows up. fo sho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have the strongest urge to go back to hawaii right now. AHHH! it was so awesome. boo. it should have been TWO weeks! ahh. boooooooooooooooo. i want it NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to see harry potter. haha. yes..s.e.r.i.o.u.s.l.y. yes. yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored and tired and this typing ain't making any sense to me. so i will go now. ahh. boo. i hope everyone feels better soon. ltf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-108646127539506828?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108646127539506828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108646127539506828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108646127539506828' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108563374977380458</id><published>2004-05-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T21:55:49.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this feels so familiar. but i can't let this happen. not NOW. no. it's too late anyways. i'll just forget about it...yes forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.days are kinda sad lately. and they're going by fast. 10 days left. whoa man. people say they'll miss me, that they don't want me to go. i dunno. it's nice knowing they care...i guess. i'm really confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was no one's &lt;strong&gt;fault&lt;/strong&gt;. this was just me, stuck in a place i didn't belong, somewhere i wasn't needed. so, i'm leaving. i'm still gonna visit as much as i can, gonna call people like crazy - gonna make a real effort. kinda sucks...this is the 2nd time this has happened. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason? i dunno. troy and it's stupidity? my own stupidity? my intolerance for people? i dunno. i'm stupid. that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss you people so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and honestly...i love you. yeah...i do. you mean so much to me, you'll never EVER know in a million years. i'd kiss you if i was courageous enough...i really would...not for any reason but it'd be an abtractly tangible connection between us. man...i'm gonna miss you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it feels so nice when you're in my arms. it feels like i'm home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-108563374977380458?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108563374977380458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108563374977380458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108563374977380458' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108535322997048142</id><published>2004-05-23T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T16:00:29.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so...i'm leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted this to be a 10 page long entry about my feelings and stuff like that. but it won't be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't really say anything. it's so wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sat down to write this and i thought that this would be easy. but it's not. because there's a part of me that doesn't want to leave, a part that doesn't want to let go. but i realized a while ago that i do not belong here...so i'm leaving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...i'm leaving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-108535322997048142?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108535322997048142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108535322997048142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108535322997048142' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-10851127365750220</id><published>2004-05-20T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T21:12:16.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited excited. but super nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. I HAVE TO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6917066-10851127365750220?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/10851127365750220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/10851127365750220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10851127365750220' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6917066.post-108408140314849078</id><published>2004-05-08T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T22:48:10.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.ofoto.com/photos637/1/12/59/78/84/2/284785912105_0_ALB.jpg" width='400'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow man. I love it. Championships tomorrow. I think we're gonna do well. PIT CAPTION. yeah. i want it. =D. ahashdjahsd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspirational quote time::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To excel is to continually perform. Not for a moment or moments. Not for a day or days. But to perform day after day, month after month after month, &lt;br /&gt;and to make the uncommon performance look commonplace. &lt;br /&gt;To excel is to take the inner drive of competition and not only embrace it, but master it. &lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder then, that when one truly excels, one is known for excellence. &lt;br /&gt;It cannot be taught, or legislated, or willed into existence. &lt;br /&gt;It must come from the very depths of an individual's desire to be the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By Some Awesome Old White Guy, Probably&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/6917066-108408140314849078?l=d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108408140314849078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6917066/posts/default/108408140314849078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-w-a-y-n-e.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108408140314849078' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888918244719632337</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
