<?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-5225867</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:05:25.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day and the life of the Salty Sea Dwarf</title><subtitle type='html'>This is suppose to be a blog/Journal type thing to help me with the stress of daily life by reporting everything that has happend the day before</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</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>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-95224715</id><published>2003-06-02T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T23:46:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm well it seems that Blogger isn't updating my posts...this is slightly depressing as I have felt like writing for once. So how was my day? It sucked...kinda, I guess...sorta. Sure there were some goodparts meh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-95224715?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95224715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95224715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95224715' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-95136979</id><published>2003-05-31T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T18:35:37.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it seems that I have once again managed to screw myself over, I have pissed of my parents, so in turn they aren?t allowing me to attend any party?s this weekend. Normally I am never invited to parties so this comes as an even bigger blow. I really wish I could have gone but I messed up and now I am paying the piper. Kind of Ironic that such a good day was follow by such a horrible one. I am afraid once again of my future, I still have no idea really what I am going to do with my life, nor do I want to know. I feel that I owe every one of my friends an apology, I haven? t been myself lately because I have been letting the real me out. It?s hard to suppress your emotions when you are an emotional person; the little details in things are what get me. I have begun to have affection for another girl that is out of my reach, and soon out of my sight. I know I will miss her the most next year, the halls will no longer echo with her insatiable laughter. In my latest imprisonment I downloaded some WebPages to read, one of them was her blog. I have begun to read it with a more careful eye, and I can understand exactly how she feels. I had said many of the same things in my own blog at later dates before her posts. I feel like she is the person who could complete me and make me whole again, however fate it seems is not without a sense of irony. She will be gone soon and I will be without myself yet again, I do not believe that I could survive another year like this one, it has had more ups and downs that a roller coaster on steroids. Perhaps I should speak of my day and attempt to bore you to death but I feel that has already been accomplished. More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-95136979?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95136979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95136979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95136979' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-95069207</id><published>2003-05-29T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-05T16:33:32.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, today was pretty damn good. Why? Well many cool things happened of course ;). I guess I should start the explination with how my day progressed. Ok well I had to get up a bit early to help setup the teacher-PTSA Breakfast thingy, I did this last year too, well we loaded all the crap into the crap and went to SJHA. We arived at the school bout 7? sounds good. Well I went to go take some stuff to Rm 20, that's where all the teacher things are i guess, and so the door was locked...Bummer. Then I realized that Ms. Dorland always will give me Key's...to anywhere,....whenever I ask just because. So I went to her office and borrowed her keys and opened the door. Yay, I left some of the crap in room whilst I went to grap some more from the car, supprisingly Harvey saw my plight and offered his aid. I gladly accepted and we finished moving all the teacher breakfast stuff to the Rm. I then made my way upstairs to hangout with my pals. Yay. I think i pissed Robert off a bit when I bashed Portugal for losing to the U.S. I know nothing of soccer, so I really should have said anything, but it was all in good fun. So the bang rang and I made my way over to Math. Blah I say. No one is there on time, it's quite humorous. Everyone shows up to class about 15-20 minutes late. So in the morning when you first arrive it's like this waste land. Yeah...man that class sucks. :( So we went on to Miss P's Class. Mitzi gave her current event, it was mildly amusing, Can't wait til I get to present so many cool things :). Ahh yes. Well third was extreamly boring as usual. So towards the end of class i went to work on my physics hw, but i was intrupted rudly by a office note telling that I had to report to miss K's class, and not forth. I thought that perhaps I was in trouble. Why? I don't know maybe I was feeling guilty. So I stumble into her room confused and I see people I know with the same slip my stress meter goes back to green and i relax a bit. I see miss Hope and I ask what's going on. Miss l replys GSE's. I remark that aren' they suppose to be by choice. Miss hope promptly leaves before i can really complain and make her feel guilty, darn. So I am asked to help sharpen pencils with Puck. So puck and I sharpen the pencils still a bit confused. So we take out seats and await further instruction, like "good" students should. So SSR was pretty boring until Robert made an appearance, he was in Bio as confused as we were. So we spend SSR talking and making jokes etc goodtimes. Then Miss K blasts throught the instructions and we start the test. We had to write 2 essays in like less than a half an hour...In finished early this should be a bad thing. So I crossed my arms and tried to think about what I was going to do for my oral Presentation. Then the period passed slowly. Ball rang, so I went to lunch, it was good I sat down ate my lunch had my laptop out looking over some last minute notes. So then the period ends. I am quite nervious as i know that my oral is in the next few minutes. This oral i knew would be rather difficult for me. I walk in to class, set my junk down then volunteer  Natalia to go first, miss K refuses so I get my notes and such while she talks to the class then sit down in the chair and present. It went better than I though it would I took a long time somthing like 16 minutes, not too shabby considering I had thought earlier that I would only be about 10 minutes. Robert said it was good, I think he was saying that as a friend, as was puck. But I think I did ok so I am not worried about my grade on it its just good tobe done. So then Natalia did hers. Her's was great, I really enjoyed it I laughed quite a bit, no not at her...ahh maybe it was a good thing I went first. lol. So then we finish with the presentations and miss K asks us if we want to work and we calmly relpy that we don't want to, so we just talked for the rest of the period about the GSE thing, and how Miss K will be gone tomarrow, and like half of next week. I don't mind her class, but it's cool when she's gone. So I was happy about this news. Moving on to 6th the Vot attempted to get us to do work to no avail yet again, quite humorous I might add. We ended up just watching the matrix 3 trailer like 3 time, then we proceeded to watch the HL 2 trailer. Goodtimes. That ended 6th to an extent. Then I can't remember but i was talking to Adam about something cool...Hmm... o well Greg and I then made our way over to K's class. I had finished all my assignments for English so I didn't see a point in going to the L.O.D. So we conversed with Miss K about the matrix, and lOTR. That was fun. Miss K loves LOTR. Yay. Ok So we went and played a cool "new" game of "may I". It was Cool, Melanie was kind enough to help me. This is about when the second base wars started. Greg was big looser in the basing. Man his Nipples must hurt lol. Rather than attempt to re tell the tale I will just post the conversation I had with Nuria, where I dicussed those events &lt;br /&gt;"like mike walked over to our table and was like Hi greg ( this is while we were playing May I) and was like BASE! &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:04 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:07 PM): (which mike is this?) &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:08 PM): and greg waw like AHHHH!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:14 PM): the darker mike &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:25 PM): (darker mike...? I don't know who that is..) &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:33 PM): Hmm he's a senior &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:35 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:42 PM): Does he have blondish hair? &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:55 PM): And is really tall and somewhat scrawny looking? &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:27 PM): naw &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:53:32 PM): Omg..I'm jealous..I'd would enjoy seeing him get based. &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:33 PM): different one I thinl &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:41 PM): heh that wasn't the end &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:19 PM): well were all playing the game and while were playing Greg moves over like he's going to base Zuhair as he's going to play a card, then Mike bases him again &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:28 PM): then he changes seats &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:30 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:54:30 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:40 PM): So Zuhairs on his guard now &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:51 PM): so greg tries again and I get him &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:54:59 PM): rofl &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:55:17 PM): then he see's that were messing with him and crosses his arms while he plays &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:55:38 PM): hahhaha &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:55:58 PM): so basically this goes on til the end of the game til Greg has a succesful base on Zuhair and then goes in for a kill he stood up and tried to rapid base Zuhair &lt;br /&gt;3 (10:00:12 PM): Zuhair and Greg is okay, but I'd die if Nasir based me. lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:00:19 PM): Wear an iron bra tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:00:23 PM): then I spend like the next ten minutes trying to Base Fu him &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:00:32 PM): Base fu? &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:00:47 PM): looks like KUng Fu but it's Basing &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:02 PM): we slaped each others hand alot &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:04 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:05 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:24 PM): so I ran at him and did an attempt at an Aireial base but I miss &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:28 PM): lol! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:41 PM): so I run back to my books and take up a sheild &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:43 PM): (sp) &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:54 PM): then he recruits a friend to take me down &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:58 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:22 PM): he fails then I act like I am walking away then he turns his back and i sneak up behind him and base him HARD &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:30 PM): he screams like a little girl &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:02:39 PM): lol!!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:52 PM): he gets Mr Da Sila's attention down the hall &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:57 PM): then I make my getaway &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:03:08 PM): that was the end of my day &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-95069207?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95069207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95069207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95069207' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-95069125</id><published>2003-05-29T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T23:15:01.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, today was pretty damn good. Why? Well many cool things happened of course ;). I guess I should start the explination with how my day progressed. Ok well I had to get up a bit early to help setup the teacher-PTSA Breakfast thingy, I did this last year too, well we loaded all the crap into the crap and went to SJHA. We arived at the school bout 7? sounds good. Well I went to go take some stuff to Rm 20, that's where all the teacher things are i guess, and so the door was locked...Bummer. Then I realized that Ms. Dorland always will give me Key's...to anywhere,....whenever I ask just because. So I went to her office and borrowed her keys and opened the door. Yay, I left some of the crap in room whilst I went to grap some more from the car, supprisingly Harvey saw my plight and offered his aid. I gladly accepted and we finished moving all the teacher breakfast stuff to the Rm. I then made my way upstairs to hangout with my pals. Yay. I think i pissed Robert off a bit when I bashed Portugal for losing to the U.S. I know nothing of soccer, so I really should have said anything, but it was all in good fun. So the bang rang and I made my way over to Math. Blah I say. No one is there on time, it's quite humorous. Everyone shows up to class about 15-20 minutes late. So in the morning when you first arrive it's like this waste land. Yeah...man that class sucks. :( So we went on to Miss P's Class. Mitzi gave her current event, it was mildly amusing, Can't wait til I get to present so many cool things :). Ahh yes. Well third was extreamly boring as usual. So towards the end of class i went to work on my physics hw, but i was intrupted rudly by a office note telling that I had to report to miss K's class, and not forth. I thought that perhaps I was in trouble. Why? I don't know maybe I was feeling guilty. So I stumble into her room confused and I see people I know with the same slip my stress meter goes back to green and i relax a bit. I see miss Hope and I ask what's going on. Miss l replys GSE's. I remark that aren' they suppose to be by choice. Miss hope promptly leaves before i can really complain and make her feel guilty, darn. So I am asked to help sharpen pencils with Puck. So puck and I sharpen the pencils still a bit confused. So we take out seats and await further instruction, like "good" students should. So SSR was pretty boring until Robert made an appearance, he was in Bio as confused as we were. So we spend SSR talking and making jokes etc goodtimes. Then Miss K blasts throught the instructions and we start the test. We had to write 2 essays in like less than a half an hour...In finished early this should be a bad thing. So I crossed my arms and tried to think about what I was going to do for my oral Presentation. Then the period passed slowly. Ball rang, so I went to lunch, it was good I sat down ate my lunch had my laptop out looking over some last minute notes. So then the period ends. I am quite nervious as i know that my oral is in the next few minutes. This oral i knew would be rather difficult for me. I walk in to class, set my junk down then volunteer  Natalia to go first, miss K refuses so I get my notes and such while she talks to the class then sit down in the chair and present. It went better than I though it would I took a long time somthing like 16 minutes, not too shabby considering I had thought earlier that I would only be about 10 minutes. Robert said it was good, I think he was saying that as a friend, as was puck. But I think I did ok so I am not worried about my grade on it its just good tobe done. So then Natalia did hers. Her's was great, I really enjoyed it I laughed quite a bit, no not at her...ahh maybe it was a good thing I went first. lol. So then we finish with the presentations and miss K asks us if we want to work and we calmly relpy that we don't want to, so we just talked for the rest of the period about the GSE thing, and how Miss K will be gone tomarrow, and like half of next week. I don't mind her class, but it's cool when she's gone. So I was happy about this news. Moving on to 6th the Vot attempted to get us to do work to no avail yet again, quite humorous I might add. We ended up just watching the matrix 3 trailer like 3 time, then we proceeded to watch the HL 2 trailer. Goodtimes. That ended 6th to an extent. Then I can't remember but i was talking to Adam about something cool...Hmm... o well Greg and I then made our way over to K's class. I had finished all my assignments for English so I didn't see a point in going to the L.O.D. So we conversed with Miss K about the matrix, and lOTR. That was fun. Miss K loves LOTR. Yay. Ok So we went and played a cool "new" game of "may I". It was Cool, Melanie was kind enough to help me. This is about when the second base wars started. Greg was big looser in the basing. Man his Nipples must hurt lol. Rather than attempt to re tell the tale I will just post the conversation I had with Nuria, where I dicussed those events &lt;br /&gt;"like mike walked over to our table and was like Hi greg ( this is while we were playing May I) and was like BASE! &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:04 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:07 PM): (which mike is this?) &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:08 PM): and greg waw like AHHHH!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:14 PM): the darker mike &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:25 PM): (darker mike...? I don't know who that is..) &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:33 PM): Hmm he's a senior &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:35 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:42 PM): Does he have blondish hair? &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:55 PM): And is really tall and somewhat scrawny looking? &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:27 PM): naw &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:53:32 PM): Omg..I'm jealous..I'd would enjoy seeing him get based. &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:33 PM): different one I thinl &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:41 PM): heh that wasn't the end &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:19 PM): well were all playing the game and while were playing Greg moves over like he's going to base Zuhair as he's going to play a card, then Mike bases him again &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:28 PM): then he changes seats &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:30 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:54:30 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:40 PM): So Zuhairs on his guard now &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:51 PM): so greg tries again and I get him &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:54:59 PM): rofl &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:55:17 PM): then he see's that were messing with him and crosses his arms while he plays &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:55:38 PM): hahhaha &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:55:58 PM): so basically this goes on til the end of the game til Greg has a succesful base on Zuhair and then goes in for a kill he stood up and tried to rapid base Zuhair  &lt;br /&gt;3 (10:00:12 PM): Zuhair and Greg is okay, but I'd die if Nasir based me. lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:00:19 PM): Wear an iron bra tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:00:23 PM): then I spend like the next ten minutes trying to Base Fu him &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:00:32 PM): Base fu? &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:00:47 PM): looks like KUng Fu but it's Basing &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:02 PM): we slaped each others hand alot &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:04 PM): lol &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:05 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:24 PM): so I ran at him and did an attempt at an Aireial base but I miss &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:28 PM): lol! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:41 PM): so I run back to my books and take up a sheild &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:43 PM): (sp) &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:54 PM): then he recruits a friend to take me down &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:58 PM): lol!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:22 PM): he fails then I act like I am walking away then he turns his back and i sneak up behind him and base him HARD &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:30 PM): he screams like a little girl &lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:02:39 PM): lol!!! &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:52 PM): he gets Mr Da Sila's attention down the hall &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:57 PM): then I make my getaway &lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:03:08 PM): that was the end of my day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-95069125?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95069125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95069125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95069125' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-95068988</id><published>2003-05-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T23:12:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, today was pretty damn good. Why? Well many cool things happened of course ;). I guess I should start the explination with how my day progressed. Ok well I had to get up a bit early to help setup the teacher-PTSA Breakfast thingy, I did this last year too, well we loaded all the crap into the crap and went to SJHA. We arived at the school bout 7? sounds good. Well I went to go take some stuff to Rm 20, that's where all the teacher things are i guess, and so the door was locked...Bummer. Then I realized that Ms. Dorland always will give me Key's...to anywhere,....whenever I ask just because. So I went to her office and borrowed her keys and opened the door. Yay, I left some of the crap in room whilst I went to grap some more from the car, supprisingly Harvey saw my plight and offered his aid. I gladly accepted and we finished moving all the teacher breakfast stuff to the Rm. I then made my way upstairs to hangout with my pals. Yay. I think i pissed Robert off a bit when I bashed Portugal for losing to the U.S. I know nothing of soccer, so I really should have said anything, but it was all in good fun. So the bang rang and I made my way over to Math. Blah I say. No one is there on time, it's quite humorous. Everyone shows up to class about 15-20 minutes late. So in the morning when you first arrive it's like this waste land. Yeah...man that class sucks. :( So we went on to Miss P's Class. Mitzi gave her current event, it was mildly amusing, Can't wait til I get to present so many cool things :). Ahh yes. Well third was extreamly boring as usual. So towards the end of class i went to work on my physics hw, but i was intrupted rudly by a office note telling that I had to report to miss K's class, and not forth. I thought that perhaps I was in trouble. Why? I don't know maybe I was feeling guilty. So I stumble into her room confused and I see people I know with the same slip my stress meter goes back to green and i relax a bit. I see miss Hope and I ask what's going on. Miss l replys GSE's. I remark that aren' they suppose to be by choice. Miss hope promptly leaves before i can really complain and make her feel guilty, darn. So I am asked to help sharpen pencils with Puck. So puck and I sharpen the pencils still a bit confused. So we take out seats and await further instruction, like "good" students should. So SSR was pretty boring until Robert made an appearance, he was in Bio as confused as we were. So we spend SSR talking and making jokes etc goodtimes. Then Miss K blasts throught the instructions and we start the test. We had to write 2 essays in like less than a half an hour...In finished early this should be a bad thing. So I crossed my arms and tried to think about what I was going to do for my oral Presentation. Then the period passed slowly. Ball rang, so I went to lunch, it was good I sat down ate my lunch had my laptop out looking over some last minute notes. So then the period ends. I am quite nervious as i know that my oral is in the next few minutes. This oral i knew would be rather difficult for me. I walk in to class, set my junk down then volunteer  Natalia to go first, miss K refuses so I get my notes and such while she talks to the class then sit down in the chair and present. It went better than I though it would I took a long time somthing like 16 minutes, not too shabby considering I had thought earlier that I would only be about 10 minutes. Robert said it was good, I think he was saying that as a friend, as was puck. But I think I did ok so I am not worried about my grade on it its just good tobe done. So then Natalia did hers. Her's was great, I really enjoyed it I laughed quite a bit, no not at her...ahh maybe it was a good thing I went first. lol. So then we finish with the presentations and miss K asks us if we want to work and we calmly relpy that we don't want to, so we just talked for the rest of the period about the GSE thing, and how Miss K will be gone tomarrow, and like half of next week. I don't mind her class, but it's cool when she's gone. So I was happy about this news. Moving on to 6th the Vot attempted to get us to do work to no avail yet again, quite humorous I might add. We ended up just watching the matrix 3 trailer like 3 time, then we proceeded to watch the HL 2 trailer. Goodtimes. That ended 6th to an extent. Then I can't remember but i was talking to Adam about something cool...Hmm... o well Greg and I then made our way over to K's class. I had finished all my assignments for English so I didn't see a point in going to the L.O.D. So we conversed with Miss K about the matrix, and lOTR. That was fun. Miss K loves LOTR. Yay. Ok So we went and played a cool "new" game of "may I". It was Cool, Melanie was kind enough to help me. This is about when the second base wars started. Greg was big looser in the basing. Man his Nipples must hurt lol. Rather than attempt to re tell the tale I will just post the conversation I had with Nuria, where I dicussed those events&lt;br /&gt;"like mike walked over to our table and was like Hi greg ( this is while we were playing May I) and was like BASE!&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:04 PM): lol!!&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:07 PM): (which mike is this?)&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:08 PM): and greg waw like AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:14 PM): the darker mike&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:25 PM): (darker mike...? I don't know who that is..)&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:33 PM): Hmm he's a senior&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:52:35 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:42 PM): Does he have blondish hair?&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:52:55 PM): And is really tall and somewhat scrawny looking?&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:27 PM): naw&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:53:32 PM): Omg..I'm jealous..I'd would enjoy seeing him get based.&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:33 PM): different one I thinl&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:53:41 PM): heh that wasn't the end&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:19 PM): well were all playing the game and while were playing Greg moves over like he's going to base Zuhair as he's going to play a card, then Mike bases him again&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:28 PM): then he changes seats&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:30 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:54:30 PM): lol!!&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:40 PM): So Zuhairs on his guard now&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:54:51 PM): so greg tries again and I get him&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:54:59 PM): rofl&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:55:17 PM): then he see's that were messing with him and crosses his arms while he plays&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (9:55:38 PM): hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (9:55:58 PM): so basically this goes on til the end of the game til Greg has a succesful base on Zuhair and then goes in for a kill he stood up and tried to rapid base Zuhair &lt;br /&gt;3 (10:00:12 PM): Zuhair and Greg is okay, but I'd die if Nasir based me. lol&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:00:19 PM): Wear an iron bra tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:00:23 PM): then I spend like the next ten minutes trying to Base Fu him&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:00:32 PM): Base fu?&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:00:47 PM): looks like KUng Fu but it's Basing&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:02 PM): we slaped each others hand alot&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:04 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:05 PM): lol!!&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:24 PM): so I ran at him and did an attempt at an Aireial base but I miss&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:28 PM): lol!&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:41 PM): so I run back to my books and take up a sheild&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:43 PM): (sp)&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:01:54 PM): then he recruits a friend to take me down&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:01:58 PM): lol!!&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:22 PM): he fails then I act like I am walking away then he turns his back and i sneak up behind him and base him HARD&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:30 PM): he screams like a little girl&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (10:02:39 PM): lol!!!&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:52 PM): he gets Mr Da Sila's attention down the hall&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:02:57 PM): then I make my getaway&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (10:03:08 PM): that was the end of my day &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-95068988?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95068988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/95068988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95068988' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94978776</id><published>2003-05-28T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T00:18:40.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm well it's been quite a while sense I have done a REAL blog entry, so I guess I should begin. Hmm where to begin, o yeah, well today has been very interesting, I started the day off pretty high, not in that sense, I am no druggie thanks much. Well my math teacher wasn't there AGAIN man what's with her. O well that meant more time to talk to Sabrina abiut MGS :) yay, I really do enjoy our conversations. Well we conversed for sometime...I pulled out some stuff that looked like the assignment that was left for us ( compleated) so the Sub didn't bother me. Goodtimes. On to HOA. HOA was very hard to stay awake in, hell ask Adam he fell asleep. Ahh so on to Break. Well operation make Nuria Underestimate Real Friends or N.U.R.F for short went well. Adam was good in his delivery, he was succesful. Good Job man. Well third period was third period...Kevin left half way though, that kinda sucked for me was good for him, o well. 4th sucked I think we were all a bit lost today, meh. Hmm... lunch was pretty cool, Jaime and I had a good conversation. About what I have no idea. Hmm Adam was nice enough to buy me lunch THANK YOU! Hmm 5th was pretty good times. We started the class yelling at each other about why we like the matrix reloaded and how it was a good movie. Miss K hated it...o well. 6th was rather amusing, the Vot gave us somemore busy work, too bad for him we all compleated it within 15 minutes Yay free period. Then I went to K's locker of Doom, I saw Sheda I showed her my pictures that I had collected over the progress of the day. Then I went to work, but not before reading her blog to see if there was an update. There was Yay! I enjoy reading her blog. Ok so the day went by sooooo slowly from here on. I went to go check the yellow tables for allies, thankfully stevo and Duy were there, we played some "dodge-ball" goodtimes, I then got a ride home from ryan's mom. She's nice to me. Yay. Ok well i got home...people had finished dinner...that kinad sucked...so I ate dinner by myself, that's a bit depressing. Food sucked, leftovers. Then I started on my Hw..fun...Did some chattin goodtimes indeed. I do so enjoy my lil chats, I could type better, or at least more effeciently so i could have more chat windows open Muhahaha...Yeah ok well I think i am happy, not really sure. Can think of reason why I should be unhappy, yet I amnot, funny I think. Yawn this blog entry sucked, I need to revise it, more later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94978776?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94978776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94978776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94978776' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94923336</id><published>2003-05-26T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T20:34:35.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm well it seems that Macs do have Virus's...I was sent one in the mail...it is pretty bad...I will post the contents of this email...NOW&lt;br /&gt;Quite simpily this is all the Email was...it was labled "URGENT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is an email virus for Mac OS X.  It works on the honor system.  Please start deleting random files on your system and forward this message to everyone in your address book."&lt;br /&gt;Hey...I though it was pretty funny...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94923336?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94923336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94923336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94923336' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94888596</id><published>2003-05-26T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T00:46:13.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...this quote makes me laugh. how about you?&lt;br /&gt;"Mochagurl103 (12:40:46 AM): And I was 3, and was like, "meep meep you? *points at houseplant.* Meep meep me. *points to self.* meep meep baby? *points to baby doll OR cookies on the table.*"&lt;br /&gt;Mochagurl103 (12:40:55 AM): And after that, my parents put me on a 2 week tv sabbatical."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94888596?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94888596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94888596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94888596' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94843668</id><published>2003-05-24T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T18:05:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling lonely and depressed...again. I got my SAT scores...Dismal, very Dismal and the source of much of my grief, I really feel bad for another reason entirely though. I have betrayed on of my friends, I am Deeply sorry, I let something slip that I shouldn't have, I do not deserve a name such as Arthur. I am nothing more than a heathen sent to earth to pester people with my pety problems. I really hope you forgive me, I was depressed before I let it slip, and I am even more depressed now. I really should't have told him, but I did. I hope that you can accept my appology. More later, I don't feel like typing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94843668?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94843668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94843668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94843668' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94818833</id><published>2003-05-23T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T23:29:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah...So...Today...yeah...I...Should...Stop...This....Better, ok so today was boring and pretty pointless, Highlight(s) of the day include (1)Charlie Singing the dutch national Anthem in K's class. (2) Talking to Nuria (she makes me laugh) (3) Talking to Zuhiar, and not giving away parts of the matrix. (4) Basing Greg (not sure why this is here...) yeah that was about it. Kind of wish I had a whole 8 weeks more before school ended...Why you ask? Because I want to spend more time with my senior Friends before there final Departure and I never see them again. ( I Might see a few, but most will be at great universities in far off placces...the spelling mistake was intentional ;)...) Yeah so, the day was pretty sucky i guess, didn't do anything great. Matrix is fun to watch. I want to go too bed, ok no I don't. More later?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94818833?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94818833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94818833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94818833' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94718668</id><published>2003-05-21T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T20:31:01.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 30 Ghz thing was a typo by Zuhiar, He meant 3.0 Ghz...but this is still dosen't help him prove his point as that is the clock frquency not the speed...I mean that's like saying my cordless phone is %240 percent faster than my laptop because it is 2.4 ghz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94718668?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94718668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94718668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94718668' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94673833</id><published>2003-05-20T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T23:51:19.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well Hmm....this is what started the "mac-Pc debate with zuhair..."&lt;br /&gt;http://www.microsoft-watch.com/article2/0,4248,1090247,00.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94673833?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94673833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94673833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94673833' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94669935</id><published>2003-05-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T21:49:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...well it seems that Zuhair has lied to me ( had a conversation where he agreed to never quote anything I said in his Blog...well he seems to have "forgotten" this...he also said that I could possibly be changing for the worse? Hmm so standing up for what I believe in and looking out for my interests becuase I have put my life on hold for other's wishs, and what to have some ME time...hmm very little thanks from people too... (not that I wanted them to thank me mind you). So...if I am changing then so be it...I don't care so long as I can have friends that respect me, and what I believe regardless, they don't have to agree just aknowledge that they understand. If you don't respect me...then shove off...I could careless...I love having friends to rely on, but if they dry up then I will leave, you can be happy I can be happy. We can all be freaking happy...Not too sure that made too much sense...but who the hell cares right? Hmm Prom, well that was a bit painful, I felt like a total dork, I kept thinking about Vi and things along that train of thought. I think I could have had a much better time had I just relaxed. I started towards the end, but too little too late. Kyla, I am sure you never read my blog...but thanks a million I had a pretty good time despite my remenicing (sp). Hey someone ( I know who) said that I was a fool for thinking I could go to prom with Vi, although I somewhat agree I don't need you to reitterate those feelings, it really did hurt me when you said that. Funny thing is I don't think you care, if you do then I forgive you otherwise fuck off...Hmm Prom pictures sucked for the Art man, I looked like a total fool in almost all of them, not too cool if you ask me...yawn.&lt;br /&gt;O here's part of Zuhairs argument of why PC's and windows is better...&lt;br /&gt;" so how come Microsoft is so much ahead?&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (4:41:20 PM): ahead?&lt;br /&gt;DarkFalconZ (4:41:22 PM): ahead&lt;br /&gt;DarkFalconZ (4:41:23 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (4:41:27 PM): ahead?&lt;br /&gt;DarkFalconZ (4:41:30 PM): apple makes its own computers&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (4:41:31 PM): ho so&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (4:41:31 PM): ?&lt;br /&gt;DarkFalconZ (4:41:34 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;The1stSoildSnack (4:41:39 PM): how are they ahead?&lt;br /&gt;DarkFalconZ (4:41:40 PM): show me a 30 Ghz apple"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, Smallvile is on :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94669935?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94669935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94669935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94669935' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94351022</id><published>2003-05-14T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T14:33:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new song lyrics fo your reading pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;"Iris"&lt;br /&gt;And I'd give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;Cuz sooner or later it's over&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and here is a new song...a little "harder" song by In Flames&lt;br /&gt;"Only for the weak"-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tolerate your sadness,&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's me you're drowning.&lt;br /&gt;I won't allow any happiness,&lt;br /&gt;'cause everytime you laugh, I feel so guilty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I forced to have any regret?&lt;br /&gt;I've become the lie, beautiful and free&lt;br /&gt;In my righteous own mind&lt;br /&gt;I adore and preach the insanity you gave to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak&lt;br /&gt;No need for sympathy, the misery that is me&lt;br /&gt;Sell me the infection, it's only for the weak&lt;br /&gt;On bleeding knees I accept my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the ability to paint the clouds&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's me you're draining&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck in this slow-motion dark day&lt;br /&gt;'cause everytime you run, I fall behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I hear my voice again &lt;br /&gt;The tale of the bitter man, here I am &lt;br /&gt;Shake the silence and hear what it says &lt;br /&gt;The tranquil pride that become the lie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94351022?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94351022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94351022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94351022' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94248304</id><published>2003-05-12T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T22:40:26.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided that (person) was too good for me...should think about people whom I can get along with well perhaps...Ok so, interesting development Slyvie can't go to prom with me ( her prom is the same day) so...after hearing this news Brett told his parents and his siter offered to go with me. Hmm. this could be very odd...Yeah well whatever it should be goodtimes regardless. Kinda wish Steve had a date he's been feeling like crap lately, he seemed mad at (person) cause without her (Girl T) can't go, ( he had a date with (girl T)). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94248304?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94248304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94248304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94248304' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-94121686</id><published>2003-05-10T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T15:22:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the new song of the moment, it's not just for me it's for Hugo too :)&lt;br /&gt;stupid girls! ;)&lt;br /&gt;"Shiver"- ColdPlay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I looked in your direction,&lt;br /&gt; But you paid me no attention, do you.&lt;br /&gt; I know you don't listen to me.&lt;br /&gt; 'cause you say you see straight me, don't you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; On and on from the moment I wake,&lt;br /&gt; To the moment I sleep,&lt;br /&gt; I'll be there by your side,&lt;br /&gt; Just you try and stop me,&lt;br /&gt; I'll be waiting in line,&lt;br /&gt; Just to see if you care.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Did she want me to change?&lt;br /&gt; But I change for good.&lt;br /&gt; And I want you to know.&lt;br /&gt; But you always get your way,&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to say,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Don't you Shiver? Shiver, Shiver&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'll always be waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt; So you know how much I need ya,&lt;br /&gt; But you never even see me, do you?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And this is my final chance of getting you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; On and on from the moment I wake....&lt;br /&gt; Did she want me to change?...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; [Chorus]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Sing it loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt; I'll always be waiting for you. [x3]&lt;br /&gt; Yeah I'll always be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; And it's you I see, but you don't see me.&lt;br /&gt; And it's you I hear, so loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt; I sing it loud and clear.&lt;br /&gt; And I'll always be waiting for you,.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; So I look in your direction,&lt;br /&gt; But you pay me no attention,&lt;br /&gt; And you know how much I need you,&lt;br /&gt; But you never even seen me.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-94121686?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94121686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/94121686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94121686' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93975342</id><published>2003-05-07T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T22:40:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehe, guess what...(person) lied to me...she could have gone if she wanted...but she changed her mind and didn't want to go with me...she dosen't like me (like that). What can I say...O well this is a sad day, but I was ready fot this news, I prepared myself the daybefore. I have done all my sobing etc etc. I am Arthur again! Yay! OK well some good news in my otherwise horrible day, I got to help Amy. Hehe. Ok Jaime I need to let you know that Amy cares for you  sooooooo much that I couldn't possibly post it here in this blog. She freaked out, this is quite a humorous story ask me about it ok? Yeah so other "good" news I was asked to the prom, by a friend from youth and government. I think that this could be fun, she is pretty smart and I guess she is "cute" well things should be ok. Yay I gave eric a coldplay cd. Ahhh OOOOOOO this isn't big news to anyone other than me but hehe UT03 is our for the mac. That means the demo is also out, this means that I will DL the demo to have endless hours of fun and goodtimes :). I have Dled it it is GREAT! I am going to hide it until after my oral for english and my tests for IB :) Yea it's that cool :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93975342?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93975342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93975342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93975342' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93823853</id><published>2003-05-05T14:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:33:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93823853?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93823853' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93823846</id><published>2003-05-05T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:33:15.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Viet parents suck ASS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93823846?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93823846' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93823833</id><published>2003-05-05T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:33:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93823833?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93823833' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93823828</id><published>2003-05-05T14:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:32:57.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93823828?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93823828' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93823820</id><published>2003-05-05T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:32:52.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:::inhale:::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93823820?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93823820' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93823811</id><published>2003-05-05T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:32:43.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93823811?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93823811' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93823800</id><published>2003-05-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T14:32:34.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH::::Inhale:::AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH:::inhale:::AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93823800?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93823800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93823800' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93783938</id><published>2003-05-04T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T22:27:50.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am going to try to change the subject of my blog...I think a good ole rant is in order, the subject...Mac's Vrs PC. Why you say? Isn't the Mac better and it's greatness not need be explained? Well believe it or not people don't wanna hear the truth ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93783938?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93783938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93783938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93783938' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93782733</id><published>2003-05-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T21:55:46.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to fix some stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93782733?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93782733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93782733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93782733' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93766131</id><published>2003-05-04T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T16:06:30.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey...Blogspot...SUCKs!...When I copy + Paste from Word many things are lost and ? are added in weird places...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93766131?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93766131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93766131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93766131' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93640472</id><published>2003-05-02T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T22:01:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To Blog or not to Blog...that is a question...yup, it is...yeah...Kind of like the other questions that people ask...or chosen not to ask. Well I don't know...today was not good...but good things happened...today wasn't great and bad things happened. I am sure that I am anymore redundant that someone will kill me. O well. So things of note:&lt;br /&gt;1. (person) is back! Yes I miss her in classe? yes this is mushy, get over it. I think that quite a few people know about my affection for (person) nowI am open about it and when people ask I do telI I try not to lie often it's not good to lie. Time to time to get a bit sidetracked her as I go into another thought without completing the first. O wait never mind I can make that my second thing of note Ha. Take that me?&lt;br /&gt;2. Miss K. was gone and as my English buddy?s say ?and there was much rejoicing? it is possible that this was a good part of my day. We went to the computer lab (Rm 32) to work on projects. Well all the comps had updates being installed?so I told our class to work around it and I would minimize it for them. Then I attempted to help (person) by getting her Crutches. She didn't seem to mind. Then towards the end of the period Miss Fitz comes in and yells at our sub. I knew what to do but I hid in fear behind Robert (I am kidding,sorta). This was rather comical?but she was still mad, I clamed her down and he moved back to the normal class room(person) on crutches. Had to go to Rm 12 then Rm 32 then Rm 12 again?man?So we all get back in and the Sub thanks me and I point out that she was at fault?Kinda funny. Bell rings then I come up with the idea to roll (person) to class rather than to use the Crutches, hearing me (either tram or Ryan asked the teacher) so they load (person) on the chair (I wanted to push) but tram gave me a Dollar to buy (person) a drink and Ryan blew past me and took the back of the chair to push her. And in the middle of all this chaos is Harrison. Well I was hoping that Harrison would Volunteer to get he soda for (person) So I could help push (person) down the hall. well I am a coward and did wanna be an ass so I agreed to get the Soda for (person). So I walked to the soda Machines and rushed back I was hoping that I could have given the soda personally to her but NO Tram met me half way and got the bottle. Man. What was really bad was I didn't get the chance to use any of my jokes?I had saved a few for an occasion like this but noooo Ryan and tram had to stop me?&lt;br /&gt;3. Well the day got better..kinda?I sorta waited for (person) after class, but I myself got out late so I figured that she had already left the room and I was on my way back when Duyen starts talking to me. She flat out asks me if I like (person). I kinda of stunned, say yes. She then asks me what I like about her. I reply she has a wonderful smile. This isn't the only reason I like her but a darn good one. I'll make a list later. So this leads to me walking with Duyen to her locker to r. Tram then shows up and complains about her doing stuff for (person). I offer to take some of the stuff she refuses so I physically take the stuff from her. (She had so much stuff on her that she was going to drop it very soon anyway) She seemed grateful. On the way to where (person) is, she asks the same question as Duyen, I reply yes?I then confess I am worried and she says that's a change will happen? then I said, a change for the better or for the worse? she says ?for the better in your opinion? I then say that I am not even sure if she can go to Prom with me. Etc. Then good old silence as we walk to where she is for the remainder of the walk. I get in the classroom and she is surprised to see me. Not a bad surprised though. After that I think that it was all good I will add more later but seeing how?s almost 1?well I need my beauty sleep desperately hell anyone who has seen me can agree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93640472?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93640472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93640472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93640472' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93221329</id><published>2003-04-24T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T21:28:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Random thought: Jelly Belly's kick arse :) Yes Adam I put Arse in to mess with you, I want to see if you still read my blog ;) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93221329?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93221329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93221329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93221329' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93221274</id><published>2003-04-24T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T21:27:44.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning, Morning, Morning. Gutentag I have been forced to watch MSNBC, not cool sooooooooo much propaganda, it?s filled with repetitive and boring things that will only drive other countries to hate us even more. I wish that the news wasn?t as controlled as it is now. Today should be goodtimes, I think that I might beable to get somework done, learn about cars, find out which cable I will need to have my lil laptop on the net. Yeah. More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93221274?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93221274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93221274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93221274' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-93221253</id><published>2003-04-24T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T21:27:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, ahh yes today. Today was interesting?yes not a bad day, not a bad day at all. Still not great though, after all I am still worrying and trying to make sure things work. Making things work is not something that I am good at, if you haven?t already discovered I am not the most reliable person I can let people down quite a bit. But the person whom I truly disappoint the most is frankly myself, so when I manage to accomplish?well anything it?s a big celebration in the mind of Arthur. Recently a good friend of mine, Jaime, told me that he was attempting to be more like?well me. I find this to be a complement of the highest order, he is a great guy and I don?t see why he should change a bit. He said he liked that fact that ?your world could be collapsing around you, and your like, ?that?s?unfortunate??. I find this statement very funny as in almost all cases it holds true. OK so what?s up with Zuhair these days, sometimes I can understand him as only a good friend could but I feel I am slipping away. This is not something that I desire as I cherish each and every one of friends. So how can I patch this hole before it expands faster than a red giant, well I am not sure yet but once I know I will be a lot happier. As stated by many people time and time again friends are where it?s at they will always be there for you, especially mine J. Thanks guys. Yeah so this break has been interesting I have done quite a few things, many of which are included in other people?s blogs, cough Adam cough. So I won?t repeat what other have said to merely fill the page. I am not a great person, or an extremely intelligent one but I will offer my council to any who ask, and will attempt by best when the situation becomes desperate. Now on a lighter note and a different one altogether my Grandparents home?where I am now. Yeah the ride over was ok, I watched LOTR, I didn?t get to finish it though L my grand pappy drives pretty fast (not Adam fast but fast). So I am here in the dark writing this lil journal trying to determine a plan to get my ass on the net without pissing off my un-tech parents. Yeah?I have a good Idea of what to do now all I have to do is get their account name so I can use there phone line for my 56k Dial-up modem that came with my laptop. Should be interesting if I get it to work I will be up and chatting again like a good teenager J. Going to radio shack tomorrow yay! I will be able to some tech stuff that I will need (S-Video cable, and FireWire cable). Should be good times. O speaking of good times today is Brett?s B-day 4-20 J. So I helped surprise him with the change to the site hehe he seemed pretty happy, so minor victory for me,&lt;br /&gt;(Odd theory about Zuhair)(Perhaps he was mad at Jaime cause Jaime wasn?t pissed off Zuhair was unable to make him mad thus nor test Jaime?s limit?s. Fearing he had no limits he became mad? Not sure, nor sure at all?maybe he can tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-93221253?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93221253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/93221253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93221253' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92825524</id><published>2003-04-17T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T23:58:08.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life isn't without a sense of iorny...She said YES, her parents said no...I am VERY upset. Things are very bad right now, and not just with me. I want to be there for my friends who are going through their own problems but my selfish Dumbass self can't help my friends whom I love and respect. I want to help Zuhair, he was kinda of mean to me today...but that's ok I will always consider him a friend unless he does something REALLY EXTREAMLY stupid...just to mess with me. I kinda feel bad for my now, good friend Hugo who is in much pain. He went for it he asked her...she said no...I am Screwed so are my friends...I wanna do  everything in my power to help them and myself out of this mess. I am glad I have friends like Amy though, she made me feel much better today, thank you Amy where ever you are you made my day acceptable. Went to a LAN party...it kinda sucked I was too unhappy to unjoy it...there were a few girls at the party they were "hot" but I wasn't interest all I could think about was how they were perfect for people in out "group" I really think that Danny and the girl who was there nammed Lea not the Lea from SJHA but another one are perfect for each other. The girls all were nice, and BONUS they love british comedy, so Mark, Sam, and I would all say the different lines and they would fill in the blanks and know which show and which episode it was from. Lea offered to go to Prom with Steven. Like a true bud he said maybe I have to work somethings out :) yay thanks steve (i'll explain later) So...Yeah I spoke with Asnavi about our current situation...he is worried too, with out tram going both me and Asnavi are dateless...O why O why...More later...I don't  throw the computer against the wall in fustration.sp.. I think..Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92825524?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92825524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92825524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92825524' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92740351</id><published>2003-04-16T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T21:25:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW, this is an Amazing feeling, to be wanted in some form another. It feel?s like I am swimming in joy. I have never felt this ?good?. I think that this is one of the greatest feelings EVER! Yeah, that's the Adrenaline talking, I am sorry if this doesn't make too much sense. Ahh I never thought the Ugly Sea Dwarf would have a DATE to the prom, I mean WOW think about this for a second, me the Sea Dwarf Has a Date...Yaowza. Now I have something good to tell my friends, my family and myself. I hope that people don?t make too much of  a big deal about it, I know I will take crap from my mother, she is always one to joke around. Ahh now I just have to play the waiting game, I know that (insert girls name here) Parents are not the kindest so this could be difficult, she didn?t seem to be thinking that when I asked her though. She seemed as if she was ?kinda of expecting it? after I asked she said ?me?? I was  not comprehending how this Beautiful girl could ever think that I was this person with whom she should impressed by. The only person not in our ?crew? to find out was Duyen, she got the hint after I just happened to show up next to their art room...after the ball had rang...Yeah So she was cool about it. FYI I think that she (Duyen) had a crush on me last year, no too sure though...`sigh` Life?s good today for the Salty LUCKY Sea Dwarf. I think that this could a much happier Sea Dwarf from now on YAY :) :) GOOD TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;I don?t know exactly how I feel about her yet, maybe after the prom I will have a good idea, I think that I should perhaps try to look good for her, give up soda and do some sort of ?workout? to keep in shape for her :) (yes I know I sound Pathetic, but I have been meaning to do this for a while. I have 1 month from tomarrow to loose....um 10 pounds? That seems fair. Easter is gunna be hell for me, no candy for the Sea Dwarf good look good for the lady friend :). Yeah So on to my day, up until now it basically sucked ass. Yes Sucked Ass. I took for too long on an Easy math test, I made miss Peraira made at me again. I didn?t do all the make up work for Spanish I had to do. Physics was ok, I almost feel asleep again, quite funny if you ask me. I almost shut my eyes while he was looking directly at me. He could tell I was tired so he let me sleep through S.S.R. I didn?t even know I had fallen asleep until he drop something? then I lifted my head assed the situation then went back to sleeping, Goodtimes I say, Good Times. So then I went and got lunch, Pizza, not again...I hat Pizza now. Sersouly it?s sooo borning to me. I made myself a sandwitch to eat today but I forgot it Stupid, stupid, stupid...Yeah it is gunnna be good to eat when I get home, (right now I am in K?s locker of DOOM) She is going to attempt to help my sorry paper get off it?s lazt ass feet. I hope to have a good draft soon, I would love to give Jaime a good laugh. (He will tear is apart) Yeah English was ok...I was going to asj her after class but...Tram was there...I didn?t wanna chicken out but I did and went to 6th and told a dissapointed Zuhair. I then had to tell a few other people of my, um ?interests? they were supprised. I don?t understand how they could be. O well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, much later, ok much MUCH MUCH later stupid K and you ?IB? jeez what do you think you are a ?teacher? oy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92740351?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92740351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92740351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92740351' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92636029</id><published>2003-04-15T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T00:08:18.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it?s been a long time since I last posted something of ?content?, so might as well get started. Rather than tell you about all the hilarity you missed I will start with today, sorry? Ahh yes well today was interesting?I woke up late and missed a few precious minutes of talking to my friends in the morning?not cool. Then I went on to Math to fail yet another math test kinda happens when you don?t study, (or care). As usual I had to take a bit of time after class to finish the test, as did Amy, and Asmah. We walked to class, as ways a good time for some interesting conversations J, as I was walking to class good ole Miriam informed me that I had to do current events in class today. This took me by surprise, as I knew that Junaid was before me? So, in quick thinking Dwarf Fashion I tried to remember a good news article that I passionate about, ding! got one(ask me about it if ya like). So I get to class, late, Miss ?p? as Amy calls her yell?s at ME, not the other people that where late but ME?ok so she then says I can go tomorrow?ok?The rest of class is a blur. Class ends break, I go and get a snack mmm snack. Then Spanish, boring as usual meh. So then to physics, yet again another lab day not too bad I got to struggle with some simple problems feel lost then stupid, then get it then feel lost again. What a period huh? Yeah lunch was bad..I am beginning to hate pizza, going to ask Zuhair about school food tomorrow he seems to be in the know. Yeah on to English?we went to the computer lab, Miss K made me sit away from my friends, oy. I then proceeded to log on as the admin, perform system updates and install a new browser (IE sucks on mac?s). I then got down to work, didn?t do too much meh. 6th was very hard on the mind, I could stay awake the Vot however odd is not entertaining. O well, he hates anyway screw him, (I would have any sort of negative feelings if I hadn?t heard what he has called me?)OK So 7th was B.S I just worked on some minor stud for English Zuhair was in Miss K?s room, He always good to have around. I tell he wanted to talk about something but he said I should read his blog later..(ok?) So it?s later I did read it and I am upset at both of these friends. Why can we all just get along? I mean I can understand Zuhair?s feelings of not being recognized as part of Jaime ?inner circle of friends? but I realize that however he is my friend that he obvious doesn?t want me to know these things so I shouldn?t bother him. It does hurt knowing that a friend doesn?t want to tell you things, I have that kind of pain earlier in the year with Brett?he didn?t trust me? I dunno. I gave up on trying to find out about Jaime and went sleuthing like I did in the good ole days. Wadda ya know I figured out who his date to the prom was, ahh yay me?I don?t think I will tell anyone who though?well maybe?OK so my day sucked. I wanna get a date for prom thinking about asking a friend ask me if you would like to know whom. Meh Night&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/5225867-92636029?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92636029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92636029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92636029' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92566175</id><published>2003-04-13T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:43:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No time, will write later...night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92566175?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92566175' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92566145</id><published>2003-04-13T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:42:44.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all work and no play makes jack a dull boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92566145?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92566145' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92566130</id><published>2003-04-13T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:42:13.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feelin fine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92566130?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92566130' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92566059</id><published>2003-04-13T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:40:30.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am tired, Stressed, overworked, overclocked, and dateless. How are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fine&lt;br /&gt;2. Ok&lt;br /&gt;3. Better than your sorry ass&lt;br /&gt;4. Drunk&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;6. Lonely&lt;br /&gt;7. Tired of life&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanting to find the way out&lt;br /&gt;9. Trying to find a way to skip IB tests to go see the Matrix 2 on opening day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92566059?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92566059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92566059' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92565897</id><published>2003-04-13T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:36:12.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Important information update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just in, "pie is Yummy"...That is all good night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92565897?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92565897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92565897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92565897' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92565808</id><published>2003-04-13T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:34:04.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't ask cause I won't tell ya..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92565808?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92565808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92565808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92565808' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92203810</id><published>2003-04-07T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T22:57:58.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disclaimer:&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If you are Brett Kelly, or related to him, you shouldn't read the post below until the 20th of April, It could ruin a brilliant plan&lt;br /&gt;-That is all...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92203810?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92203810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92203810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92203810' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92198187</id><published>2003-04-07T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T19:57:27.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Zuhairs blog, and needlessto say I feel I should have read it yesterday. Perhaps then I could have given him a big hug, (we all need a hug sometimes). Ahh good ole Zuhair I think of you as a friend that I will keep forever your brilliance is astounding and your loyalty and trust are very humbling. I realize that you feel like an outcast but remember that you DO have friends and they DO care for you, I am one of many. I am sure that in the future you will receive many more as you are just that cool of a guy. I am not going to inquire about ?annie? and that incident. I am growing more and more depressed everyday, but it is friends like you, and others( Robert, Danny, Brett, Adam, steve(s), etc) that make my day bearable. I am sorry that I haven?t been able to keep instride with the rest of you Ibers perhaps the program isn?t for me. Sure I enjoy it but I am such a slacker that it is going to be hard to bring all my grades up to par before the end of the year.. O well. &lt;br /&gt;Moving on, No this Blog isn?t for you it?s for ME, sometimes it?s good to write the events of the day, feeling, etc down, this is not ?entertainment? so Adam if I bore you too bad. Yawn I was dead tired today, I sure could have used a few hours more of sleep, I have decided that sleep is back on my priority list. Goodtimes. It?s now time for a new thing that I want to start called good things and bad things, a list of different goodthings and badthings from my day (days).&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Good:&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Rob't, Adam, and someone else...? all gave me a big out of now where...kinda strange yet It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got away with not doing anything in the Vot's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an interesting conversation with Martina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad:&lt;br /&gt;I feel asleep during class, felt like an idiot the whole day...I didn't do like any hw for any class  teachers are mad at me wonder why...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am depressed, I feel sad that the people around me aren't happy, as well as the feeling of being "less than Human". If you didn't know sometimes the littlest things get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am getting a horrible grade in math...even though I know the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who are friends, have become very hypocritical as of late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will leave in AIM with out saying good bye..Yes I know this dosn't seem big but I feel that people should always be courteous over AIM...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the hug was cool, I was feeling lonely in spanish, sometimes I wonder why I am still in that class I know it well enough and I have the credits...N E ways kevin didn't show...AGAIN I need my calc...so rather than sit in the back of the room and work quietly I took it upon myself to start conversations with people that seem "nice" I spoke with Lea again, Zuhair informed me that she has a BF, a good thing cause now I can really get to talking...heh. She was depressed as well, not nearly as much as I though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vot's class is something that as of late I haven't really enjoyed going to I feel guilty about my crappy Dossier, and how I not only let my friends, school mates, down, but Myself. I just took a stupid quiz, asking which OS you were. I turned out to be both slackware, and Amiga. Adam got OS X, the bastard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh the walk home. I walked home with martina, again, today... She is not a 'normal' girl. She is certainly not the best person alive, but she can be interesting, she told me about how her friend had died 1 year ago today in a car crash. She said she had a premenission (sp?) and didn't go with him. The family of the friend told her that she should have died too and that she didn't deserve to live cause she didn't stop him. She then went on to inform me of how she had seen a person commit suicide, by jumping off a bridge. She said that right before he jumped he look into her eyes. Scared the crap out her, it would me too. I then brought out my own story about my few near misses in Europe. I wrote it down, It's on the other comp, I will post it later. So that was an interesting conversation. I think she will make a good friend, and maybe someone I can visit when I go backbacking in europe. That would be cool. Steve and I still need to find another 2 people to go with us. If your interested and have got some cash to burn Lemme know...Should be interesting&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Here is a copy of that essay I wrote about my trip in europe, and the events that occured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Winings&lt;br /&gt;English 1A 10:30&lt;br /&gt;7/1/02&lt;br /&gt;Narrative Essay&lt;br /&gt;	Many people have a certain sense of danger, or intuition, preconceptions about what might happen most also have the sense to adhere to omens, that are as strong as I have seen. I am one person who saw many dangers and managed to avoid them, it all began with the first concord plane crash occurred and in Paris, the destination for our flight. Because of this one parent didn?t accompany us on our trip, he was afraid what might just happen. He was almost correct in his assumption. As we boarded the plane without our other friend, I felt a twinge of fear, that maybe he was correct in not coming on the plane. Too late. I was already on the plane and on starting on our way to Ohair.&lt;br /&gt;	The flight to Ohair was smooth but it did little to remedy my fear. Just as our flight started to begin it seemed as if our life?s were going to be ended, our plane had lost all power as if some unholy force had griped the planes battery and drained it of its life, not even the planes floor lights which use the back up power were safe from this unruly fiend. The plane screamed to a halt. The loss of power seemed to awaken me. By surprise a million thoughts raged through my head all at once but ended in the same conclusion. The man who didn?t accompany us was correct in not boarding the plane, luckily this disturbance had happened right before take off and we didn?t fall to our grave. The pilots voice crackled on the overhead speaker, it then seemed that even our Captain was afraid; he had never encountered a problem like this one and said that we should remain calm. Sadly the reassurance seemed as if it was for him rather than us.  This event had us all drained like a dead battery, and had us wondering what else was sure to follow. &lt;br /&gt;After that scare we arrived in Paris, late but unscathed. Needless to say we had a lot on our minds after that flight. Paris was wonderful and we had a great time despite that scare, but when we went to Spain we it seemed that fate was looming over us again. The day after we left Barcelona there was a bomb that went off near we were staying killing many tourists. &lt;br /&gt;Then after this shock we moved on to Italy on our tour Bus. We arrived shortly in Florence. In Florence we visited many museums and historical sites but I still couldn?t shake the events off in my mind. After we left Florence there was an Earthquake a small one 3.0 on the rictor scale but an earthquake nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;We dismissed this and moved on to what I thought one of the highlights of our trip Pompeii. It was a hot day but we still managed to see the entire ancient city. As soon we left a fire started and we saw the smoke for hours. After three hours of driving the rain was really putting our excellent bus driver on edge. Then it happened, like a flash of incandescent light, lightning sprung from the ground in all its glory 5 feet in front of the bus. I was in the front seat half asleep; needless to say it woke me. Luckily it seemed as if nature or whatever force was chasing us had stopped everything was fine. And everything was until we had plane trouble in Milan it seemed that out flight was delayed by 2 and a 1/2 hours so we waited. When we reached JFK we were not able to dock to plane, the device used to attach the plane to the stairway was broken we had another long delay that caused us such a delay that by the time we had reached customs the plane had left. Whatever was after us had settled with having us take another flight. When I reached home I sighed with relief and plopped into my bed when I could recuperate from a very, very, long trip. I had managed to make it home in one piece; I had avoided this danger sent by some unruly fiend.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(the bad)&lt;br /&gt;I have felt more and more worthless as the days progress. It is a sad fact when you have friends 4, maybe 5 times smarter, more intuitive, and punctual than you. Perhaps I enjoy their company not because I like them as people but I feel as if I could somehow gain thier intelligence if I am near them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"less than human" I feel as if I have "no soul" I don't think I have a personallity that is uniquely MINE, I feel like I "feed" of the personallities of others. I.E when I am around people for a long time I start to emulate them. This is something that I fear, and hate about myself. I kinda wish Brandon was still around, hes sucha  cool guy, One of the people I wouldn't mind being at all. Meh, What can I say I don't like this but I can't do anything about it. Maybe after a long time of isolation will I force myself to have a unique personallity. I have done this once before while I was in europe. I was stuck almost "by myself" after friends of mine (josh, and Creig) kinda of ditched me for this staketer guy in our group. So I was stuck with two girls as my main company one of them I was interested in, (ask me about it i have a photo or 2) and another who is a good friend. I was forced to live with myself, I wasn't happy with me, I always came off as an elitieist bastard, no something I like at all. Thouse girls are both in robotics, and one of my reasons for joining our team this year, I thought that perhaps I would have a chance at seeing them again I think that our group would like them a lot. 1 is a techie, the other is a "smart" yet lazy student who is interested in robotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So being Ignored on AIM, not something that I like at all, I am currently sad so far 6 different people have started conversations with me then left...Not cool I feel less that dirt. Maybe these people could just type 4 characters&lt;br /&gt;G T G (enter)... O well. I am rambling again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get in to the hypocritical stuff yet..Not worth the effort anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often I have to do something for a friend to prove to myself that I am not worthless, this last month I did something for Brett, I am not sure if he reads my blogs or not...he had been srifting from me for a while now...What can I do... Anyways Heres a copy of an a conversation with a person from EM on bretts birthday supprise...Will it be a supprise now..Don't tell him I kinda want this to be a scret  but I need to get it off my chest cause I feel I need to prove to you (the readers) that I am some what worth while (this is going to be very long) : Email starts at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Essential Magic Customer Support" &lt;Support@EssentialMagic.com&gt; 	   &lt;br /&gt;To :  	&lt;br /&gt;"'Arthur Winings'" &lt;ranma4life_@hotmail.com&gt; 	 &lt;br /&gt;Subject :  	&lt;br /&gt;RE: EM-suggestion 	 &lt;br /&gt;Date :  	&lt;br /&gt;Mon, 31 Mar 2003 18:04:51 -0600 	 &lt;br /&gt; Reply  Reply All  Forward    Delete  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NP, we'd do anything for Mono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Clicks the "Send" button and then regrets it::  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;From: Arthur Winings [mailto:ranma4life_@hotmail.com] &lt;br /&gt;Sent: Monday, March 31, 2003 4:31 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Support@EssentialMagic.com&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE: EM-suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok a ScreenShot sounds like a good idea,&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate you taking my suggestions seriously not many other &lt;br /&gt;sites' owners/mod's etc would listing some random person... meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: "Essential Magic Customer Support" &lt;Support@EssentialMagic.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To: "'Arthur Winings'" &lt;ranma4life_@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: RE: EM-suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 17:52:07 -0600&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yeah, that sucks that Mono might not get to see his "birthday present". &lt;br /&gt;&gt;Maybe you could take a screen-shot for him to see when he gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From: Arthur Winings [mailto:ranma4life_@hotmail.com]&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sent: Sunday, March 30, 2003 3:42 PM&lt;br /&gt;&gt;To: Support@EssentialMagic.com&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Subject: RE: EM-suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hey, Mono told me he's gunna be stuck in illionis with his &lt;br /&gt;&gt;grantparents,&lt;br /&gt;&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;they don't have a comp on his B-day...I really hope he will be able to &lt;br /&gt;&gt;see what you guys have done... hey one more "suggestion" is to have his &lt;br /&gt;&gt;first post ever at EM up for everyone to see :D, "catch ya on the flip &lt;br /&gt;&gt;side"&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;From: "Essential Magic Customer Support" &lt;Support@EssentialMagic.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;To: "'Arthur Winings'" &lt;ranma4life_@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Subject: RE: EM-suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 23:53:45 -0600&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;LOL, that's a hilarious idea!  I'll mention it to the rest of the &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;guys and see what they think.  Who knows, it might actually happen.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Don't tell Mono about it.  That way, if we do it, it'll be a &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;-----Original Message-----&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;From: Arthur Winings [mailto:ranma4life_@hotmail.com]&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Sent: Sunday, March 16, 2003 9:37 PM&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;To: Support@Essentialmagic.com&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Subject: EM-suggestion&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Hello, I had no idea how to get in contact with the site owner(s) so &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;i though i would try this. Ok well on April 20th is Mononoke86's &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;B-day, and i am aware that he is currently a moderator on your site &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;so i thought a good way to reward him/congradulate him would be to &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;change the name of the site for 1 day to "essential mononoke", sure &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;it's corny but i thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;rather humorous...anyway I am a friend of his and this deed (if it &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;does go&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;through) would be greatly appreciated...I know that he feels the EM &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;home away from home and this would KILL him... ok Im done here&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;-Arthas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so that was my day..more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92198187?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92198187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92198187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92198187' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92127151</id><published>2003-04-06T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T21:23:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I didn wanna make this post so soon but I felt that I *needed* too well, I have been a bit odd and unclear in my blog, interpret it as you will, but I am for the most part a silly person, I will try to make things clearer in the future but as of now my blog needs some editing...I haven't the time&lt;br /&gt;-more later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92127151?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92127151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92127151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92127151' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92063697</id><published>2003-04-05T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T16:43:13.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello everyone, I am feeling a bit better this afternoon, as my Dad seems to have calmed down DnD still looks out of the picture though...o well...OK I found out that Steven's family is coming over for dinner tonight yay. MMM ribs...Yeah I am a Flesh eater :), what can I say mmm Flesh ...:) Steve's Dad is going to make some Ice Cream yummy (he makes great ice cream). So I spoke to Brett today (over AIM) I lent him know of 1 or 2 of the things I want to get him for His B-Day, I feel guilty cause I didn't get him anything for his...yeah so I asked him to check out the shirts for In flames Here ----&gt; http://www.evils-darkland.de/s_in-flames.htm I want to buy him 2...Heh he seemed pretty happy, good news I was worried he might already have some...ok Jamie just signied I am going to go Harass him BBL :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92063697?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92063697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92063697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92063697' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-92048703</id><published>2003-04-05T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T16:38:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah...It's allllll over now, I hope... Dossier is in, it has a lot of faults but for the most part it works...kinda...OK I am not gunna think about how the IB examiniers are going to tear my Dossier apart, and how Mr. Novotny was a little to leaniant on the Dossier's and that EVERYONE is going to be hurt by his simpathy.. Even Jamie and Eric who worked EXTREAMLY hard on thiers and earned their points. I am going to feel very guilt for a while until the next big Catastrophe. Yeah today...or what has happened yeah. OK I don't know how I am going to tell Brandon, but my dad blew a gasket when my brothers refused to go to a scouting event today, Andrew, my brother who "looks like a mexican" had a very poor excuse "i think i pulled something in my leg" so "I don't want to go". My other more spoiled brother who is an ASS to my parents just flat out refused to go. Needlessto say this pissed my Dad off, he then asked then to get thier stuff together cause we were going to go get some stupid merit badge. By youngest brother then went and hid in the basement whilest my other brother was on the couch watching t.v. I realized that the situation was rapidly decaying so I attempted to incourage my brother to move a bit faster, I then told him that he had a poor excuse and Dad knew that, and wanted him to go regardless. As I was tell him this My father then asked my mother where my brother was, (youngest brother) he then said that he was in the basement. My dad went down there and he was just siting on the floor doing nothing. He blew it right there...he then asked why he couldn't do one thing for him after he had done all these things for use, and how he didn't respect him. I could understand my dads fustration. I was hoping my brother would realize what a mess he was creating... he didn't and made it worse by still refusing to go. I wasn't comprehending just how stupid he was being. Yeah...So I tried to regroup and go in my room to think how to remedy the situation...After 5 minutes of thinking, and cleaning my room my father came in  and told me that I was in trouble too...he then left...He let at 8:00 it's 9:37 now...He was going to get his tires fixed cause he didn't want to deal with us. Right before he left he told my brother that he WILL not beable to go to washington D.C because of his hostility. He then said that he (dad) would use that money to send him, and my mother on a vaccation. (their anniversary is very soon). This makes me very mad at my brothers but I don't feel responsible for the way my dad exploded.. OK well on a higher note Classes on friday weren't too bad...I think I did ok on the test for Miss K. (I never do well on tests, I freeze up) Meh. So then lunch...the other Miss K was pissed at us for screwing around in her room during french club sales...Not too bad but I was disappointed I would have thought that she might have been a bit nicer to us as we weren't playing "violent" video games in her class room that day. SO  we had to move to the tables, I had no money for lunch I left money at home...again... Thank GOD for friends I love you danny j/k heh he lent he some dough for some food. Thanks. mmm pop tarts :). Ok that's my lunch very health huh, yeah well I then went to Miss k's class took that stupid test, then in class we were told to write about how we felt about the ending of the book (perfume). We were given 10 minutes more than enough time. I wrote a lot for lazy ole me, I made some good connections to the bibble etc. She then asked us to correct each others. I was told to take Charlie's and Chalies mine, So I had him mine and he takes his and crumples his up in ball then throws it on the floor and steps on it a few times...Miss K didn't know what to say, neither did I...that was interesting...She then told me to help Ryan correct Alan's writing. OK his wasn't horrible but It was VERY general..meh...Ok then we were suppose to stand up and present in frount of the class. I had some good idea but I hate to speak first or last...for that matter...OK a bunch of people went each taking a good chunk out of I was going to say..Kinda depressing, ahh then Charlie was suppose to go he did, boy we did not expect this. So he goes up and starts talking about how fiting it was to have the Protagonist Grenouille crusified, how he was compared to Jesus then crusified...We were appalud...(the book ends not his him dieing from crusifing, but him being eaten by a bunch of criminals) we didn't know what to say...I just stiffled a laugh...Yeah...then it was my turn..I was LAST I hat that...Why me...Yeah everything had been said except for how ironic it was to  have Grenouille greastist thing desired happen, yet have him not be satisified etc etc. I was a bit depressed...Ok I just walked around during programing, I feel lost in that class, as well as guilty I should have done better etc. OK i then went to the Drivers ED independant study thingy, I will have to learn to drive sooner ot later...meh I fear driving...I know that I will be very conservitive..yea spelling..meh Too lazy ok....I need to do work now I am suppose to be working on my world lit paper(s). Yeah /me has no life....Just friends that I don't get to speak to...Heh I have planed something for a friend of mines birthday...heh Can't wait..Maybe he will be able to hang out w/ me more in the summer...OK...I  need to go see ya in the afternoon. it now 10:02, but I have been going back and forth from things while writing this stupid blog..or rant...I dunno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-92048703?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92048703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/92048703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92048703' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-91972063</id><published>2003-04-04T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T01:09:40.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, to sum up, it's late my Dossier is still not done, I owe Zuhair a favor, or three... I haven't goten much sleep and I am depressed with my current situation, as you can see. I have started to think that perhaps I should do my best with this Dossier thing, give the test everything I "got" and hopefully do moderatley well. I should write a disclaimer huh..My writing and as well as my typing skill is null..So errors will be common place..get used to it...Ok today was....I dunno...I don't know how to react to it.. I Cut a class intentionaly for the first time...ever...It was of course to work on my Dossier, something i find very humorous as i have spent countless sleepless mights on it and I am still not done. Perhaps this incredible amount of work is what detered Asnavi from attempting to compleate his...After a breif Disscusion with the Vot during 6th he seemed very sadend that Asnavi had done such a thing but he didn't seem suprised. Kinda of a goodthing and a bad thing happend as well...The Vot told me that my Dossier was Superior to Shafi's not too great but certainly not horrible. I feel for Shafi even if I constant feel as if he should be smacked upsaid the head for attempting to get a rise out of me by starting pointless conversations about how horrible Mac's are. N E WAY's... I think that had my Dossier run properly...or at all...That I would be happy with myself, unlucky me. I am a pathetic person, but atleast i know it, some people are Oblivious to thier situations...Meh I have spent soooo much time on this cursed Dossier that I haven't given myself ample time to think about a girl that I am currently interested in. Hint Hint No chance in hell Hint Hint, she dosen't even know my name and I hers, she is a Softmore...Something I didn't expect when I saw her... Yeah she is a friend of one of my softmore "friends". Perhaps one day I will be far less distracted and will allow myself to join the countless Myrtrs of the male race who fall victim to intelligent attractive women. Yeah moving on, the Sinore is very mad at me for obvious reasons..I haven't done a shred of hw for 7 days straight now, and have forgoten materials in class. He is gunna kill me tomarrow er today, Hopefully I can get the Problems done during my spanish class. OK lea i think that 's the proper spelling has been talking to me recently..not something that I expected...as we had clashed earlier in the year, although it wasn't obvious. She seemed like she wanted to chat with me, not a bad thing she is entertaing, she told me about how Omair had flexed his muscles and wooed them. I found this quite amusing as i could imagine Omair with his all too familar smirk and a unique phsique ta boot (sp?). Yeah, she kinda saw that I had no partner for a Spanish presentaion today? and seperate with old partner to me with me...odd...she then brought up physics and I went off on a tangent about the things we where doing in class...she seemed mildly interested as she had the Sinore for "normal" physics. Meh. OK well I dunno another thing that happend today that caught my interist was that Melanie told me that I looked "half way decent" I was somewhat appauled as I am never complemented on my appearance...as I find it a some what waste of time... I feel that perhaps if a girl had an interest in me and acted upon it I would spened the extra time to look "nice" for her. BUT in this world nothing is that easy eh Hugo :) yeah so...what else...ahhh i played Doom when I should have been working on my GOD DAMN DOSSIER...yeah...I have a hard time concentrating on this that aren't what I atleast somewhat what I want todo. OK now...I this rant/ Entry has become rather long so I will leave you here and update it at school. Hopefully your day(s) will be better than mine, as tomarrow er today I am dead to the world...Over and out&lt;br /&gt;-Sea Dwarf &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/5225867-91972063?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/91972063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/91972063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91972063' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-91830142</id><published>2003-04-01T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T21:19:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blog out of sheer desire to get away from the beast, (dossier) I have been huming this song to myself to help keep Sanity in check:&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the hate rise up in me... &lt;br /&gt; Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... &lt;br /&gt; I wander over where you can't see... &lt;br /&gt; Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; Goodbye! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I wipe it off on tile, the light is brighter this time &lt;br /&gt; Everything is 3D blasphemy &lt;br /&gt; My eyes are red and gold, the hair is standing straight up &lt;br /&gt; This is not the way I pictured me &lt;br /&gt; I CAN'T CONTROL MY SHAKES! &lt;br /&gt; How the hell did I get here? &lt;br /&gt; Something about this, so very wrong... &lt;br /&gt; I have to laugh out loud, I wish I didn't like this &lt;br /&gt; Is it a dream or a memory? &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I've felt the hate rise up in me... &lt;br /&gt; Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... &lt;br /&gt; I wander over where you can't see... &lt;br /&gt; Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; GET OUTTA MY HEAD CUZ I DON'T NEED THIS! &lt;br /&gt; Why I didn't I see this? &lt;br /&gt; I'm a victim - SINNED-BY-JUST &lt;br /&gt; Makin' my mind up and takin' your breath away &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I've felt the hate rise up in me... &lt;br /&gt; Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... &lt;br /&gt; I wander over where you can't see... &lt;br /&gt; Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; GOODBYE! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; You haven't learned a thing &lt;br /&gt; I haven't changed a thing &lt;br /&gt; My flesh was in my bones &lt;br /&gt; The pain was always free &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; I've felt the hate rise up in me... &lt;br /&gt; Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... &lt;br /&gt; I wander out where you can't see... &lt;br /&gt; Inside my shell, I wait and bleed... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; AND IT WAITS FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normaly not my type of music but I needed a new "song". I would describe my day but even i found it sad and luling, and I am sure you could get anything good out of the blogs of my friends. Meh. O fortuna. What is left of my Muscles are sore...not enough sleep and a bit of stress, huh wonder where that came from...(DOSSIER) ...Ahhh my head hurts thinking about it and I know that I will have to deal with crap from The Vot if it isn't done. This project has changed from a project I was excited about to a project that I dread. I Wish to offer advice to anyone who is going to test in IB SL COMP SCi... Make sure to have you Dossier done before Ski week, then spend the rest of the time fixin it...I wish I had done that...Ahhh O fortuna. Good news: kinda, My Dad hinted that is might be ok if i fail this so long as I get something out of it and do well next year. I already have an Idea or 2 for next year. I can't blame the Vot for the way I am in his class.... O wait YES I CAN I COULD BE VERY WRONG BUT I STILL CAN@@#@#@$(U(#R ok...calm down..(I am kidding here i know it's my fault).if you can't already tell I am stressed...Yeah so he didn't help us last year and then yells at us this year for not doing anything..I know that didn't make sense but...Yeah ok I am gunna end this here cause I will go insane other wise..TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-91830142?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/91830142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/91830142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91830142' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5225867.post-91686624</id><published>2003-03-30T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T21:00:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, and welcome to my Blog:&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this will become a nice place to vent my fustrations and feelings...It seems to be the  "trend" and I should fall in line. I kinda wish I had one earlier in the year when a friend of mine, I will call him Holden created his site. Maybe this site will be less depressing and dreary...I sure hope that I can edit my post later on...spelling errors and such...er yeah so this is going to be the first entry...I hope this works out well I sure am confused on how to use this thing...I should have no problems though as I am a geek, ok maybe not... I am having doubts as of late as I am really just a Mac head...Meh. So yeah today was ok I didn't get a call from the Vot, I really wanted him to call too...lazy bum. FYI he need to call me about what I need to change in my Dossier to get a higer score. Ha. The highlight of my day believe it or not was going and getting various school supplies with my mother, sure this sounds very pathetic and sad but that is because it is now where were we... huh o yeah school supplies. I purchased 2 new binders for English and Physics, my harder classes...I bought some heavy duty binders lemme tell ya the covers for em are nice and thick. I sure hope they last longer than a month. Now your think that perhaps if i used my locker i would have to worry about a tuff binder but I will tell you this I don't like having to got somewhere to get something that I don't need all the time personally i don't mind carrying it. Personally I think any sort of excercise is good for me, I have become a lttle "plump". I hope to force myself into giving up soda for an extend period of time, how long who knows. I should really get cracking on this HOA essay that our teacher assigned us, but i really don't wanna do it and i think that i may just not...o well as "mononoke86" would say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Catch ya on the flip side"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5225867-91686624?l=seadwarf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/91686624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5225867/posts/default/91686624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seadwarf.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91686624' title=''/><author><name>Arthur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15591711449238781182</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
