<?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-6921945</id><updated>2011-07-14T19:40:42.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tao of Emo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</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>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-109185826617921484</id><published>2004-08-07T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T00:57:46.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodnight moon</title><content type='html'>Goodnight Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight cow, jumping over my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The xanga empire has won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love always, cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-109185826617921484?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/109185826617921484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=109185826617921484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109185826617921484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109185826617921484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/08/goodnight-moon.html' title='goodnight moon'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-109133964109259663</id><published>2004-08-01T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T00:54:01.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSTRUCTIONS: 1. Copy this whole list into your journal.2. Bold the things that are true about you. 3. Whatever you don't bold are false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;strong&gt;When I was younger, I made some bad decisions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;I don't watch much TV these days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. I love broccoli&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;strong&gt;I love sleeping (when i can)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;strong&gt;I have loads of books&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. I once slept in a toilet (Wtf...honestly...)&lt;br /&gt;07. I &lt;strong&gt;love playing video games [occasionally]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. I adore marijuana&lt;br /&gt;09. I watch porn movies&lt;br /&gt;10. I watch "One Tree Hill"&lt;br /&gt; 11. I like sharks&lt;br /&gt; 12. I love spiders, I think they're adorable, especially the ones with bright colors on their backs 13. I was born without hair and I still have no hair&lt;br /&gt;14. I like George W. Bush&lt;br /&gt;15. People are cool [ some ]&lt;br /&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a NISSAN and a pool&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife everywhere with myself&lt;br /&gt;20. I'm really, really smart&lt;br /&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;I have a secret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate rain&lt;br /&gt;24. I drink health juice&lt;br /&gt;25. Punk rock rules&lt;br /&gt;26. I hate Bill Gates&lt;br /&gt; 27. I love Vietnamese food&lt;br /&gt; 28. I would hate to be famous&lt;br /&gt; 29. &lt;strong&gt;I am not a morning person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 30. &lt;strong&gt;I have semi-long hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have short hair&lt;br /&gt; 32. I have potential&lt;br /&gt;33. I'm pure Afghan&lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;My legs are two different sizes I refuse to believe my legs are identical... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin&lt;br /&gt;36. I wear those long ass socks&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;I can roll my tongue&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;38. I like the way that I look&lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;I'm obsessed with italian food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I know how to french braid&lt;br /&gt;41. I can be pessimistic or optomistic whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;42. &lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I skateboard/snowboard&lt;br /&gt;44. I think that skateboarders are HOT&lt;br /&gt;45. I'm in a band&lt;br /&gt;46. I have talent&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have&lt;br /&gt;48. I think that I'm popular&lt;br /&gt;49. I am currently single&lt;br /&gt;50. I can't swim&lt;br /&gt;51. my favorite color is either blue, red, or white&lt;br /&gt;52. I practically live in sweatshirts&lt;br /&gt;53. I love to shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these next 3 are a fucking joke)&lt;br /&gt;54. I would classify myself as either punk or goth&lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm a prep, shop at abercrombie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. I'm obsessed with my xanga.&lt;br /&gt;58. I don't hate anyone&lt;br /&gt;59. I know how to square dance&lt;br /&gt;60. I have a unibrow&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm completely embarassed to be seen with my mom&lt;br /&gt;62&lt;strong&gt;. I have a cell phone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. &lt;strong&gt;I believe in God&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;65. &lt;strong&gt;I know how to play the tuba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. &lt;strong&gt;I need coffee to live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. I have had a boyfriend before&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;I currrently have a crush and they do not know&lt;/strong&gt;                                                        &lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strong&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;I want to have kids when I get older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. I have changed a diaper before&lt;br /&gt;73. I've called the cops on a friend before&lt;br /&gt;74. &lt;strong&gt;I bite my nails&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Hilary Duff fan club&lt;br /&gt;76. I'm not allergic to anything&lt;br /&gt;77. I love broadway plays, and have been to at least 3&lt;br /&gt;78. I have no idea who the 38th president was.&lt;br /&gt;79. I plan on seeing Mary Kate and Ashley's new movie&lt;br /&gt;80. I am completely shy around the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;strong&gt;I'm online 24/7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. I have at least 25 away messages saved&lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol or drugs at a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I loved Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;strong&gt;I've read all of the Harry Potter trilogy (theres more than 3 moron)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. If I were a dwarf, I would be dopey&lt;br /&gt;87. when I was a kid I played with G.I. Joe&lt;br /&gt;88. I dont mind country music&lt;br /&gt;89. I would die for my friends&lt;br /&gt;90. I think that Juicy Fruit is the best type of gum&lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;92.&lt;strong&gt; I'm obsessive and paranoid and extremely jumpy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. I would love to be demi moore because ashton kutchers a major hottie&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;I love the Beatles.. they're classic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the words to 'I'm a barbie girl'&lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;strong&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;98. I have to fart&lt;br /&gt;99. I want this damned thing to be over!&lt;br /&gt;100. I'm happy. [ right now ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-109133964109259663?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/109133964109259663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=109133964109259663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109133964109259663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109133964109259663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/08/instructions-1.html' title=''/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-109133838637983603</id><published>2004-08-01T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T00:33:06.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Boredom is no simple task. Tackling boredom is harder than tackling a 350 pound lineman. With boiled carrots as your only tool. And crazy glue too i guess, i mean its only fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had tender feelings that you made hard&lt;br /&gt;but its your heart, not mine, thats scarred&lt;br /&gt;So when i go home i'll be happy to go&lt;br /&gt;you're just somebody that i used to know&lt;br /&gt;You don't need my help anymore&lt;br /&gt;its all now to you, there aint no before&lt;br /&gt;now that youre big enough to run your own show&lt;br /&gt;youre just somebody that i used to know&lt;br /&gt;i watched you deal in a dying day&lt;br /&gt;and throw a living past away&lt;br /&gt;so you can be sure youre in control&lt;br /&gt;youre just somebody that i used to know&lt;br /&gt;i know you dont think you did me wrong&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stay this mad for long&lt;br /&gt;keeping ahold of what you just let go&lt;br /&gt;youre just somebody that i used to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, fucking fucking fucking life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-109133838637983603?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/109133838637983603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=109133838637983603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109133838637983603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109133838637983603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/08/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-109081141299960343</id><published>2004-07-25T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T22:10:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer blares</title><content type='html'>Summer continues to be the suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days is a pretty good show, for those who are interested.&amp;nbsp; That kid is just the same as me except in his dress...its kind of eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Leah is STILL in Maine much to my distress...and im going on vacation right when she gets back ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else has ever happened to me ever, which makes life majorly boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-109081141299960343?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/109081141299960343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=109081141299960343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109081141299960343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/109081141299960343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/07/summer-blares.html' title='Summer blares'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108865761823567886</id><published>2004-06-30T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T23:23:41.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see</title><content type='html'>long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer has just been a total bitch to me, not letting my ipod or interenet work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing eventful has happened so who really cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend looks to be nice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow i will post all my cds, and when i bought them.  On second thought, ill do that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnaked ladies - Stunt (Still good)&lt;br /&gt;smashing pumpkins - mellon collie and the infinite sadness (best purchase. ever.)&lt;br /&gt;The Wallflowers - breach (This cd got really dull but jacob dylan is dreamy)&lt;br /&gt;radiohead - ok computer (Really good cd, but didnt liek it when i first got it.)&lt;br /&gt;red hot chili peppers - californication (Still stellar, porcelain is their best song ever.)&lt;br /&gt;the beatles - sgt peppers lonely hearts club band (haha...my mom loves to buy me beatles cds...and you just cant deny them becasue they are so great)&lt;br /&gt;eric clapton and bb king - riding with the king (When im in a bluesy mood)&lt;br /&gt;rem - out of time (Environmentalist magic)&lt;br /&gt;mighty mighty bosstones - the impression that i get (my first ska cd. my dad likes it, strangely enough)&lt;br /&gt;ben folds - rockin the suburbs (Better than he was when with the 5)&lt;br /&gt;blues traveler - four (Really talented guy, unfortunately, all the songs are the same)&lt;br /&gt;the beatles - abbey road ( See above)&lt;br /&gt;counting crows - august and everything after (Still really good, better than new stuff)&lt;br /&gt;meatloaf - bat out of hell (Meatloaf is an amazing storyteller and he plays fantasy baseball. Honestly people, what else.)&lt;br /&gt;u2 - all that you cant leave behind( Bono is the man!)&lt;br /&gt;vitamin c (self titled) (Uh, has 1 good song! so, not worth it)&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard confessional - The places you have come to fear the most (Theyre early days/ unplugged were simply amazing, but this new overdrive stuff, me no like)&lt;br /&gt;New Found glory (Self titled) (Entereing punkassbitchcore phase)&lt;br /&gt;the ataris - 12 miles to blue skies and big something (Emopunk?)&lt;br /&gt;ninedays - the madding crowd (Really good songs, especially story of a girl)&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - Half hour of power (Now leaving punkass bitchcore stage)&lt;br /&gt;hoobastank (self titled) (SUCH an amazing cd, too bad everyone knows who they are now.)&lt;br /&gt;barenaked ladies - maroon (old school. awful album, except 2 songs)&lt;br /&gt;radiohead - kid a (Strangest and possibly one of best albums i own?)&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy eat world - Bleed american (Emopunk again, but better)&lt;br /&gt;yellowcard - ocean avenue (Nobody gets how long this shit has been around...)&lt;br /&gt;dave matthews - listener supported (Hes so good live, but his voice gets tiring on studio stuff)&lt;br /&gt;blue man group - audio (Went to their show and got it autographed!)&lt;br /&gt;pete yorn - musicforthemorningafter (Great stuff...too bad he cant make another decent album)&lt;br /&gt;john mayer - room for squares (One of my favorites. Hes so dreamy.)&lt;br /&gt;Jack johnson - brushfire fairytales (Folk is gooood)&lt;br /&gt;ben harper - live from mars (Still proving that folk is gooood)&lt;br /&gt;smashing pumpkins - earphoria (live pumpkins! ask for better. seriously. try me.)&lt;br /&gt;smashing pumpkins - adore (My first concert was this album! They were the best ever in concert)&lt;br /&gt;cold - 13 ways to bleed on stage (hardest album i own. emo though, strangely)&lt;br /&gt;ben kweller - sha sha (When he was still arrogant.  Worse than the new one)&lt;br /&gt;alicia keys - songs in a minor (These two are for Muzak. But not bad soothing music)&lt;br /&gt;norah jones - come away with me&lt;br /&gt;death cab for cutie - the photo album (Discovered them...first step to seth cohen)&lt;br /&gt;my morning jacket - chocolate and ice ep (Like radiohead. good, but weird.)&lt;br /&gt;modest mouse - the moon and antarctica (Great great album, new one is on par.)&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - Yankee hotel foxtrot (Chicago band for a chicago man...possibly my favorites)&lt;br /&gt;smashing pumpkins - machina: the machines of god (obligatory new pumpkins cd turns into their last album...not what i expected)&lt;br /&gt;nine - keep on movin (Cousins cd, suprisingly good - but better in concert)&lt;br /&gt;five for fighting - america town (Superman is the gayest song i like)&lt;br /&gt;bright eyes - lifted, or, the stroy is in the soil keep your ear to the ground (Best storyteller ever...conor oberst will forever amaze anyone who listens to him! Album of year 2002)&lt;br /&gt;red hot chili peppers - by the way (Turns out that the hit single was the worst song on the cd!)&lt;br /&gt;zwan - mary star of the sea (Billy corgans genius gone to waste)&lt;br /&gt;the juliana theory - love (The only cd i have of theirs...shame i cant get more)&lt;br /&gt;the shins - chutes too narrow (i was really into them for like a month...now all teh songs sound the same)&lt;br /&gt;tribute to heroes live ( Bought after sept 11....you do what you can, and its not a bad cd anyways)&lt;br /&gt;bonaroo live '02 (Gift from cousin....best jammy music ev0r)&lt;br /&gt;counting crows - hard candy (Crap compared to their old albums, but i went to see them anyways)&lt;br /&gt;less than jake - say goodbye to the blue and white (SKA PHASE!)&lt;br /&gt;(Many random ska mixes for like a dollar apiece)(END SKA PHASE!...but i still love streetlight)&lt;br /&gt;cold - year of the spider (Had to get it, metal meets emo still!)&lt;br /&gt;stereophonics - you gotta go there to come back (Really good band that sucked in concert...but they are still amazing in studio)&lt;br /&gt;damien rice - o (Best guitarist next to keller williams, and songs are 10x better overall)&lt;br /&gt;coldplay - a rush of blood to the head (Why not?!)&lt;br /&gt;mike park - for the &lt;3 of music (I only found a couple dls of him for a long time, but then i saw his album used for 6 bucks and couldnt resist!)&lt;br /&gt;death cab for cutie - you can play these songs with chords (Got oldest album at their concert, really shows diversity)&lt;br /&gt;martin scorcese presents robert johnson (12-bar blues. whats not to like?)&lt;br /&gt;the very best of the toots and the maytals (Reggae!)&lt;br /&gt;modest mouse - good news for people who love bad news (Thier newest album...which is lifting them to sellout status...almost)&lt;br /&gt;ben kweller - on my way (Saw him w/ death cab...really talented guy and not arrogant anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;the beatles - magical mystery tour (Classic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took me 2 days. What a total waste of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to me people...hopefully all will come to montis so we can feast, and everyone have a happy 4th of july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108865761823567886?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108865761823567886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108865761823567886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108865761823567886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108865761823567886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108804634460049407</id><published>2004-06-23T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T22:05:44.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>First, i apologize for my quiz obsession, but there will be another included at the bottom of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i picked up some superb CDs, The Moon and Anarctica by Modest Mouse, and A Ghost is Born by Wilco.  I highly reccomend them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my fantasy baseball team has moved its way into 1st place.  Here are the stats.&lt;br /&gt;3 Pitchers: 15-7 record, 190 K, 2.45 ERA, .94 WHIP&lt;br /&gt;5 Hitters Combine for: .316 BA, 62 HR, 230 RBI, 241 R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely. Off. Teh. Heezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer school is still a bore, but the week is coming to an end which is nice.  Im still eager to do anything with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturnine,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The General Info&lt;br /&gt;1.  first name: CJ&lt;br /&gt;2.  last name: Morello&lt;br /&gt;3.  nickname(s)/alias(es): None except Ceej&lt;br /&gt;4.  gender: Male&lt;br /&gt;5.  birthday: 5/10/89               &lt;br /&gt;6.  age: 17&lt;br /&gt;7.  place of birth: Chicago, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;8.  height: 5'8 ish?&lt;br /&gt;9.  hair color: Brown&lt;br /&gt;10.  eye color: Blue&lt;br /&gt;11.  do you have braces: No&lt;br /&gt;12.  is your hair long or short: Long and untamed&lt;br /&gt;13.  languages spoken: English, Espanol, Igpay Atinlay &lt;br /&gt;14.  zodiac sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;15.  siblings: 2 younguns&lt;br /&gt;16.  do you wear glasses or contacts: Nay &lt;br /&gt;17.  piercings you have: Zilch&lt;br /&gt;18.  piercings you want: Lip or eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;19.  tattoos you have: None&lt;br /&gt;20.  tattoos you want: None?&lt;br /&gt;21.  today's date: 6/23/04&lt;br /&gt;22.  the time: 9:25 pm&lt;br /&gt;23.  ready for a bunch more questions: Hell yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;24.  are you still in high school: 3 more years...&lt;br /&gt;25.  if so, what school: Loyola academy for teh not even moderately witty.&lt;br /&gt;26.  future school(s): USC, Stanford, Yale or Harvard maybe?&lt;br /&gt;27.  favorite grade: They all sucked, but 8th grade was ok&lt;br /&gt;28.  least favorite grade: 3rd grade&lt;br /&gt;29.  favorite subject: english...the teachers are more fun&lt;br /&gt;30.  least favorite subject: Math - not that im bad at it - i just cant stand it&lt;br /&gt;31.  do/did you buy lunch or bring it: brought usually&lt;br /&gt;32.  play any sports on the school's team:  Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;33.  do/did you do any extracurricular ativities: Used to do band!&lt;br /&gt;34.  favorite dance: If i could do just one, it would be my favorite&lt;br /&gt;35. most humiliating moment:  They were all equally bad i guess &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorites&lt;br /&gt;36.  number: 21&lt;br /&gt;37.  clothing brand: Probably J. Crew&lt;br /&gt;38.  shoes: My sandals or Getzes&lt;br /&gt;39.  thing: Music&lt;br /&gt;40.  tv show: The OC&lt;br /&gt;41.  sport: To watch, Football, to play, baseball&lt;br /&gt;42.  vegetable: Grilled corn on the cob&lt;br /&gt;43.  fruit: Cantaloupe&lt;br /&gt;44.  movie: Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;45.  magazine: Sports Illustrated or The national Enquirer&lt;br /&gt;46.  gum: Minty Stuff&lt;br /&gt;47.  ice cream flavor: Lychee or cotton candy, or just plain vanilla&lt;br /&gt;48.  color: Brown and yellow and orange together, or blue greys together&lt;br /&gt;49.  season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;50.    holiday: 4th of july&lt;br /&gt;51.  scent: Grilling onions&lt;br /&gt;52.  singer: Conor Oberst&lt;br /&gt;53.  cereal: Reeses Puffs&lt;br /&gt;54. thing in your room: My bed&lt;br /&gt;55.    place to be: in a basement &lt;br /&gt;56.  junk food: Munchos or gardettos&lt;br /&gt;57.  overall food: Spaghetti maybe?&lt;br /&gt;58.  store: Barnes and Noble&lt;br /&gt;59.  fast food: Culvers or Steak and Shake&lt;br /&gt;60.  time of day: 10:30. after that the fun starts&lt;br /&gt;61.  pizza topping: green pepper and onion&lt;br /&gt;62.  boys name: David &lt;br /&gt;63.  girls name: Katie&lt;br /&gt;64.    mall: Woodfield, or Old Orchard becasue im always there&lt;br /&gt;65.  board game: Cranium&lt;br /&gt;66. card game: Texas hold em or Magic &lt;br /&gt;67.  car: Teh honda element&lt;br /&gt;68.  letter: i guess Z, its worth a ton in scrabble&lt;br /&gt;69.  love or lust: It depends on teh person&lt;br /&gt;70.  winter or summer: Summer&lt;br /&gt;71.  spring or fall: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;72.  friends or seinfeld: Sorry leah, Sienfeld&lt;br /&gt;73.  diamond or pearl: Probably pearl&lt;br /&gt;74.  being HOT or COLD: Cold temperature wise&lt;br /&gt;75.  abecrombie or hollister: I only own clothes from one, so Abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Private life&lt;br /&gt;76.  do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend: Mmmhm&lt;br /&gt;77.    do you have a crush: i guess?&lt;br /&gt;78.  do you love anyone right now: I sure hope so &lt;br /&gt;79.  have you ever been in love: I think so?&lt;br /&gt;80. number of girls/boys you've kissed: Alot&lt;br /&gt;81.  number of girlfriends/boyfriends you've had this year: 1&lt;br /&gt;82.  how many hearts of have you broken: maybe 1 or 2?&lt;br /&gt;83.  how many people broke your heart: More than 1&lt;br /&gt;84.  best quote to sum up love: Every living being dies alone - R. Sparrow&lt;br /&gt;85.  so what is your bf/gf/crush like: Stellar all around&lt;br /&gt;86.  first thing you notice about the opposite sex: Is she outgoing or not, then looks&lt;br /&gt;87.    best weight for the opposite sex: 200 lbs is probably too big, under 100 is too skinny&lt;br /&gt;88.    best first date location: I wouldnt know&lt;br /&gt;89.  best first kiss location: in the rain&lt;br /&gt;90.  do you go by looks or personality: both, i dont want an ass that does logirythyms, or well dressed bombshell &lt;br /&gt;91.  ever kiss a friend: she wasnt my friend after that&lt;br /&gt;92.  are you still friends: see above &lt;br /&gt;93.  do you smoke: Not cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;94.  do you smoke weed: Ive tried it&lt;br /&gt;95.  ever trip on acid: Never&lt;br /&gt;96.  how about a little: Yes, a little. (wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;97.  crack, heroin, anything else: nay sir&lt;br /&gt;98.  if you could change your appearance, how could you change it?: id make myself strikingly handsome and inflate my penis to the size of a small aircraft. Derf derf derf.&lt;br /&gt;99.  can ex's be friends: yes &lt;br /&gt;100.  how many pillows do you sleep with: 3-4&lt;br /&gt;101.  are you a virgin: yes indeedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People You Know&lt;br /&gt;102.  best friend(s): theres alot, but probably my dog &lt;br /&gt;103.  known longest: not sure...&lt;br /&gt;104. can be superman: Nick (nickman)&lt;br /&gt;105.  slowest: Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;106.  hottest: Leah ;-)&lt;br /&gt;107.  craziest: Jimmy&lt;br /&gt;108.  loudest: Christine&lt;br /&gt;109.  shyest: Pwutrick&lt;br /&gt;110.  best hair: Pwutrick!&lt;br /&gt;111.  can always make you laugh: most anyone, especially myself&lt;br /&gt;112.  shortest: Not sure&lt;br /&gt;113.  tallest: Eric&lt;br /&gt;114.  talented: Kabat&lt;br /&gt;115.  best singer: Pwutrick&lt;br /&gt;116.  skinniest: Leah i think&lt;br /&gt;117.  nicest: tony&lt;br /&gt;118.  best personality: Hmm...thatd be micheal r. b.&lt;br /&gt;119.    online the most: limjoco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120.  thoughts when waking up: good thing i didnt die&lt;br /&gt;121.  kiss (ever): Probably my mom when i was X minutes old&lt;br /&gt;122.  kiss (with significant other): Some day in 6th grade when i was going out with beeta&lt;br /&gt;123.  screen name: orange54321 at deans house&lt;br /&gt;124.  self purchased album: Dashboard Confessional, the swiss army romance&lt;br /&gt;125.    enemy/bully: Timmy, my imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;126.  big trip: North carolina when i was little&lt;br /&gt;127.  sport you played: T-Ball&lt;br /&gt;128.  word: Ball. 2nd, touchdown&lt;br /&gt;129.  toy: rattle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130.  what are you eating: Lyshee Bubble shake. yeah im asian, what.&lt;br /&gt;131.  what are you drinking: i guess see above&lt;br /&gt;132.  what are you wearing: Death cab shirt and shorts, with my sandals &lt;br /&gt;133. any shoes on: Sandals!&lt;br /&gt;134.  hair: on my head, probably not clean or neat&lt;br /&gt;135.    listening: Hell is Chrome - Wilco&lt;br /&gt;136.    talking to anyone: Online, Leah and jimmy&lt;br /&gt;137.  sleepy yet: Plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Answer It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138.  are you a vegetarian: Never have never will&lt;br /&gt;139.  do you like cows: Yeah, beef!&lt;br /&gt;140.  are you a bitch: no, im more of an asshole&lt;br /&gt;141.  are you artistic: Musically, but not pen and paper wise&lt;br /&gt;142.  do you write poetry: Songs&lt;br /&gt;143.  are you a fast runner: No&lt;br /&gt;144.  can you ski: Water and snow!&lt;br /&gt;145.    are you british: This is a dumb question. No. And i wouldnt be british, more likely english. &lt;br /&gt;146.  do you want to spear britney: i want people to stop wanting to. If you dont liek her, just dont pay attention to her.&lt;br /&gt;147.  do the voices talk to you: This question really really wanted to be funny. It just wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;148.  did you ever give barbie a haircut: i smashed her head in the garbge disposal once&lt;br /&gt;149.  would you eat mac &amp; cheese with hot dogs in it: Most definitely&lt;br /&gt;150.    are you straight: Very much so&lt;br /&gt;151.  do you look for love forever or for now: You dont look for love, love just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152.  are you ticklish: Used to be&lt;br /&gt;153.  how old do you wanna be when you're married? between 25/30. Old enough to have lived the life, not so old that i start to bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;154.  simple or extravagent wedding: I have no part in it. The wife just does her thing.&lt;br /&gt;155.  How many kids: No more than 3, but not 0. I want to prove to my parents id be better than them&lt;br /&gt;156.  3 things that scare you: Ghosts, Giant Rabbits, Annihilation&lt;br /&gt;157.  3 things I love: Music, Leah, Seattle&lt;br /&gt;158.  3 things I hate: People who bitch and whine about the music industry, people who bitch and whine about their lives when they live in the fucking suburbs of a huge sucessful city in the best country in the world, people who say things that make no sense and/or sayings that have long been put on the shelf and think they will be cool or funny.&lt;br /&gt;159.  3 things I want: A car, a new house, the relinquishment of all media&lt;br /&gt;160.  do you lick your envelopes or use a sponge: Lick em&lt;br /&gt;161.  do you care about looks: You cant say you dont unless youre a hobo or starving&lt;br /&gt;162.  do you believe in love: yes &lt;br /&gt;163.  do you believe in God: yes&lt;br /&gt;164.  time now: 10:05 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108804634460049407?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108804634460049407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108804634460049407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108804634460049407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108804634460049407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/survey_23.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108796555323594870</id><published>2004-06-22T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T23:39:13.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooooo. Summer school sucks a big nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say...the days are slow lately...guitar, hanging otu with leah....etc.  But im having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah this post is for you to unbored you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im taking voice lessons so me and jared can serenade people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love always cj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108796555323594870?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108796555323594870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108796555323594870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108796555323594870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108796555323594870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/soooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108771170633976749</id><published>2004-06-20T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T01:08:26.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a keeper!</title><content type='html'>Spell your first name backwards:: JC &lt;br /&gt;Date of birth:: May 10, 1989&lt;br /&gt;Male or female:: Male&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames:: Ceej?&lt;br /&gt;Height:: 5'8 (Thats generous)&lt;br /&gt;Hair color:: Brownish&lt;br /&gt;Eye color:: Blue&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born:: In a stable&lt;br /&gt;Age:: 15&lt;br /&gt;Pets:: My puppy Corgan &lt;br /&gt;Piercing:: None&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo's:: None&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size:: 9.5&lt;br /&gt;Righty or lefty:: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Wearing:: Pants and Shirt and my Seth Jacket &lt;br /&gt;Hearing:: Bright Eyes - Sunrise Sunset&lt;br /&gt;Feeling:: Emo&lt;br /&gt;Eating/drinking:: Nothing...for a change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Guys/Girls/Love/Kissing/And Other Stuff::..&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you said 'I love you' to:: One person many times haha...&lt;br /&gt;How many people have you been in REAL love with:: Not counting my mom...2?&lt;br /&gt;How many people of the opposite sex have you kissed:: at least like, 3&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?:: Nay&lt;br /&gt;What do you look for in a guy/girl:: Smartses, eyes, cynics, open mindedness....im very picky&lt;br /&gt;What's the first thing you notice about the opposite sex:: Outgoing or not?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight:: No&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember your first love:: Duh&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in soul mates:: I think theres someone who is perfect for me that probably will hate me.&lt;br /&gt;If so do you believe you'll ever find yours:: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Family Stuff::..&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings do you have:: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your siblings names:: Mickey/Molly&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings does your mother have:: 10&lt;br /&gt;How many siblings does your father have:: 3&lt;br /&gt;Is your family close:: Very&lt;br /&gt;Does your family get together for holidays:: All of them&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a drunk uncle:: How about father?&lt;br /&gt;Has your family ever disowned another member of your family:: Im not 18 yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Music Stuff::.. &lt;br /&gt;What song do you swear was written about you or your life:: A Lack of Color - Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;What's the most embarrassing cd you own:: Dashboard I guess?&lt;br /&gt;What's the best cd you own:: Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness - Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;What song do you absolutely hate:: Anything by Nirvana &lt;br /&gt;Do you sing in the shower:: And in the bathtub, and in my basment, and before i go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Favorites::..&lt;br /&gt;Color:: Browns and tellows together or blues and greys together&lt;br /&gt;Food:: Smoothies and Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Song:: Something Vague - Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Band/singer/artist:: Band - Modest Mouse  Singer - Conor Oberst&lt;br /&gt;Animal:: Cats&lt;br /&gt;Movie:: Donnie Darko pwns all, but Elephant is good too&lt;br /&gt;Soda:: Dr. Pepper or Diet Coke...i try not to drink it&lt;br /&gt;Number:: 21&lt;br /&gt;Teacher:: JWil or Mrs. Butvilas&lt;br /&gt;Thing to do on the weekend:: Mope, Swim, See movies, Play poker&lt;br /&gt;Season:: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Sport to watch:: Football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Your Bedroom/Sleeping Habits::..&lt;br /&gt;What color are your sheets:: Grey/Blue&lt;br /&gt;What color are your bedroom walls:: Dark Blue&lt;br /&gt;Do you have posters on your wall:: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tv in your bedroom:: No&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows are on your bed:: 3-4&lt;br /&gt;What do you normally sleep in:: A few drops of chanel 5&lt;br /&gt;what size bed do you have:: Full&lt;br /&gt;Describe the last nightmare you had:: Umm...i dont remember...probably something with rabbits&lt;br /&gt;How many people can sleep comfortably in your bed:: At least 2&lt;br /&gt;Any unusual sleeping positions:: The Crouch and Kick&lt;br /&gt;Do you snore:: Nah&lt;br /&gt;Do you drool:: Nah&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed:: Moneys, books, electric stuff, guitar picks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::This or that::..&lt;br /&gt;Doughnuts/bagels:: bagels&lt;br /&gt;Day/night:: night&lt;br /&gt;Coffee/tea:: coffee&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers/hot dogs:: TURKEYBURGERS!&lt;br /&gt;Rap/rock:: Emo&lt;br /&gt;Punk/emo:: Emo&lt;br /&gt;Hot/cold:: cold&lt;br /&gt;Winter/summer:: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Spring/fall:: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;Operas/plays:: Plays&lt;br /&gt;Read/watch tv:: Read unless the sox or college football is on&lt;br /&gt;Cd's/tapes:: My Ipod&lt;br /&gt;Dvd's/vhs:: Vhs...it goes anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Old/new:: Depends...mostly new&lt;br /&gt;Mexican food/Chinese food:: They both rock&lt;br /&gt;Scary movies/comedies:: Scary but in a creepy way&lt;br /&gt;Sandals/tennis shoes:: What weather?&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn/pretzels:: Pretzels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::What Is Your Opinion Of The Following::..&lt;br /&gt;Eminem:: Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;Inter-racial relationships:: Im not into it, but im all for it&lt;br /&gt;Murder:: Who would like this? Of course its stupid&lt;br /&gt;Death:: Hopefully not annihilation&lt;br /&gt;Threesomes:: I wouldnt suggest one, but i could probably go for that&lt;br /&gt;Country music:: Folk is great, but big band is ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Have You Ever::.. &lt;br /&gt;Mooned anyone:: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Swore at a teacher:: Playfully&lt;br /&gt;Told a little white lie:: It knows me too well&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything:: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh pit:: No &lt;br /&gt;Been to a concert:: More than one&lt;br /&gt;Dated one of your best friends:: They werent my best friend after i dated them&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it makes you cry:: badly phrased...but yes&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law:: Who hasnt?&lt;br /&gt;Gave someone a piggy back ride:: of course&lt;br /&gt;Snuck out of the house at night:: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Felt like you didn't belong:: Does anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested:: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gone to camp:: Mmmhmm&lt;br /&gt;Won a bet:: More than once&lt;br /&gt;Written a love letter:: Never Delivered it&lt;br /&gt;Written a love poem:: Songs are poems right?&lt;br /&gt;Slow danced with someone you love:: After the fact&lt;br /&gt;Asked a friend for relationship advice:: Yeah...probably the wrong person&lt;br /&gt;Had a friend steal your bf/gf:: Theyve certianly tried&lt;br /&gt;Thrown up in public:: In dominicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Randomness::..&lt;br /&gt;Name three things that are next to your computer::  Phone Guitar Harmonica&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any hidden talents:: Im good at math but it doesnt show&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish MTV would play more music videos:: I wish people would stop crying about MTV&lt;br /&gt;Do you play any sports:: I love 'em, just no good at 'em&lt;br /&gt;What's the scariest movie you've ever seen:: Signs i guess&lt;br /&gt;What is your dream car:: Honda Element&lt;br /&gt;Do you think youre good looking:: Definitely not&lt;br /&gt;Do others think you are good looking:: See above&lt;br /&gt;Are you afraid of roller coasters:: A little&lt;br /&gt;Do you own a pool table:: I do not&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a dishwasher in your kitchen:: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Do you like chocolate:: At the right time&lt;br /&gt;What is your weakness:: Too picky&lt;br /&gt;How many kids do you want to have:: Not more than 3&lt;br /&gt;What is your ideal way to die:: During a heroic act or very very ironically&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself a trendy person: Everyone is&lt;br /&gt;How do you release stress:: Crying or yelling at my dad or both&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person to e-mail you:: 2hot4ulesbo&lt;br /&gt;Do you tan easily:: Never tried it&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hair naturally:: Brownish&lt;br /&gt;Worst feeling in the world?:: Loneliness or Too much attention&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world:: None&lt;br /&gt;Do you catch yourself using online terms in your real life?:: Pwned&lt;br /&gt;What do people think of you:: Hes wierd. Sometimes good weird.&lt;br /&gt;r (Are) you a likeable person:: Corrected that one... and probably not&lt;br /&gt;When are you moving?:: What a bad question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..::Have you ever::..&lt;br /&gt;Danced in the rain:: Not a real dance&lt;br /&gt;Kissed someone:: Yep&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol:: Once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Slept around:: That is so me&lt;br /&gt;Partied 'til the sun came up:: No&lt;br /&gt;Had a movie marathon:: Of the same movie&lt;br /&gt;Gone too far on a dare:: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Spun until you were immensely dizzy:: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;===========&lt;br /&gt;*1. Initials: CJM&lt;br /&gt;*2. Natural Hair Color: Brownish&lt;br /&gt;*3. Hair Color Currently: Brownish&lt;br /&gt;*4. Eye Color At Birth: Blue&lt;br /&gt;*5. Eye Color Currently: Blue (This looks familiar...)&lt;br /&gt;*6. Height: 5'8&lt;br /&gt;*7. Glasses/Contacts: Sunglasses?&lt;br /&gt;*8. Birthdate: May 10, 1989&lt;br /&gt;*9. Sign: Taurus&lt;br /&gt;*10. Current Age: 15 &lt;br /&gt;*11. Siblings' Names: MICKEYMOLLY&lt;br /&gt;*12. Location: MorGro&lt;br /&gt;*13. School Attending: loyola &lt;br /&gt;*15. GPA: Solid&lt;br /&gt;*16. College Plans: USC&lt;br /&gt;*17. Planned College Major(s): PreMed or Prelaw&lt;br /&gt;*18. Planned College Minor: Drinking&lt;br /&gt;*19. Any Piercings: nay&lt;br /&gt;*20. Any Tattoos: negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOCIAL LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;*1. Girl Friend(s): For once i get to say yes!&lt;br /&gt;*2. Guy Friend(s): A few&lt;br /&gt;*3. Theres no question here...&lt;br /&gt;*4. Current Crush: I have one&lt;br /&gt;*5. Hobbies: Stuff mostly, gutiar and music and movies and poker and fun&lt;br /&gt;*6. Pager: Yes, i live in 1993 obviously&lt;br /&gt;*7. Are You Center Of Attention Or Wallflower: Wallflower&lt;br /&gt;*8. What Type Automobile Do You Drive: nothin&lt;br /&gt;*9. What Type Automobile Do You Wish You Drove: Element&lt;br /&gt;*10. Would You Rather Be With Friends Or On A Date: Both sort of?&lt;br /&gt;*11. Where Is The Best Hangout: Nowhere&lt;br /&gt;*12. Do You Have A Job: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PERSONAL:&lt;br /&gt;*1. Who Is Your Role Model: Conor Oberst&lt;br /&gt;*2. What Are Your Pet Peeves: Idiocy, obnoxiousity, makeup&lt;br /&gt;*3. Have You Ever Been In Love: yep&lt;br /&gt;*5. Have You Ever Cried Over The Opposite Sex: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;*6. Do You Have A "Type" Of Person You Always Go For? I like to mix it up&lt;br /&gt;*7. Have You Ever Lied To Your Best Friend(s): No&lt;br /&gt;*8. Ever Wanted To Get Revenge on Someone: Yes &lt;br /&gt;*9. Ever Been Cheated On: no&lt;br /&gt;*10. Ever Said I Love You To A Significant Other: yes&lt;br /&gt;*11. Rather Be Dumper Or Dumped: Dumped&lt;br /&gt;*12. Rather Have A Relationship Or A "Hookup": Relationship&lt;br /&gt;*13. Want Someone You Don't Have Right Now: Do celebrities count?&lt;br /&gt;*14. Ever Liked Your Best Guy/Girl Friend: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;*15. Do You Want To Get Married: Not now&lt;br /&gt;*16. Do You Want Kids: A few&lt;br /&gt;*17. Do You Believe In Psychics: No&lt;br /&gt;*18. Do You Believe You Know The Person Who You Are Going To Marry At This Point In Life? Its possible&lt;br /&gt;*19. What Is Your Favorite Part Of Your Body: My hands &lt;br /&gt;*20. What Is Your Favorite Part Of Your Emotional Being: My ability to feel lonely in any situation&lt;br /&gt;*21. Are You Happy With You: never will be&lt;br /&gt;*22. Are You Happy With Your Life: It could always be better&lt;br /&gt;*23. Are You Scared Right Now?: Of alot&lt;br /&gt;*24. Depressed?: As always&lt;br /&gt;*25. If You Could Change Something In Your Life Right Now What Would It Be? My willpower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITE:&lt;br /&gt;*1. Sports Team: White Sox&lt;br /&gt;*2. Room In house: Basement&lt;br /&gt;*3. Girl's Name: Katie&lt;br /&gt;*4. Guy's Name: Maximillian&lt;br /&gt;*5. Person to talk to about your problems: Myself&lt;br /&gt;*6. Songs: Conor oberst, DCFC, BK, Wilco, BF, MM, buy some albums guys.&lt;br /&gt;*7. Movies: Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;*8. Actors/Actresses: Jake Gyllenhall, Jena Malone, Lara Flynn Boyle, Rip Torn&lt;br /&gt;*9. Beverage: Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;*10. Candy: Mints&lt;br /&gt;*11. Family Member: Dog&lt;br /&gt;*12. Salad Dressing: Newmans Own Original&lt;br /&gt;*13. Blanket/Stuffed Animal: Thumper &lt;br /&gt;*14. Favorite quote from a movie: "He told me to forcibly insert the lifeline activity card into my anus!"&lt;br /&gt;*15. Day of The Week: Friday&lt;br /&gt;*16. Color: Browns/Yellows or Blues/Greys&lt;br /&gt;*17. Perfume And Cologne: Deodorant?&lt;br /&gt;*18. TV Shows: The OC, THEY&lt;br /&gt;*19. Flower: Dandylions&lt;br /&gt;*20. Fast Food Place: Culvers or Steak n Shake&lt;br /&gt;*21. Game: Texas Hold 'Em&lt;br /&gt;*22. Teacher: JWIL or Butvillas&lt;br /&gt;*23. Love Song: Lila - Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;*24. Clothing: Seth Cohen jacket, khakis, nice polo. Sandals or GEtz'es but never All-stars.&lt;br /&gt;*25. Possession: Guitar&lt;br /&gt;*26. Vacation Spot: I hate vacation&lt;br /&gt;*27. Person To Give Advice To: My brother&lt;br /&gt;*28. Person To Get Advice From: Uncle Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last cigarette: I dont remember one&lt;br /&gt;last car ride: i walk everywhere...to a grad party!&lt;br /&gt;last kiss: Forever ago&lt;br /&gt;last good cry: Its never good&lt;br /&gt;last library book checked out: Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;last movie seen: Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;last book read: BLinded&lt;br /&gt;last cuss word uttered: ARSEFSCK&lt;br /&gt;last beverage drank: Iced Tea&lt;br /&gt;last food consumed: Fruit Loop Krispies&lt;br /&gt;last crush: Leah i guess?&lt;br /&gt;last phone call: Leah&lt;br /&gt;last tv show watched: Sox game&lt;br /&gt;last time showered: this morning&lt;br /&gt;last shoes worn: Birkenstocks&lt;br /&gt;last cd played: Dashboard to go to sleep - Fevers and Mirrors on my ipod&lt;br /&gt;last downloaded: Dont download kiddies&lt;br /&gt;last annoyance: dad&lt;br /&gt;last soda drank: Idk&lt;br /&gt;last thing written: text to leah&lt;br /&gt;last key used: idk&lt;br /&gt;last word spoken: up&lt;br /&gt;last sleep: this morn&lt;br /&gt;last weird encounter:Gibbs&lt;br /&gt;last time hugged: 2 days ago?&lt;br /&gt;last time scolded: 2 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;last time resentful: never&lt;br /&gt;last chair sat in: this one&lt;br /&gt;last lipstick used: ?&lt;br /&gt;last bra worn: my black silk one&lt;br /&gt;last time dancing: haha never&lt;br /&gt;last poster looked at: Donnie darko&lt;br /&gt;last webpage visited: Kates xanga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 MINUTE AGO I WAS: looking at this screen&lt;br /&gt;1 HOUR AGO I WAS: Talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;1 DAY AGO I WAS: asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 WEEK AGO I WAS: asleep&lt;br /&gt;1 YEAR AGO I WAS: asleep&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: Leah!&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: The world &lt;br /&gt;I MISS: Kate&lt;br /&gt;I LEARNED: ABout 'nam&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108771170633976749?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108771170633976749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108771170633976749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108771170633976749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108771170633976749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-is-keeper.html' title='This is a keeper!'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108757349725118135</id><published>2004-06-18T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T10:44:57.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The more awesomest guy</title><content type='html'>"The more awesomest is me."&lt;br /&gt;- Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who that guy was but he said it very sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday...went to Desiree's house and swimmed in her pool, had fun for once, which was on the nice side.  Ive already been awake for 4 hours, if you can believe that, and i plan on napping soon. The lady buisness has been cured, in large part due to youseff and desiree.  Thanks guys. Maybe ill take you out for a smoothie sometime.  No, probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the weekend...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108757349725118135?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108757349725118135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108757349725118135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108757349725118135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108757349725118135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/more-awesomest-guy.html' title='The more awesomest guy'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108740835865515445</id><published>2004-06-16T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T12:52:38.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chatterbox</title><content type='html'>Please talk to me...my chatterbox pwnz 4ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me if something fun manages to make its way into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108740835865515445?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108740835865515445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108740835865515445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108740835865515445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108740835865515445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/chatterbox.html' title='Chatterbox'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108732233651518892</id><published>2004-06-15T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-15T12:58:56.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L4m3rz</title><content type='html'>Summer is so lame thus far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres nothing to do except get my white ass bitten by mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any desire to do anything at all, please contact me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in my toast,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108732233651518892?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108732233651518892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108732233651518892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108732233651518892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108732233651518892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/l4m3rz.html' title='L4m3rz'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108706516453353058</id><published>2004-06-12T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:32:44.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry...this just totally calls for a double dip....</title><content type='html'>1. If I were a month I would be: October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If I were a day of the week I would be: Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If I were a time of day I would be: 10:30 Pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If I were a planet I would be: Neptune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If I were a sea animal I would be: Sea Anenome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I were a direction I would be: NNW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I were a piece of furniture I would be: Loveseat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If I were a sin I would be: Stealing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If I were a historical figure I would be: Da Vinci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If I were a liquid I would be: Seawater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. If I were a stone, which would I be: Granite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If I were a tree, I would be: Redwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If I were a bird, I would be: Blue Jay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If I were a tool, I would be: Crowbar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If I were a flower/plant, I would be: Cactii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If I were a kind of weather, I would be: Dreary Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If I were a musical instrument, I would be: A piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If I were an animal, I would be: A koala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If I were a color, I would be: Slate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If I were an emotion, I would be: Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If I were a vegetable, I would be: Zucchini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If I were a sound, I would be: Rain on a lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If I were an element, I would be: Oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If I were a car, I would be: Honda Element&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If I were a song, I would be: Pot Kettle Black - Wilco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If I were a movie, I would be directed by: Richard Kelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. If I were a book, I would be written by: Bukowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If I were a food, I would be: Peppered Noodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If I were a place, I would be: Seattle Coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. If I were a material, I would be: Courduroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. If I were a taste, I would be: Mild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. If I were a scent, I would be: Grilling onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. If I were a word, I would be: Tremendous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. If I were a body part I would be: The mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. If I were a facial expression I would be: Begging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If I were a subject in school I would be: English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If I were a cartoon character I would be: Marvin the martian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If I were a shape I would be a: Circle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. If I were a song I would be by: Bright Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If I were an album, i would be: Yankee Hotel Foxtrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If I were a year, I would be: 1979&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. If I were an Ipod Mini, my color would be: Silver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. If I were a Computer program, i Would be: Itunes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. If I were a movie I would be: Donnie Darko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. If I were a book I would be: Hatchet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. If I were an actor I would be: Jake Gyllenhall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. If i were an actress I would be: Lara Flynn Boyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. If I were a fruit I would be: Lychee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. If I were a state i would be: Vermont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50: If I was anyone in the world, I would be: Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 38 questions before, so i threw a couple more in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it will say something about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More likely not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored once again,&lt;br /&gt;Cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108706516453353058?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108706516453353058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108706516453353058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108706516453353058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108706516453353058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/sorrythis-just-totally-calls-for.html' title='Sorry...this just totally calls for a double dip....'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108705946954039681</id><published>2004-06-12T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T11:57:49.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a little....woozy</title><content type='html'>When was my last post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont really remember...but the last few days have been mostly poker and movies.  Um...there was some paintballing mixed in there too... Summer just melts everything together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully now that NW is off i can start to have fun again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108705946954039681?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108705946954039681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108705946954039681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108705946954039681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108705946954039681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/feeling-littlewoozy.html' title='Feeling a little....woozy'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108684290376327372</id><published>2004-06-09T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T23:48:23.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im leetsauce</title><content type='html'>My cousins dont know what 1337sauce and nubsauce is, so it was funny to say that to them while i paintballed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Mike you are nubsauce!"&lt;br /&gt;Mike: (pokes head out) "What does that mean?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: BLAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paintball sure is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me mike and david hung out with the ladies. Many sexy ladies. MANY. Sexy!. Ladies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to be sure you read that last line right ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats the story of my day, and nothing is really on my nerves so you dont have to bear a rant! Unfortunately, this seems to be more and more like a xanga.  There will be new material by the end of the week. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108684290376327372?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108684290376327372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108684290376327372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108684290376327372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108684290376327372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-leetsauce.html' title='Im leetsauce'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108675848698470313</id><published>2004-06-09T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T00:21:26.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Hot Heat</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was infinite hotzorz.  I watched last comic standing with mike and it was funny!  We also swan in his pool to cool off and he made me a great hamburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i got to visit my mom's work, wich was rather interesting, and i got to see a movie wiht Leah and some of her friends, whcih was significantly more interesting.  Im still mourning my cat though... :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow its likely off to grandmothers, and hopefully to david's at night.  Summer is starting to swing, and i hope it stays well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caliente,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108675848698470313?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108675848698470313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108675848698470313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108675848698470313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108675848698470313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/hot-hot-heat.html' title='Hot Hot Heat'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108664244429834384</id><published>2004-06-07T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T16:45:39.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Kitty...</title><content type='html'>Summer starts off on a sad note for me...my cat T2 died last night :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP T2 06/06/04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis a sad day in Jockeytown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody claim that you cried yourself to sleep because you are definitely not sleeping if you are crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more real than before,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps matchbook romance is junk. just so we're all clear on that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108664244429834384?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108664244429834384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108664244429834384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108664244429834384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108664244429834384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/rip-kitty.html' title='RIP Kitty...'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108640861702244851</id><published>2004-06-04T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T23:13:33.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools out, for the summer...</title><content type='html'>Finally done with my freshman year....no longer a lowly freshman but rather a jackass sophmore!  W00t!  Finals went as expected, and i hope i did well on my math.  Otherwise I'm just glad to get some extra sleep for the next 2 weeks before the dreaded summer school begins.  For all those leaving Loyola, i wish you the best (Especially Andrew), and for all those sucking it up and sticking around, may you all party hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tonight was rather uneventful, got to watch Kyle's concert, but they were better last year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes for sophmore year and this summer&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108640861702244851?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108640861702244851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108640861702244851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108640861702244851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108640861702244851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='Schools out, for the summer...'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108630141964383691</id><published>2004-06-03T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T17:23:39.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Diggs in Town</title><content type='html'>They call me Captain Insane-O. More realistically, they call me Monti. I have decided to become co-master of Cj's blog, to help him make it nicer and to have someone whose posts make sense. Though I do not support or listen to emo, I am doing this to spite xanga. I'll be posting occasionally and updating the site. Also, I am refering to my self as Captain Insane-o, because no one can take that away from me. No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         - Monti, the utterly insane captain&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/6921945-108630141964383691?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108630141964383691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108630141964383691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108630141964383691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108630141964383691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/new-diggs-in-town.html' title='New Diggs in Town'/><author><name>Captain Insane-O</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02530877227907898707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108629892528972872</id><published>2004-06-03T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T16:42:05.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...codey</title><content type='html'>Incidents lively or vivacious entitites, listen each at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sense may not, didnt edward condone overage yodeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without everyone wont indetermanent little ladies hang over outside katies underwear please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me if you get it&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108629892528972872?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108629892528972872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108629892528972872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108629892528972872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108629892528972872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/mmmmcodey.html' title='Mmmm...codey'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108622494695910021</id><published>2004-06-02T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T20:09:06.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey</title><content type='html'>Im such a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who...&lt;br /&gt;.Slept in your bed: Me?&lt;br /&gt;.Saw you cry: Corgan&lt;br /&gt;.Made you cry: Inadvertently, My school.&lt;br /&gt;.Spent the night at your house: Lots of folks&lt;br /&gt;.You went to the movies with: Leah and Kellen&lt;br /&gt;.You went to the mall with: Leah and Kellen&lt;br /&gt;.Yelled at you: Dad&lt;br /&gt;.Sent you an e-mail: HottlesboJennaxo10&lt;br /&gt;.Said they were going to kill you: The cricket outside my window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever... &lt;br /&gt;.Said "I love you" and meant it? Regretfully&lt;br /&gt;.Gotten in a fight w/ your dog/cat/bird/fish,etc.? Me and my dog are currently on speaking terms again&lt;br /&gt;.Been to New York? Yep&lt;br /&gt;.Been to Florida? Yep&lt;br /&gt;.California? Yep&lt;br /&gt;.Hawaii? I'm not THAT well traveled&lt;br /&gt;.Mexico? Yep&lt;br /&gt;.China? Again, a little too far from home&lt;br /&gt;.Canada? I wish&lt;br /&gt;.Dreamed something really crazy and then it happened the next day? Maybe not the next day, but surely i have&lt;br /&gt;.Got a really bad feeling about something then it happened? Usually bad things just ambush me.&lt;br /&gt;.Had an imaginary friend? Timmy.  I had to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick one...&lt;br /&gt;.Red or blue? Blue&lt;br /&gt;.Spring or fall? Autumn&lt;br /&gt;.Santa or Rudolph? Rudolph.  He doesnt eat my fucking cookies.&lt;br /&gt;.Math or English? English&lt;br /&gt;.Target or Wal-Mart? Target&lt;br /&gt;.High school or college? College...honestly...&lt;br /&gt;.Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff...&lt;br /&gt;.What are you going to do after you finish this survey? Pretend to study for finals&lt;br /&gt;.What was the last food you ate? Stir fry&lt;br /&gt;.Are you bored? When am i not?&lt;br /&gt;.How many buddies? On aim, 127, for true, maybe 20. &lt;br /&gt;.Last movie you saw? The first 20 minutes of Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;.Last noise you heard? Everything in its right place&lt;br /&gt;.Last time you went out of the state: Visit my g-mizzle two months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which friend...&lt;br /&gt;.Laughs the weirdest? me&lt;br /&gt;.Will grow up and be a model? Allison&lt;br /&gt;.Going to have the most kids? Kate&lt;br /&gt;.Will be famous? Youseff...for all the wrong reasons&lt;br /&gt;.Have you known the longest? McLean? I'm not sure...&lt;br /&gt;.Is the quietest? Patty Melt&lt;br /&gt;.Is the loudest? Leah&lt;br /&gt;.Do you have the most classes with? Ginny&lt;br /&gt;.Is the weirdest? Richard&lt;br /&gt;.Is the funniest? Eddie&lt;br /&gt;.Is the moodiest? Me probably.&lt;br /&gt;.Can you tell most of your secrets to? Jade&lt;br /&gt;.Do you usually go to about all of your problems? Strangely, Jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls...&lt;br /&gt;.Things you like in the opposite sex: Eyes, legs, posteriors, hips, teeth.  Im really really picky. Intelligence, cynicism, openness.&lt;br /&gt;.Do you have a crush on someone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;.Do they know? I hope so&lt;br /&gt;.What's his/her name? Time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff...&lt;br /&gt;.Nicknames: Ceej?&lt;br /&gt;.What do you think of ouija boards? I don't&lt;br /&gt;.Roller coasters? Fun the first 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;.What book are you reading now? That blackjack book everyone is ranting about&lt;br /&gt;.What's on your mouse pad? Im flying solo.&lt;br /&gt;.Favorite board game? Monopoly or Cranium&lt;br /&gt;.Favorite magazine? Cosmo&lt;br /&gt;.Worst feeling in the world? Grief&lt;br /&gt;.What is the first thing you think when you wake in the morning? Good thing i didn't die.&lt;br /&gt;.How many rings before you answer? Caller ID tells me everything i need to know.&lt;br /&gt;.Future daughter's name? Katie&lt;br /&gt;.Future son's name? Charles John Morello IV&lt;br /&gt;.If you could have any job you wanted? Id rather just find a trillion dollar bill and get it over with, but probably a molecular engineer.&lt;br /&gt;.Are you a lefty, righty or ambidextrous? Right Handed&lt;br /&gt;.Do you type with your fingers on the right keys? I thought every key was right?&lt;br /&gt;.What's under your bed? They're on to me...&lt;br /&gt;.Favourite sport to watch? Football when im paying attention, baseball when im not.&lt;br /&gt;.Eye Colour: Slate&lt;br /&gt;.Height Currently: Something like 5'8 &lt;br /&gt;.Tan or Burn? I dont remember doing either.&lt;br /&gt;.Glasses/contacts: Try 20/20 vision&lt;br /&gt;.Braces: Those are nice too!&lt;br /&gt;.Current Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;.Siblings: Yeah. He's going to end up under my bed if he keeps reading.&lt;br /&gt;.Location: Morton Grove&lt;br /&gt;.College Plans: Harvard, USC, Yale, MIT, Stanford. I will not settle for anyhting less.&lt;br /&gt;.Any Piercings: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;.Best Friends: They all suck&lt;br /&gt;.Boyfriend/Girlfriend:Be on the lookout&lt;br /&gt;.Current Crush(es): Yes  &lt;br /&gt;.Hobbies:Many, most involve music or running.&lt;br /&gt;.What Type Automobile Do You Drive: My car will be an '88 Oldsmobile Cutlass. Bright. Pimp. Gold.&lt;br /&gt;.Are You Shy? Not around the ladies&lt;br /&gt;.Are You Timely Or Always Late: Definitely on time.&lt;br /&gt;.Do You Have A Job:  I wish.&lt;br /&gt;.Do you speak any other languages? Espanol y igpay atinlay&lt;br /&gt;.How old do you act? Typical.&lt;br /&gt;.What's The One Thing You Always Hide, Or Don't Want People to Know?: The bodies. Also my real feelings about people. But mostly the bodies.&lt;br /&gt;.What Do You Always Forget? Where i put things.  especially 30 seconds ago.&lt;br /&gt;.Most Embarrasing Moment: Getting pwned by Petcov in softball.&lt;br /&gt;.Last phone call: Allison and Caitlin, faith stuff.&lt;br /&gt;.Last IM: Jade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE STUFF&lt;br /&gt;.Have you ever loved someone you had no chance with:  Yes, I'm probably that pathetic&lt;br /&gt;.Have You Ever Cried Over Something Someone of The Opposite Sex Did: Inadvertently&lt;br /&gt;.Do You Have A "Type" Of Person You Always Go After: The good type&lt;br /&gt;.Want Someone You Don't Have Right Now: Who doesnt? &lt;br /&gt;.Ever Liked a close Guy/Girl Friend: Yes...lets not name names&lt;br /&gt;.Are You Lonely Right Now: Only enough to keep me honest.&lt;br /&gt;.Ever Afraid You'll Never Get Married: Afraid? Poo, im happy about it!&lt;br /&gt;.Do You Want To Get Married: See above.&lt;br /&gt;.Do You Want Kids: Hells no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite... &lt;br /&gt;.Room In house: Mine&lt;br /&gt;.Type of music: Emo or Indie&lt;br /&gt;.Song: A Lack of Color - DCFC, i could never get tired of that song EVER. "I should've given you a reason to stay!"&lt;br /&gt;.Memory: Probably something to do with Olivia&lt;br /&gt;.Day Of The Week: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;.Color: Earthy tones together or blue greys together.&lt;br /&gt;.Perfume Or Cologne: Mine...i forget what its called&lt;br /&gt;.Flower: The fly eating kind&lt;br /&gt;.Month: May or October&lt;br /&gt;.Season: Autumn or Summer&lt;br /&gt;.Location for dates: I wouldnt know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE LAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;.Cried: No sir&lt;br /&gt;.Bought Something: If foosball is buying something.&lt;br /&gt;.Gotten Sick: I fell asleep really easy for some reason...i might be sick.&lt;br /&gt;.Sang: Every ten minutes &lt;br /&gt;.Said I Love You:  Haha...yes &lt;br /&gt;.Wanted To Tell Someone You Loved that you want to be with them, But Didn't: Yes, Lindsay Lohan - i love you and i want to be with you!&lt;br /&gt;.Met Someone New: Yes, Nick&lt;br /&gt;.Talked To Someone:  Of course&lt;br /&gt;.Had A Serious Talk: With kate about lindsay and me.&lt;br /&gt;.Missed Someone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;.Hugged Someone: Yep &lt;br /&gt;.Kissed Someone: My dog&lt;br /&gt;.Fought With Your Parents:  Yep&lt;br /&gt;.Dreamed About Someone You Can't Be With: I love you Lindsay&lt;br /&gt;.Had a lot of sleep: Suprisingly yes&lt;br /&gt;.Wanted This Survey To Be Over: Not especially, theres still nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways people, finals are still going stong, expect more news later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mildly amused,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108622494695910021?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108622494695910021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108622494695910021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108622494695910021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108622494695910021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/survey.html' title='Survey'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108614113924664368</id><published>2004-06-01T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-01T20:52:19.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>Our last full day was today...its nice to no longer be a freshman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilda was gone...i was sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals the next three days, dont plan on regular posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108614113924664368?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108614113924664368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108614113924664368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108614113924664368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108614113924664368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/06/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108604122114506684</id><published>2004-05-31T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T17:07:01.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin de Semana</title><content type='html'>This is going to be a story about my weekend, as i actually did something worth noting for once.  Friday, i have no idea what i did.  I just cant remember for some reason...  Saturday, met a bunch of kids i didnt know, and had some fun around teh mall and ari's house.  Sunday was the grand salami.  We walked to old orchard (bubble shake in tow), and just beat a very, very dark cloud.  It proceeded to pour rain everywhere, thusly deterring me into a movie with leah, kellen, and matt (?).  Shrek 2 was a good flick, i especially preferred puss in boots.  After not being able to spend the night at kellens house (damn!) i got to youseffs about 2 hours after the movie ended, and a lecture on blackjack wiser from jared.  Once there, there was only one thing to do.  Create havoc.  Monti and jared duked it out, i ate a hot pocket, and youseffs room was ingited into a huge fireball of baby powder. And fire. That too.  I then came home and have sat here for 5 hours managing to not study for finals.  Only 4 days of school left until summer...who knows what could happen then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a short rant on what to say on your punk ass bitch core xanga after you get your heart broken.  Theres two things to do.  Make it out like you are oh so hurt and crying, which would be the emotional way to do it, or act as if you are too good for him/her and make fun of your ex.  Either way makes you look equally stupid, people, so just knock it off or make up something original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be slowly improving on all fronts, and hopefully they will only get better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every living being dies alone,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108604122114506684?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108604122114506684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108604122114506684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108604122114506684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108604122114506684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/fin-de-semana.html' title='Fin de Semana'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108571326339483224</id><published>2004-05-27T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T22:01:03.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>Thursday.  A solid day.  Holds its own against tuesday and sunday, rapes mondays.  But this thursday pwned all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First. Yearbooks. Didnt get one, but turns out they werent worth it anyways.  All i would use it for is signing, and thats why i have paper.  So i came home, destroyed cyrus in everything imaginable, had sex with 100 virgins, than went to montis house.  We grilled up some burgers and threw around some balls and discs, thus resulting in a very tired and sweaty Cj.  Came home, gave the dog a walk, and now here i am.  it was a great day indeed, but the best part is still TBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats awesome this week, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Frisbees&lt;br /&gt;-Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;-Functional Ipod&lt;br /&gt;-2 days left of school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats not&lt;br /&gt;-Spanish finals (plural!)&lt;br /&gt;-finals&lt;br /&gt;-not sleeping enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the best on all but the most obnoxious,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108571326339483224?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108571326339483224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108571326339483224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108571326339483224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108571326339483224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108562961485041996</id><published>2004-05-26T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T22:46:54.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions, and why they arent real</title><content type='html'>Blue room update: Still Fucked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i was having a conversation with my good buddy jade when i came upon this profoud question. "Does everyone have a best friend?".  i figured yes, and after jade started whining about how she should get one.  Push came to shove, and eventually jade accused me of hurting her feelings.  To this I replied, "What feelings do you have?".  After thinking this through, i came to the decision that humans experience only 5 emotions.  Jealousy, Self Pity, Greed, Grief, Love.  I couldnt really classify a feeling into another category.  If you think happiness is missing, youre a dumbass because happiness is just an absence of the above.  Jade proceeded to call me hateful and slam a door in my face.  All in all, it was a very rewarding experience on my end, because i got to feel smarter than someone else AND more profound.  Even if that was a falsetto.  Wow, i planned that this would go somewhere and it just didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;banging my head against a wall,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108562961485041996?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108562961485041996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108562961485041996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108562961485041996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108562961485041996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/emotions-and-why-they-arent-real.html' title='Emotions, and why they arent real'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108553715337015044</id><published>2004-05-25T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T21:05:53.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New crack, new look...</title><content type='html'>Today, i found the wonders of Crimson, Viridian, and Blue room.  They are the ultimate online crack.  If there were more to beat, im sure i wouldnt be posting right now.  www.ebaumsworld.com/crimsonroom.html for the first room.  I warn you, do not go to this website if you plan on going to class and doing your homework the rest of the day.  It will surely eat up a good 6 hours of your spare time, probably more considering i had some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got a picture up, Transatlanticism's cover, a little dull, but better than nothing.  Changed the fonts around to look a little sharper, and obviously the color switch from blue gray hues to brown.  i think teh brown is pretty! tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i sucessfully missed 2 classes to do crack, and otherwise was sitting in class thinking about doing crack.  That was pretty much it, also played poker and lost...im getting really tired of that game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also getting really tired period.  need more sleep i s'pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a lady,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108553715337015044?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108553715337015044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108553715337015044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108553715337015044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108553715337015044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/new-crack-new-look.html' title='New crack, new look...'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108545593515076516</id><published>2004-05-24T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T22:32:15.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand Spanking New, Bitches...</title><content type='html'>Thats right.  Windows Xp.  Cleaned up hard drive.  This thing is now a well oiled machine, and clogged up with several gigs of music from itunes.  My ipod is up and working, and there is but 2 weeks of school remaining!  Things couldnt get better. (Why does it work that when one says "Things couldnt get worse" they inevitably do, but the opposite is true of "Things couldn't get better"?)  This week has low porspects, but the end of the year manages to make it above average, as was this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, saw tony's shag pad, and it was awful nice.  Played hold'em, gamecube, etc.  Everyone should take a lesson from tony in how to be a great guy.  Dont be a nazi about your shit.  Be good to your guests.  Dont whine when you lose.  Laugh at everything.  I wish there were more tonys in the world.  On Saturday, i got to visit my good friend Micheal r. Blauvelt, and we played some hold'em and got dinner from KFC.  The ladies were there, and had much to say about my bed and how my bed makes me ten times sexier than i already am.  Which is impossible right? Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go Cd shopping, lets make a list&lt;br /&gt;- The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;- The promise ring&lt;br /&gt;- Piebald&lt;br /&gt;- Bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all, and wish me luck and good memory during finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life it rapes us, and yeah i hope it put plenty on you babe."&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108545593515076516?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108545593515076516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108545593515076516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108545593515076516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108545593515076516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/brand-spanking-new-bitches.html' title='Brand Spanking New, Bitches...'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108542432144352923</id><published>2004-05-24T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T13:45:21.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. McCormick I Have to Write A Title So Wait One Second</title><content type='html'>Hello all... just a short post to keep you updated on my situation... i am currently without an internet connection, so my posts will be combined into one mongo-post once my compy is back up and running, which could be any day now.  Ill post about my tremendous weekend and my ipod (which is now fully functional).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time to listen to my spanish teacher and turn off the computer.  Ok. Stop reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108542432144352923?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108542432144352923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108542432144352923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108542432144352923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108542432144352923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/mrs-mccormick-i-have-to-write-title-so.html' title='Mrs. McCormick I Have to Write A Title So Wait One Second'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108510705824277627</id><published>2004-05-20T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T21:37:38.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Variety = Bad</title><content type='html'>If anyone knows how to get comments on this mofo, do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry folks, no rant today.  im sure ill have a good one by the end of the weekend.  Anyways, i hit up the old PV variety show today, and it was a good time.  Saw heidi jen and maggie, saw some crazy 8th graders, saw stevie small dressed up as john lennon.  It was too funny.  And too hot.  What a double entendre.  We also solicited quarters and checked out some hot 8th graders.  All in all, a good time.  Tomorrow, doing something, of what im not yet sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, seeing all those hot girls made my self pity-o-meter go up like 7.7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now im sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108510705824277627?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108510705824277627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108510705824277627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108510705824277627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108510705824277627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/variety-bad.html' title='Variety = Bad'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108502261493707855</id><published>2004-05-19T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T22:10:14.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, knives, and yeah, thats about it.</title><content type='html'>Food - Me and youseff cooked dinner at montis. It was good.  Made some zucchinis, some burgers, etc. etc., ended up with a mouthful of mustard and ketchup in my eye, holding an empty bottle of ranch dressing. Good times indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knives - We had a knife fight, which mostly involved me holding a knife and telling everyone to throw stuf at me so i can cut it in midair.  It was fun.  I also learned how to throw knives the wrong way.  All in all, a very productive and violent day at montis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It keeps feeling like thursday, even though i know it isnt.  Its mas annoying.  I spose its because school is sooo close to being done.  I guess its time to put off my homework until later, but not until i have made a new list of things awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- books&lt;br /&gt;- food&lt;br /&gt;- knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb things&lt;br /&gt;- school&lt;br /&gt;- honkys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;least bitter of all,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108502261493707855?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108502261493707855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108502261493707855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108502261493707855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108502261493707855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/food-knives-and-yeah-thats-about-it.html' title='Food, knives, and yeah, thats about it.'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108493005906787813</id><published>2004-05-18T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:27:39.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Downloading music is bad, kiddies...</title><content type='html'>Let me explain some basic economics to the gente.  Let us say that your favorite band puts out an album.  Five people by it, go home, stick it on their kazaa, and 50 million people suddenly have access to it.  The band has made all of 20 bucks, and everyone who wanted the new cd now has a burned copy.  Sorry kids, but 20 dollars isnt going to cut it to make their next album.  Your band is no longer passing go and collecting 200 dollars.  You really need to support the guys that make the music for you, or there wont be any left.  If youre lucky, you can even feel all warm and fuzzy inside when you buy a Cd knowing that the proceeeds are going towards getting bush out of office.  If you are going to sample a song or two off kazaa, feel free, but please get off your lazy asses and spend a few bucks so everyone can have music to listen to.  And by all means spend lots and lots of money to see shows because thats where the bands get most of their cash.  For me, buying cds serves as a deterrent to buying food, so its killing two birds with one stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i got that off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is boring, and a ton of work.  I cant wait til the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy your cds kiddies,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108493005906787813?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108493005906787813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108493005906787813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108493005906787813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108493005906787813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/downloading-music-is-bad-kiddies.html' title='Downloading music is bad, kiddies...'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108485217672186527</id><published>2004-05-17T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T22:49:36.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An interesting semana</title><content type='html'>This week is full of work, and maybe some play, but mostly work.  These days are turning bland, what with the weather melting everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my shortest post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i dont keep up the pace this week, cut me some slack because finals arerapidy approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dazed and confused,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108485217672186527?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108485217672186527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108485217672186527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108485217672186527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108485217672186527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/interesting-semana.html' title='An interesting semana'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108473902012440031</id><published>2004-05-16T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:23:40.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend, and its perilous entails</title><content type='html'>No rant today, unless something turns me on in the next 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was good, and when i say good, i mean lots and lots of gambling and lots and lots of losing money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, something just got on my nerves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Id post this person's "xanga", but youd all know who it is and one of us would end up in the bottom of a lake.  Im going to define a stereotypical punk, and then im going to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk - Goes to see shitty local bands all the time.  Gets in huge bitch fights at every concert they go to.  Ends up crying about the opposite sex.  Comes home, goes on their xanga, bitches about how other people are fake and how you shouldnt care how you look or how you act and just do whatever the fuck you want because nobody should stop you.  ITS ALL THE FUCKING SAME AND WEVE HEARD IT A MILLION TIMES SO SHUT UP!  Let me tell you something.  Sometimes, I feel like i should skullrape someone in the middle of class so hard that their ear bleeds.  Theres nothing fucking stopping me from doing that, so why shouldnt i do it?  BECAUSE IM NOT A DUMBASS.  As much as you deny it, other people have control over you, your actions, and what you listen to or dress like.  Why do you think people wear those stupid chuck taylors? Because their favorite band tells them to.  Why cant you wear a purple cardigan and cutoff jeans all the time? No reason, except that youd be a dumbass.  I dont care how terribly you dress, how smeared your makeup is, or how amazing your friends band is.  Someone did it before you so dont think youre hot shit.  If youre with me and you really want to see the post that sparked this jumbled mess of sass, send me something and ill get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, jsut hung out and played poker, went to kfc, saw every race imaginable.  Saturday night, we crashed at my house and eated and played and eated some more.  Got some killer gifts (Donnie darko movie poster) and had some killer times. Not much more to say, im hopefully off to see van helsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry at punk rock,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108473902012440031?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108473902012440031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108473902012440031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108473902012440031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108473902012440031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/weekend-and-its-perilous-entails.html' title='The weekend, and its perilous entails'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108450336933372886</id><published>2004-05-13T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T21:56:09.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No me gusta a nadie de las chicas</title><content type='html'>No me gusta a nadie de las chicas.  Todas son guapas, pero no me conoce una quien es intelegente y comico.  Necesito la ayuda de algunas personas para buscar una chica buena para mi.  Yo no se a quien, pero en los anos pasados, tuve mas que cero novias, y no me desea a romper esta tradicion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i go mall or should i go concert.  Either way, it has to be better that today was.  Hopefully there will be a guitar at the concert to impress the ladies with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that that is behind us, lets review our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Science: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: boring&lt;br /&gt;Faith: Less boring&lt;br /&gt;English: Boring&lt;br /&gt;Free: less boring&lt;br /&gt;Spanish: Boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a boring day, as you can see.  I got home and wasted 5 hours of my time to break even in poker.  That was fun.  Now  go to put off my science homework and et cetera.  Ive even written a new song.  Its called this day was madd boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was so madd boring, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make a list of awesome stuff to fill some space.&lt;br /&gt;-Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;-Texas Hold 'Em&lt;br /&gt;-My dog&lt;br /&gt;-The taste of loyola&lt;br /&gt;-Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now some less awesome stuff:&lt;br /&gt;-School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to have something more exciting to write about this weekend, &lt;br /&gt;CJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108450336933372886?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108450336933372886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108450336933372886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108450336933372886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108450336933372886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/no-me-gusta-nadie-de-las-chicas.html' title='No me gusta a nadie de las chicas'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108441010773513050</id><published>2004-05-12T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T20:01:47.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hip hooray for rainy days!</title><content type='html'>Today it stormed.  Man was i happy.  I like the rain because it makes everything smell better, its cools everything off, and it has the best color combinations of anything ever created ever in the world.  Rain is better than hot sun. Period.  Sun is ok once in a while, but id rather have it rain 4 days a week and be sunny 3.  Plants would probably be alot healthier, and we eat plants so how can that be bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, im just trying to create some space filler because thee is nothing to write about today.  Im trying to work on writing some songs in my spare time, but my creative genius just isnt there.  Other than this, i plan on crashing a concert on friday, then staying here saturday.  all in all, its shaping up to be a good weekend.  now there is gum on my guitar pick and i am pissed.  now i have gotten the gum off and have proceeded in making a cool new progression. Dm F Bfm A :](3) Dm F B#11.  It sounds pretty cool.  Now someone give me wrods to put with it and it will be a real song.  Lets make a band. Hoorah, hooray, this post is way too long for what its worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not worth reading,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108441010773513050?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108441010773513050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108441010773513050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108441010773513050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108441010773513050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/hip-hip-hooray-for-rainy-days.html' title='Hip Hip hooray for rainy days!'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108432663027452795</id><published>2004-05-11T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T20:50:30.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><content type='html'>Lets start this post off by saying certian people need to give me back a certian jacket that they most certianly have but im certianly too lazy to walk over a block and get it. Hopefully certian people will be at a certian get together im certianly having this saturday so i can reunite with said certian jacket.  Now that thats out of the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday was good, the tuesday was good, the poker was good, the dad being out of town was a hassle, the ipod should soon be good, the guitar is good, and there have to be a trillion different words i could have used in place of good and certian.  My brother is now home with stitches in his face.  Lets have a gander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;{8#?$%&gt;O}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats sort of an emoticon that i feel expresses both the feeling i felt after jacking him in the face with a hockey puck and the feeling he had after thinking his eyeball popped out. (His own words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda i won some money, went to guitar, and i plan on studying for teh first time all year for my science test tomorrow.  I have grown to the point where i absolutely cannot concentrate during school anymore, so i pretty much sleepwalk through class.  Its all good though, because most of my classes are blow offs anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i plan to make this a good week, and hope that the luck stays well.  Sorry if this post is a little less enveloping (Bad word choice) than usual, im falling asleep as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace and love,&lt;br /&gt;cj "that makes no sense" morello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108432663027452795?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108432663027452795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108432663027452795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108432663027452795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108432663027452795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/morning-after.html' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108424371255882428</id><published>2004-05-10T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T21:48:32.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Xanga Must Die!</title><content type='html'>Xanga has corrupted all but the strongest of the gente.  Me, Wu, Youseff, and a select few others are sill holding strong against the evil subliminal messages of the "comunity" (Cult!). If you are interested in writing for this crusade against all things Xanga, please contact me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was my birthday.  Happy birthday to me!  I got to spend some time with my family, eating a scrumptuous dinner.  Then i opened some presents, all of which were much appreciated.  Lots of love spread all around, it was a break from the boredom as usual.  Still waiting on an idea to get my Ipod up and running.  Stop in sometime in the next few days if yot to  me in one of my rare good moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week all&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108424371255882428?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108424371255882428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108424371255882428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108424371255882428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108424371255882428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/xanga-must-die.html' title='Xanga Must Die!'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6921945.post-108415562403145188</id><published>2004-05-09T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T21:20:24.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My (Not So) First Post</title><content type='html'>This is my not exactly first post.  I was formerly of Los Vaqueros Crujientes.  I terminated my stay there after it became El Vaquero Soledad.  Ive opened up the tao of emo to discuss all things me, all things angering me, all things making me happy, and generally all things i see fit to discuss.  I wish this website my best "Live long and prosper".  (Thats the geek part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mothers day, and im sure it was just fine for all the mothers, but for me, it was poo.  My plans for the day were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat Brunch with family&lt;br /&gt;2. Not have family get injured&lt;br /&gt;3. Get my ipod up and working&lt;br /&gt;4. Go hang out with ari&lt;br /&gt;5. Have a good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, all but one of these was ruined.  My brother and grandma both got messed up, my ipod doesnt run on my op system (bye bye birthday), my plans to hang out with ari were thusly ruined.  My good to bad ratio was 1:3, and my day was kaput.  This can only carry over into tomorrow, the most embarassing of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts should grow longer, as well as more bitter and depressed as time goes on, so stay tuned for a look deeper into my life.  I wouldnt mind another writer on here either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Los Vaqueros Crujientes, 5:09:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing...LEAH SCHALLER!  You owe me help with the ladies just for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love directed nowhere in particualar,&lt;br /&gt;cj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6921945-108415562403145188?l=emotao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/feeds/108415562403145188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6921945&amp;postID=108415562403145188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108415562403145188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6921945/posts/default/108415562403145188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emotao.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-not-so-first-post_09.html' title='My (Not So) First Post'/><author><name>CJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15583493663870528904</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
