<?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-3435458</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:53:22.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>organized clutter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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>1667</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3435458.post-107699070773411996</id><published>2004-02-16T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:07:01.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>not with a bang but in a whimper....or so i am told.soon very soon i move.  :waves goodbye to blogger x2: you will always be my number one.  so here i am sitting in the student lounge in the midst of my studying....kinda and well...what can i say.  i cant exactly leave the old life behind.  nothing ever really changes.  joy?  i'm not sure.  well my first round of tests went very well.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107699070773411996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107699070773411996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699070773411996' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107629861419528855</id><published>2004-02-08T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:51:59.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>show them one day you are not the sameyou wont be the last one anymorewell its sunday and i am sitting here blogging.  whats been happening? absolutely nothing at all.  for a while i have had the awesome 4runner because my car's transmission has decided to die on me on several occassions.  yay just wonderful.  i think with the suv it made me more stupid then normal.  my speech has been all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107629861419528855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107629861419528855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107629861419528855' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107586856887177883</id><published>2004-02-03T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:24:29.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i head for bed with less then i woke up with. i'm surrounded by people who are about to collapse. life just is getting better and better.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107586856887177883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107586856887177883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107586856887177883' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107577562574652667</id><published>2004-02-02T18:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:35:25.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello alli know you are all just eagerly awaiting an awesome update.so atm chris and me are playing gb with one another. yay for playing again?:thinks: i've been thinking about it. i cant sound angry really without sounding really childish or like a fool. 0_o oh well. nothing really has been going on in the world of mikee.  recently i got a laptop to mostly take notes on in school and to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107577562574652667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107577562574652667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577562574652667' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107440216462509499</id><published>2004-01-17T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T23:04:08.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>as promised we will run into the sunset like crazy ducks.so here we are at the start of week 2 into the world that is called education at UTD.  its been awhile since i last blogged and so now i am blogging mainly because people keep bothering me about doing it.  :thinks:  what can i say?  well first and foremost, this past break one of the rare and cool things i did was the traditional trip to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107440216462509499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107440216462509499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440216462509499' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107413949737752887</id><published>2004-01-14T22:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:06:18.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for the few and the curiousan update arrives soon prior to week's end.werd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107413949737752887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107413949737752887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413949737752887' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107297917675850109</id><published>2004-01-01T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T11:47:23.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what do i love about this time of year?well part of deals with that its a new year. wonderful. really. i mean its a chance to start anew. after all it is a new year. dont people make resolutions this time of year promising change all the time but two weeks down the line they are slumping back into old habits? yay!another fun thing about the holidays is that you always get messaged by people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107297917675850109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107297917675850109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107297917675850109' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107247456410108394</id><published>2003-12-26T15:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T15:37:05.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oye mushi mushichristmas eve, christmas, and the general christmas-y wrap up (no pun intended) [dully noted]how was your christmas? mine? another year has come and gone and is slowly winding down. i suppose i can say i didnt imagine that at the start of the year i would imagine myself to be where i am now currently, both in a positive and negative light. strange how so much has changed in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107247456410108394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107247456410108394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107247456410108394' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107201769691674694</id><published>2003-12-21T08:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T14:36:42.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>like any other day...taking a shower this morning in my bathroom and staring at my towel...i couldnt help but wonder if alex or peter used it yesterday. 0_oi really am now waiting for my sister to buy a domain and to get hosted. hopefully soon. when that happens...the 1337ness of photologs will be upon us...me...you. whoever.its another day. another adventure. how'd you sleep last night? i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107201769691674694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107201769691674694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107201769691674694' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107199082325086692</id><published>2003-12-20T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:14:39.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lets rewrite an ending that fits...gather round children as i will tell you a story of a most uninteresting day.i suppose i would start at the point where peter actually woke up early to go play final fantasy x2 in the wee hours of the morning. i guess it wasnt worth the effort to roll outta bed just yet. i had taken the day off previously at an eariler date to stay at home without worries. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107199082325086692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107199082325086692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107199082325086692' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107190957266908011</id><published>2003-12-20T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T02:51:41.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well its been just about for freaking ever since i even last posted here.with the amount of time that has flown by you would think that maybe, just maybe i have been too busy to blog. well not really, its more like lazy probably. i'm not quite sure. but anyways here is an update.once again we went and saw the midnight showing of lord of the rings. nothing like standing in line with nerds and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107190957266908011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107190957266908011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107190957266908011' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-107025994516705926</id><published>2003-11-30T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T00:26:21.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mr j: have fun changing hotpants, just what every final fantasy game needed, they finally figured it outmr j: congratulations square-enixso i have taken time off from playing ffx-2 and working and studying for my finals to blog to my dear sweet blog. i started listening to my playlist again starting from the beginning. we're currently cruising through the B's thank you. (blink182). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107025994516705926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/107025994516705926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107025994516705926' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106995404263161039</id><published>2003-11-27T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T11:27:55.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its thanksgiving. family time. we're going to die.well i sit here typing away at my keyboard with no one online to talk to. i went and took ngan out to lunch yesterday afternoon from her work so yay :D that made my day. the past few days diana and chris came over and we embarked on many an adventure. who knew what mysteries we would try to solve. :hums scooby doo theme song: but actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106995404263161039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106995404263161039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995404263161039' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106978072703317677</id><published>2003-11-25T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T11:19:17.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to disobeyfor some reason i imagine (very retardedly mind you) that the moment i moved out (or kicked out if that were the case) and the moment all would be right with the world was simply something out of the matrix. my parents would be badgering me about something. i'm not sure. could be really about anything and i would simply stick up my hand and say no. and then they would realize what i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106978072703317677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106978072703317677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106978072703317677' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106922836372907305</id><published>2003-11-19T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T01:53:07.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well here i am sitting at home listening to the new linkin park album i picked up at mexico (OMG KEEKLES!)i have become sorely disappointed in the lack of a christian character people hold even remote nowadays. eh...even sometimes myself. but thats for another time and another place. anyways, behind closed doors, when people dont see you, behind a freaking sn why arent people the same? with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106922836372907305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106922836372907305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922836372907305' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106883159365759900</id><published>2003-11-14T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T11:40:13.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy update batman!!!lets see. i wanna say alot has happened since my last update. but no. i'm not that cool. probably the most recent that that comes to mind is cable internet. :hugs cable: oh yes. to be back in the world of broadband. i miss it so. what else? i got suckered convinced to start playing gunbound. i'm not terrible. i seem to always have a slow start though. :/ always spending the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106883159365759900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106883159365759900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106883159365759900' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106805791509853731</id><published>2003-11-05T12:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T12:45:45.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dont read if you dont wanna know.spoilers and some thoughtsso back in 199x a company out in hollywood released a sleeper hit called the matrix. good movie. in fact you probably will do well as to remember their key money shot was the infamous 'bullet time' copied all over in the movies. anyways, then in 2003 due to such a large success from the first one two more were released to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106805791509853731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106805791509853731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805791509853731' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106792593149654270</id><published>2003-11-04T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T00:50:39.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>posting from opera. i offically hate ie.so where have i been as of like the past eleventy billion weeks? nowhere really. just been either too lazy to update or too busy to update. ever notice how alot of bloggers are basically recaps of peoples days? am i really that curious to know what people really do in a day? yes. yes i am. :checks a random person's blog: anyways i'm very tempted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106792593149654270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106792593149654270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106792593149654270' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106696490989816034</id><published>2003-10-23T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:08:29.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you know what stars are?balls on fireburning up the black space...for a little nerd news:recently downloaded opera 7.21 and mozilla .7 havent really tired firebird yet but when i get a chance i will. (ironically i only use ie to blog, opera to browse casually, and firebird for tech stuff. i'm weird like that.) anyways, its thursday and the latest episode of naruto has failed to show up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106696490989816034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106696490989816034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106696490989816034' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106662425556544246</id><published>2003-10-19T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T23:30:55.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohayoso its been awhile since i've taken some time out to write about the fun experiences that is my life. nothing really much has happened. lots of sleeping, and... eating... and working out... and other stuff. yeah. anyways with regards to working out, i know i'm improving but for some reason, i dot exactly look or feel any stronger. hmm... eh who cares. :roar!:so this past friday night we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106662425556544246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106662425556544246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106662425556544246' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106575947378742117</id><published>2003-10-09T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T23:17:53.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the orange light came on...and all just went to hell from there.well we're coming on the close of the week. what can i say? life has become almost anything but routine.so for the past week or so my little check engine light has come on. wtf does that mean? well accoring to the manual that i got with my car, page 397 mind you, it says that my emissions has something wrong with it. calling up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106575947378742117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106575947378742117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106575947378742117' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106542350670041462</id><published>2003-10-06T01:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T01:58:26.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever made a decision that leads to other ones and you dont know why you made those decisions in the first place?apparently tomorrow was three days later. its monday morning. like 1:21 at the start of this blog. i'm supposed to be reading over chapter 14 of my cs book and understanding the concepts of constructors and class, etc. but no here i am blogging. havent exactly had the most </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106542350670041462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106542350670041462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106542350670041462' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106519465210905255</id><published>2003-10-03T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T10:24:11.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>til we see each other againthis is goodbye my friendi've been super busy this week. probably more so then i ever planned to be. a good collection of my week as of so far is probably that i've fallen into a routine where its been wake up go to school, go to work, come home and do homework. yay! actually tuesday i went to the mall on my lunch break and picked up better luck tomorrow and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106519465210905255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106519465210905255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106519465210905255' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106481087099154405</id><published>2003-09-28T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:47:50.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keeping quiet is hardcause you can't keep a secretif it never was a secret from the startthursday night i picked me up the brand new album. a nice mixture of acoustic songs and ones filled with eletric guitars. yup the quiet things no one ever knows.so friday, went to class. yeah my calc test...totally owned me. slapped me around like a little rag doll. doh :( but its ok. this can be my </summary><link 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exciting exactly has happened. this week starts the first round of tests for us college people. this week its good ol calc. oh the joy of limits, trig, and going to infinity and such. well as such i shall amuse you with my antics for the week.first and foremost. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106451473517482455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106451473517482455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106451473517482455' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106421120019770980</id><published>2003-09-22T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T01:13:20.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HENGE!!!:poof:fun fun that this weekend held for me. friday night there was great fun at thien and lily's. they had us over for a spring roll party. nothing like...rolling up your own spring roll? anyways, i still had the sars-like cough (which i eventually infected my sister and my family with :evil laughter: ) anyways it was pretty cool. we swapped stories and made fun of one another and in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106421120019770980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106421120019770980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106421120019770980' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106398934175070707</id><published>2003-09-19T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T11:35:41.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:hacking cough:oh yes. thats the sound of me gettig better. no really. wednesday night at work i got sick or something. throat felt like there is a five inch spidar running around in it biting my windpipe or something. (lovely image huh?) anyways, last night was probably the worst of it. i had to call in sick to work (my boss laughed at me when i told him i was sick :sad face: ) and just went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106398934175070707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106398934175070707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398934175070707' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106377752460763700</id><published>2003-09-17T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T00:45:24.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being grown up isnt half as fun as growing up...so its here at the end of the day. got up at 7:40ish. i'm not sure what happned but i scedule my alarm to go off at 7:25. i hear the thing go off and turn it off and when i look at the clock its 7:40 and i'm thinking crap. i'm late. :shakes head: i'm not sure what happened there. i'm pretty sure i feel back asleep but a part of me is thinking...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106377752460763700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106377752460763700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377752460763700' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106369016335231419</id><published>2003-09-16T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T00:37:19.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:que familier monday night football theme:there is something quite wonderful about mondays and fridays. what's that? its the ability to sleep in. curled up in the fetal position underneath a mess of blankets, eyes closed and dare i say...cuddled with one blue bear? ^^ anyways, its just nice to wake up at like eight in the morning and go back to sleep because you realize that you still have an </summary><link 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thoughts upstairs are lingering about. i started to buckle down on studying, you know making an effort to try and get good grades (if myself now could go back in the past and kick my own butt back then i wonder how life would have turned out eh?) there is no better late</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106360156403839665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106360156403839665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106360156403839665' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106317217942920416</id><published>2003-09-10T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T00:36:19.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think for the most part i'll just blog once a day. if its special i'll just edit my post to include mas.i am not a morning person. i dont like waking up too early in the morning. however i do it to build muscle. apparently also i can get my posture corrected this way? :shrugs: hey i'm all for two birds with one stone. anyways after working out this morning i came back home to nap. oh man...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106317217942920416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/106317217942920416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106317217942920416' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-106308700791710098</id><published>2003-09-09T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T01:01:58.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow ever since blogger has been own3d by google. their interface has changed.anyways i havent decided whether or not i will or will not return here. at the moment. www.illfuckingit.com has decided to nix all of their free accounts so in the process me and doaner has been pwn3d. :sigh:so as of late i have offically been listening to alot of yellowcard. its something nice.i seriously dont </summary><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93633903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93633903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93633903' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93566629</id><published>2003-04-30T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T20:36:08.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i heard abouti started laughing when i saw that there was a weblog for the nba playoffs. oh man. too funny.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93566629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93566629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93566629' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93510011</id><published>2003-04-29T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T23:01:00.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for glorywoke up today around 8:17 ish. i looked at my clock and then closed my eyes again. i just wanted to wake up at 11 or something. woke up again later at 8:25. i stared at those green numbers and thought screw it. i'm not going back to sleep. i'm not really sure what woke me up. i think it might have been the bass out of my sister's subwoofer.woke up, got clean and went to go pick up hai</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93510011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93510011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93510011' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93445942</id><published>2003-04-28T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T23:39:19.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we wont stand for hazy eyes anymoreoh what a day. long. but what a freaking awesome day...except...that one part.after two bad mondays in a row, it's nice to catch a break. up at my usual time whatever sitting at a starbucks and...blowing my nose. yet again (as it always seems) the season o allergies is upon me. anywho, that seems to be most of the day. my nose is really red and sore. must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93445942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93445942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93445942' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93382069</id><published>2003-04-28T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T00:30:22.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me face downi really suck at ftp and unix commands. 0.oemo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93382069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93382069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93382069' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93376712</id><published>2003-04-27T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T22:38:38.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i still know everything, i still knowouch. i hurt. and not from your punch at starbucks.so today as always interesting metro. did you see it? it was huge! like the size of my head fo realz!!~ anyways, nothing worth blogging about this moment. i'm having too much fun screwing around with my other site. i will become 1337. ph34r meeh!emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93376712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93376712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93376712' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93343093</id><published>2003-04-27T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T09:46:37.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not one for complainingtoo weird.its too quiet. that is all.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93343093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93343093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93343093' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93321782</id><published>2003-04-26T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T20:59:18.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so please, please i'm running out of sympathya small bundle of joy:: yawn :: that would be what i was doing at 8 this morning as i rolled out of bed. strange it seems as it seems this week especially i've lost my weekly quota of the sleep agent. anyways, a small 3 hour 'shift' at work. nothing really special besides the usual mudane things. came back home to sit in front of my computer and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93321782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93321782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93321782' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93295173</id><published>2003-04-26T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T20:43:58.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and if i had the chance (had the chance) to do it all againit feels alot like high school again for some reason. like this was everything i never got to see in high school but heard about and passed along.ahh the good ol days of high school. the waking up early in the mornings. the sleepy eyes i got in class. the many a time i laid my head down on my desk to have it smacked by my teacher (the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93295173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93295173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93295173' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93266281</id><published>2003-04-25T17:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T17:36:58.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>she said cmon cmon lets just get this over with2:30 where were you?standing in borders making mindless chatter with the guy in front of me. he kept looking at all the girls around us. i was about tenth in line which wasnt terrible but surprising. i was hoping for a little bit closer up. anyways, so after about an hour and a half wait the tickets were in my hand. four of them. nice nice. i even</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93266281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93266281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93266281' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93255639</id><published>2003-04-25T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T14:00:51.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princesswell my sister caught this spider this morning. at first she left me an im this morning saying she caught it. something along the lines of...OMG TH!S HUG3 SP1D4R WAS RUNNI6 AR0UND AND OMG HI2U I C4UGH7. W0W Y4Y MEH!! KTHXBYE!!!!~ ^___~ok not really but thats what i read (too much time on the forums?) anyways so i decided to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93255639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93255639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93255639' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93222665</id><published>2003-04-24T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T23:59:37.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kissable and quietwhat? someone is engaged??? DRAMA!!~11KTHXBYEemo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93222665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93222665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93222665' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93218915</id><published>2003-04-24T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T22:40:14.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never said i'd take this lying downOMG HI2U!!! ^______^ kekekekeke roofles.hello all. my day in general was rather timid. didnt do too much. i help my mom out at work for a little bit. that was alright strangely. hmm...i was supposed to go see better luck tomorrow today with doaner. however he didnt get out in time from his video project so booo0o0o00o0ooOOO0o0o0oo on doaner. hahaha. instead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93218915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93218915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93218915' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93197979</id><published>2003-04-24T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T21:43:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you always come close but it never comes easy[07:25:31] christine: i'll sing for you buddy[07:25:31] christine: WWWWWWWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHWAHHHHHHHHWAHHHHHHHHHH[07:25:31] christine: DDDDDDDDAHHHHHHHHHDAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHDAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH[07:25:31] christine: lalalalalallalalala wock[07:25:31] christine: LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA quackemo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93197979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93197979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93197979' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93121024</id><published>2003-04-23T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T11:45:13.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and here we are to sing you a songhad this really weird dream last night. i'm not sure. i havent really watched any of that 70's show since i finished it nor do i have any of her songs. anyways, to continue. i was in the mall or something and for some reason jessica simpson was in my dream and she was crying because her mom was shot ( 0_o ) yeah that was about the extent of my dream. in the mall</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93121024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93121024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93121024' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93095487</id><published>2003-04-23T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T00:47:00.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i knew that you meant itnot the greatest way (once yet again) to start out a week. but i'm sure one day (any day now really) it'll pick up. go go go go go go.once more yet again here we go on another tangent of a topic i think i've beaten into the ground. but what the hey. ok as of late, all i've been hearing is how much of a loser i am. i wish it was in that many words but they end up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93095487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93095487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93095487' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93028144</id><published>2003-04-22T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T00:08:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and ihave i really ever changed? i ask myself that alot of times. from the person i was a couple of years before to now. i suppose in some ways its obvious that i have. in some ways however its hard for me to tell. i guess i dont see the subtle things. :: shrugs ::more to what this post is about. so a couple of years ago, i had no problems laughing about certain humor (toilet kind), well even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93028144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93028144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93028144' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-93009767</id><published>2003-04-21T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T18:09:41.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damage report mr. moe:: whirling :: thats the sound of my sister's computer with the side off and her hsf combo going at it full blast. sounds like a jet taking off. over and over. on an interesting sidenote: this is what some of you people need. the intarweb is so useful with great information :: snicker :: like this.anyways, maybe more later. i felt like spamming my blog.:: spam ::emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93009767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/93009767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93009767' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92962809</id><published>2003-04-20T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:46:40.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>an easter sundaywhile i'm sitting here listening to minibosses - megaman2, its been a long day. not too terrible i suppose. nothing really super spiffy happened today. well, every easter as long as i can remember, it was always up at the crack of dawn and a day where i looked forward to getting those easter eggs or as i grew older hiding them. sadly that tradition was b0rked (broken for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92962809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92962809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92962809' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92928691</id><published>2003-04-20T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T07:59:02.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shake downoy....allergies. bah. easter sunday morning. uber early service. i'm kinda hungry. :: rubs stomach :: i havent had sprinkle donuts in a while. hmm...these folded white sheets piling up arent cool at all. :: sniffs ::we tried so hard and got so far but in the end, we're still late to church. :: sneezes :: blasted allergies. my parents are actually going to church? i'm not really sure</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92928691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92928691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92928691' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92918328</id><published>2003-04-19T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T23:46:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>music for a generation that sucksoddly enough my day started off terrible? (maybe terrible is not the best choice of words seeing as most people change how their day goes based on events and circumstances) no need to delve into that. hmm....i was disappointed in today's episode of yugioh. i had already seen it before and stared to quote lines from it with drama added along. nerdom++;later </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92918328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92918328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92918328' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92875948</id><published>2003-04-19T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T00:47:31.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wanna healso here i am again blogging with my pyscho dog in my lap. i think she's whining cuz she has gotten any attention all day.oy my day has been uber hectic. (my dog is now pawing and yawning at me.) went to offically registered for my classes today. after an entire week of running around and crap, finally classes! :: fanfare :: so i come back home and there my parents are watching cnn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92875948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92875948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92875948' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92850268</id><published>2003-04-18T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T13:33:45.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another placeparents snooping aroud = bad!!!emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92850268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92850268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92850268' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92816437</id><published>2003-04-17T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T22:26:13.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and everything else is irrelevantwell my visit with the college master went well today. i wont elaborate too much further on that.1/2i feel lots better with no pressure on me. well not as much anyways.hmm...went mall ratting with eli today. we went over to the galleria and he caught up with some old workers. i finally finally saw the fabled julie. sadly i was disappointed. she wasnt too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92816437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92816437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92816437' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92796719</id><published>2003-04-17T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T15:06:25.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and there you are asleep againoy. i dont think i've felt this much pressure or felt so nervous waiting to go see my college master/associate dean. i hope all goes well. i'll feel alot better after its done though.i think i would sharpen my NIC card into a fine point and take you out in the throat.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92796719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92796719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92796719' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92759094</id><published>2003-04-16T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T14:13:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and when the stars come on we'll turn up inside (formally known as: and when the storm's gone i'm all torn up inside)havent done much today in the way of productivity. its been a slow day for some reason. not really sure why that is.on the other hand, i downloaded myIE2 today. its an offshoot of ie and uses the rendering engine so the download is small. i got it purely to see ie get some tabs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92759094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92759094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92759094' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92726890</id><published>2003-04-16T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T12:40:03.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>music lowYou are:moderately expressed introvertslightly expressed sensing personalityslightly expressed feeling personalitymoderately expressed judging personalityisfj is meemo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92726890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92726890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92726890' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92719032</id><published>2003-04-16T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T10:24:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey heyDear Tech Support:Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slow down in the overall performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0. In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, but installed undesirable programs such as NFL</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92719032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92719032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92719032' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92697768</id><published>2003-04-16T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T00:15:07.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for another night in a row, this is becoming too routine for me1.) How would you explain the impossible?God2.) Invent, and define a new word for the dictionary of the future?aside from the nerdom i am a part of? umm....cofotom (pronouced co-fu-tom) - the world inside my head. sounds good? good. 3.) Was the media coverage of the war bias? Did you watch the coverage? Why, or why not?didnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92697768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92697768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92697768' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92697523</id><published>2003-04-16T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T00:09:16.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no more long rides homei ended up downloading a crazy amount of mp3's today. techno mp3's since i am fairly picky about the music i listen to. they ended up being video game remixes. old school nintendo games. muhahahahago zelda, double dragon, and megaman!!emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92697523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92697523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92697523' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92697411</id><published>2003-04-16T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T00:06:56.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you were gone and all this time you didnt know it yetyou know. i think for craps and laughs i wanted to start my own xanga so i could hang with the cool people. but apparently keeping up one blog is time consuming as is. do i really need another one?emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92697411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92697411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92697411' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92694934</id><published>2003-04-15T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T23:15:00.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>before you jump down my throat i like to present you with something i call personalitytoday is simply not going my way at all. not just today i suppose this whole week so far. tomorrow hopefully then will be a much better day.didnt see my colege master today. his freaking secertary went home early or something and the phone number she left to reach someone that lady was gone too. gayness. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92694934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92694934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92694934' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92662594</id><published>2003-04-15T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T12:48:40.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing's going to stop us nowwow. all this time and i never figured out i screwed up on something. fixed now. much better.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92662594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92662594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92662594' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92662445</id><published>2003-04-15T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T12:46:06.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>left coast envyi suppose i expect sometimes unrealistic things from people. i need to stop believing maybe some people are really different then they present themselves to be because so far all i have seen is disappointment. it never fails.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92662445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92662445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92662445' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92662268</id><published>2003-04-15T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T12:43:05.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cut from the teamevery once in awhile i'll either get a message or drop a message to some of my old friends. some i still hold bonds with. some i speak to on a regular interval or basis. others just seemed to have died in my mind. the funny thing about getting together with old friends it would be usually hey, you remember so and so. hey do you remember what we used to do? do you remember this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92662268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92662268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92662268' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92628332</id><published>2003-04-14T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T23:02:52.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>really now? and you say so?so this is what it feels like. it feels surreal and almost wonderful[/sarcasm]emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92628332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92628332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92628332' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92585889</id><published>2003-04-14T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T10:06:42.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the end all to end allit's monday. monday's usually always suck. today is no exception.sometimes i wish things were more...simplified. for the sake of not having to deal with complexity. sorta like on a tv show almost. how often times all the characters deal with certain problems all the time no matter what show. like drug use and having to help a friend. common problems. so common you could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92585889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92585889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92585889' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92583590</id><published>2003-04-14T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T09:24:12.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thirty year olds who play the seventeen onesits more fun to watch then it is to live.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92583590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92583590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92583590' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92558378</id><published>2003-04-13T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T22:01:26.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel gay[09:59:04] andy: i love you sugarbear[09:59:27] demonhalo20: i love you too, my tall stalky bleached sugarcaneemo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92558378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92558378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92558378' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92553927</id><published>2003-04-13T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T20:34:31.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ssddthat is allemo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92553927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92553927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92553927' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92520271</id><published>2003-04-13T01:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T01:46:31.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: points and laughs ::funny huh?a long time ago (six to seven months ago maybe) i used to wish for it to be march because nothing bad ever happens in march. i was somewhat correct.weird. i should stop reading old entries. they are stupid anyways.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92520271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92520271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92520271' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92519919</id><published>2003-04-13T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T01:35:54.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one lie10:19you wouldnt believe it but there i am at 10:19 licking, borderline making out with my hand, with my sister next to me laughing her head off. i'm sure i would be too but i couldnt think of a better way to get ink off your hand in a quick seating. added to the fact is that i didnt have any water on me.so today my sister and i went to rezfest. fun stuff there. oh. to get to rezfest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92519919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92519919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92519919' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92491493</id><published>2003-04-12T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T12:30:04.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>stupidity. it grows.2 years. why cant it be two years later? sometimes i wonder if i am the only person that thinks this way. worse yet, i wonder alot whether i should be sent to hell for some of the thoughts that i think. maybe even the fact that some i wish it so.alot of times, i look at my dogs and i sympathize with them. i know i dont exactly play with my dogs as often as i should. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92491493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92491493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92491493' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92487758</id><published>2003-04-12T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T10:52:07.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>gone awayhmm my mom is supposed to leave agian for austrilia. sooner then she wanted to but not soon enough for me.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92487758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92487758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92487758' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92471504</id><published>2003-04-12T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T00:40:20.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: sigh ::well opera released another version. yay!hmm...i cant remember what i was going to say.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92471504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92471504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92471504' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92470934</id><published>2003-04-12T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T00:24:27.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: breathe ::the matrix reloaded is definitely something beautiful. the final flight of the orsis (sp), holy crap, the detail in that movie is freaking wonderful. you could literally see the lines of their lips, their pores on their noses. :: drools :: beautiful cg graphics.my day today was pretty good actually. nothing out of the ordinary just everything for the most part worked out. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92470934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92470934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92470934' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92470412</id><published>2003-04-12T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T00:11:13.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: screams ::IT JUST DOESNT END AT ALL.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92470412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92470412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92470412' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92404946</id><published>2003-04-10T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T22:49:20.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pwned!! SCREW YOU BLOGGER!yeah i'm excited because i just fixed my tables to the left there by myself. go ability to read code and use logic.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92404946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92404946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92404946' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92404303</id><published>2003-04-10T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T22:37:09.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dinner fun (or me in the foot again)hai: :: tries to stab michael's chest with a spoon ::me: what are you trying to do? spoon me to death?hai: :: laughs :: do you even know what spooning is?me: yes. its where you hold one another.hai: :: laughs harder ::emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92404303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92404303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92404303' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92402639</id><published>2003-04-10T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T22:07:25.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes dont you wish?people just sometimes need to lay off. publicly embrassing someone is uncalled for. not only that but when people hound me about things i'm already trying to take care of. seriously dont some people have better things to waste time on?emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92402639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92402639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92402639' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92402273</id><published>2003-04-10T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T22:01:14.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>all in a dreammy day as a whole was very dull and boring. nothing was great about it, not that that should be the reason to blog. but nothing really happened. though...i'm sure someone out there had probably the best day of their lives today and someone else had the absolute worst. i'm a happy apathic median.i wish it was noon tomorrow already. i just want to get my meeting with my advisors </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92402273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92402273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92402273' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92341153</id><published>2003-04-10T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T00:19:59.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>math(5x^2 + 1 )^2 (10x)dx-integral by subsitution:-)emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92341153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92341153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92341153' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92336154</id><published>2003-04-09T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T22:44:36.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dang. that looks nice.while at microcenter today, a magazine caught eli's attention called e design. it was pretty nice. i liked how it was laid out. really pretty and simple. i meant to suggest it to someone next time they went there to look at it.so i was looking through my awesome collection of wallpapers. (divided into abstract and anime) i ran across one that i never knew what it was. so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92336154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92336154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92336154' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92321604</id><published>2003-04-09T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T18:16:38.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: waves goodbye ::oh well.today i was in microcenter catching up with this guy i went to high school with. he's pretty cool since he hooked eli up with a discount on his natural keyboard. 31$ from 55$ is a fairly good deal. anyways, so in the middle of talking and looking at products i get a call from dustin the guy who interviewed me at borders. getting the call today was a bad thing. this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92321604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92321604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92321604' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92274175</id><published>2003-04-09T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T01:18:49.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>time to blog:: yawn ::its kinda cold in my house tonight for some reason. anyways, i watched the first 6 or so episides of scryed tonight. dang that thing looks really pretty on my tv. i was sad whenever i finished all 114 episodes that i have. i know. its scary the amount of free time i have. but hopefully not for much longer seeing as i had a pretty good job interview today. i think i did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92274175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92274175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92274175' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92248271</id><published>2003-04-08T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T17:15:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>double negatives and triple negativeswell today has been an alright day so far. actually...really freaking GREAT! :-D but anyways, went to my job interview at borders and i think he liked me, which is good because i need some bling bling or something. i gotta take a test tonight about loss prevention and junk. its the personality kind where they ask you how you feel about stealing or something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92248271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92248271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92248271' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92154499</id><published>2003-04-07T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T10:42:46.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WINNAR!!!~so i'm in the middle of taking a nap this morning, (to further explain i have business (and not that kind) to take care of in the mornings) and Border's calls back with a job interview tomorrow. YAY! strangely this is exactly how i wanted life to turn out. who cares? i'm freaking excited about this!emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92154499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92154499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92154499' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92130772</id><published>2003-04-07T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T00:35:18.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>seriously now guys. cmonposeur - One who affects a particular attribute, attitude, or identity to impress or influence othersor as dictionary.com (one of the single greatest websites evar). there's something about present day people that just pisses me off. everyone is just an offshoot of everyone else. in fact, most people i look at and know i can say hey, they remind me of so and so. so if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92130772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92130772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92130772' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92126275</id><published>2003-04-06T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T23:05:37.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>its all okmy day was still good :-)emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92126275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92126275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92126275' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92091280</id><published>2003-04-06T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T23:04:04.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what the homosexual was i thinking?reading the first couple of posts i ever made and all i can think is that man i sound whiny and like an idiot. rereading some of my entries makes me wonder if i was going for coherent thoughts and phrases. hmm i wonder whatever happened to that other voice.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92091280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92091280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92091280' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92090887</id><published>2003-04-06T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T10:01:57.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>morning morninghow late were you this morning because you forgot to set your clocks ahead one hour?emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92090887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92090887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92090887' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92090651</id><published>2003-04-06T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T09:55:43.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy one year!!well its been a whole year. wow. for most this is about as close as you'll ever get to experiencing a day/year in my life. nothing exciting eh? strangely i havent really learned anything new in one year that i didnt already know or i was aware of. oh well. but yay one year's worth of blogging and me pissing and moaning. yay! :: fanfare ::emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92090651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92090651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92090651' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92076818</id><published>2003-04-06T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T00:29:40.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>giddy like a school girlso today i went to microcenter and to fry's with hai and eli. that puts the fry's count to like six or something. anyways, we just looked around for stuff but couldnt find any good deals. microcenter had this customer day thing and we got free mouse pads. not great ones but the midget station has a mouse pad now. it looks 1337! eli got really excited talking to me about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92076818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92076818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92076818' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92047004</id><published>2003-04-05T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T11:20:19.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feelings oh so warm and fuzzy to yourself'aww i love you'ahh its the fable three words that are supposed to get you all giddy in your chair and wondering about the future and whats in store for you. last night we watched my big fat greek wedding. pretty good movie. though i swear the chick was crosseyed or something. anyways the fun idea about love is often defined by every generation, by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92047004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92047004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92047004' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-92029229</id><published>2003-04-05T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T01:02:37.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:: itch ::hmm...apparently dog hair + heat = hives. no es bueno.it took about 20 minutes for me to pick out next semester's schedule. oh the fun i will have.:: itch itch :: blast!emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92029229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/92029229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92029229' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-91992146</id><published>2003-04-04T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T00:02:36.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay blast from the pasti should stop reading my old blog entries. sometimes i wonder how people get so bored to read them all. fo rsome reason i'm missing a few weeks/months in there. but i'm sure you can figure out how to access it :: cough :: LT :: cough :: addicts.apprently this (last couple of days of nov) works as well as this (month of dec). Month of Janurary. hmm...there seems to be two</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/91992146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/91992146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91992146' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-91989821</id><published>2003-04-04T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T10:41:42.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one thought relating to last nightyou act like i have no clue of what goes on behind the curtains. i know more then you care to believe.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/91989821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/91989821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91989821' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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-3435458.post-91989761</id><published>2003-04-04T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T10:33:29.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and so it beginswell since my sister has a 4.1 system now the battle of music has begun. however the funny thing is that my front speakers are pointed in the direction of her right ear. i = teh winnar!!~ :: shrugs :: not really but its weird hearing another sub in my left ear.emo kid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/91989761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3435458/posts/default/91989761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://demonhalo.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#91989761' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04243447241064438774</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>
