<?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-3536760</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:19:23.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the life of dexter kim</title><subtitle type='html'>someone looking for love, life, and an answer. . .</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536760.post-85716140</id><published>2002-12-09T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T01:09:11.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, new url. no more ads. that should make you all happy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should be redirecting you within 15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if not (or you are just impatient), &lt;a href="http://kimcicle.comdotnet.com"&gt;http://kimcicle.comdotnet.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;~~ click here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85716140?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85716140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85716140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85716140' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85589466</id><published>2002-12-06T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T07:12:19.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jooks/quizzes/Which%20Battle%20Royale%20Character%20are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jooks/1036140681_RIMAGES11s.jpg" border="0" alt="%2311%20Sugimura"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Battle Royale Character are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm doing stupid quizes before my test in calculus in . . . 1 hour. i'm not even dressed, and i'm starving. shows where my priorities are, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85589466?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85589466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85589466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85589466' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85546921</id><published>2002-12-05T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T11:52:59.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i guess the final wasn't too bad, but a lot of things compounded to make it bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, i was worrying so much about the damn test, i couldn't fall asleep until 1:30 in the morning. i ended up waking up to my alarm at 6:15, taking a shower, and scarfing down some oatmeal while studying before heading to that test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking the test, my right hand started to cramp up about 20 mins into the 2 hour exam. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 10 mins after that, my stomach started screaming out for food. i couldn't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but aside from all of that crap, i think i did ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campus bookstore rips you off. you buy a book for $14, they want to buy it back for $2. that's bullshit. hell, my $30 book, they wanted to give me $7.50. screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'mma just resell 'em later? hopefully so i can make more than freakin' %5 of the total cost of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, calculus exam @ 8 am tomorrow, but i'm not panicing. i mean, it's calculus. not much i can panic about. i know my stuff, and that should be enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85546921?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85546921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85546921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85546921' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85492263</id><published>2002-12-04T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T12:09:39.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, it turns out i have an a- in both of my classes i have finals in. what i'm scared of is that the final will lower my grade and cause me to fall into a b+, because i need to keep up my GPA as high as possible for those classes i have a really hard time in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can get atleast an a- or heck, an a in both of my classes, then i can pull maybe a 3.7 or 3.8 for the semester?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i haven't really been talkative the past couple of days, i've always been needing to study. i finally caught myself up in calculus, and i need to go over my exploration of the arts stuff. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, exams tomorrow and friday. i probably will post my feelings about each right after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- note to self, review session @ 5, preformance hall, johnson building -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85492263?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85492263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85492263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85492263' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85378385</id><published>2002-12-02T08:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T08:58:55.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's that time of year again. we got finals coming up, and it's about that time for me to start studying hardcore.  my fate has already been sealed in my intro to college and computer science ii class, so the finals i need to take are exploration of the arts and calculus i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be ok in exploration of the arts, just as long as i go to the review session tomorrow and learn all the stuff i need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but cal. . . i'm a bit behind. ._. but i did get a 91 on the last exam, so i think i can just study those exams, catch up on cal before friday, and i -should- be ok? i did the math, all i need to do is pass, and i'll still have a B in the class. maybe it's a low B, but it will be enough to keep my scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of classes today. woo~ not quite as exciting as this day was back in high school, but i'm not in high school anymore, now am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda weird how my social life is kinda changing.  there is that face-to-face contact that i like with some friends, but then, i just keep finding myself chatting to people online.  i mean, i guess it's a bad habit i should break, but i do feel satisified when i talk to people online.  especially the ones that live far away (&lt;a href="http://laurapalmer.blogspot.com"&gt;tara&lt;/a&gt;, vanessa, holli, &lt;a href="http://devoted.to/sushi"&gt;kero&lt;/a&gt;, monica, &lt;a href="http://&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~rijichan"&gt;lizzie&lt;/a&gt;, and the likes).  but then again, i have that conflicting feeling that i want something tangiable. . . somebody i can see, touch, and just hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.  i'll figure something out.  i always do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85378385?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85378385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85378385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85378385' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85283546</id><published>2002-11-29T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T23:49:57.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was quite eventful. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head is still spinning from all that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't really talk about it, but to say the least, i'm quite confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to get that all out of my head, i went to cyberzone with david.  i finally beat the "happy" expert course on iidx 4th style (higher, mr. t (take me higher), hitch hiker 2, starmine, jive into the night) and i'm on takumei on the happo course in initial d.  todays endevour to cyberzone was quite fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i plan to lay in bed and think about what happened. hopefully, my mind will bring the pieces together, and i can see through this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85283546?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85283546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85283546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85283546' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85243964</id><published>2002-11-29T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T01:12:54.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, this was my first thanksgiving away from family. it kinda sucks, but meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, i head over to cyberzone, and hung out with vanessa and zack. after beating the last guy on the akina initial d course and getting about halfway through jive into the night on the expert course on iidx, me and zack head back to his house for some eats. after some kingdom hearts and beatmania iidx, it's like 2 in the morning so we decided it would be better if i just crashed at his place. after his cat attacked my face in the middle of the night, i got some sleep in. hung out at his place until like 2 pm, when his mom packed me some thanksgiving goods and i came back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i hung around here all day. did nothing really exciting. that's just about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i miss this thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my el paso friends&lt;br /&gt;a warm living area&lt;br /&gt;ham&lt;br /&gt;stuffing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess that will make me more thankful for them when i do recieve them, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope all of you have a more eventful thanksgiving than i did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85243964?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85243964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85243964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85243964' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85177621</id><published>2002-11-27T14:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T14:33:17.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What sucks is that the moment I got back from my calculus exam, my internet was down. . . and I thought it would only take like 10 mins (like it usually does). . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet it didn't. I had to complain to them in order to get it back up, and now, it works. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, my two exams were actually kinda decent. Computer Science II was a breeze (as it always is), but i'm kinda unsure about calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, now. . . I get to start my Thanksgiving break (I'm ditching my problem section for Calculus because I just don't feel like going). Off to cyberzone, I believe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85177621?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85177621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85177621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85177621' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85055296</id><published>2002-11-25T08:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T08:47:15.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two things this morning. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- it's freakin' cold, and i don't want to leave my room&lt;br /&gt;- i think my calculus test is going to have my butt-hole for its pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85055296?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85055296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85055296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85055296' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-85013703</id><published>2002-11-24T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T12:05:13.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>checklist of things i need to do today:&lt;br /&gt;- study calculus until my eyes bleed&lt;br /&gt;- get through answering all the questions on the exploration of the arts review sheet&lt;br /&gt;- eat&lt;br /&gt;- go over computer science chapters for test tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- study calculus again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's what, noon now? that gives me, about 12 hours to get this stuff done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get started. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-85013703?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85013703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/85013703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#85013703' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84958773</id><published>2002-11-22T23:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T23:48:31.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. well, i actually got the guts to go up and talk to the girl that sits in front of me in computer science. we carried on a quick convo, and then i was like "hey, wanna grab lunch at the student union?" and she was like "sure, why not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walk over the student untion, and she sits down at a booth. i put down my bag, and i'm like "ok, letme grab lunch really quick, i'll be right back." and i go get two lunches. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just kinda stood there in disbelief, then ate the two lunches (because i'm not gonna waste it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i go to the arcade, and like, i had fun. i met a new girl, vanessa. quite cool, a sophomore who was asking a lot of questions about college and the such. i was quite happy to help her, and it felt good to help guide somebody to future goals of school and the such. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i guess i broke even, but i feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, even cooler, erin came and visited joe. like, yeah, she went to our high school with us, and it was quite cool to see her again. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tonight, i go to bed happy. . . well, atleast i'm content. yes, indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84958773?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84958773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84958773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84958773' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84849112</id><published>2002-11-20T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-20T21:10:20.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can never seem to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit behind her everyday i have class. i see the back of her head. i see what she is wearing. i can tell when she is bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can't go up to her and introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost did it today, swear to god. i mean, right when class ended, i got up and started walking towards her, but when i got to about ten feet away, somebody else came up to her and started talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is when i decided now would be a bad time to introduce myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just turned around and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't even know the name of this girl, yet i seem so facinated by her. . . it's weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like such a wimp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84849112?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84849112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84849112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84849112' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84770986</id><published>2002-11-19T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T11:30:50.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, i changed my comment system over to haloscan, because yaccs is terribly slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like anybody leaves comments or anything anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, except rachael. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84770986?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84770986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84770986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84770986' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84763495</id><published>2002-11-19T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T08:41:10.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't you ever have one of those mornings in which you question everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like why am i even getting up?&lt;br /&gt;why am i here at college?&lt;br /&gt;should i even bother with this?&lt;br /&gt;can i graduate?&lt;br /&gt;am i ever going to find a signifigant other?&lt;br /&gt;is what i'm doing right for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drags himself to Exploration of the Arts class*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84763495?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84763495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84763495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84763495' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84731341</id><published>2002-11-18T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T17:37:29.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, lots of stuff i need to do, get done, and move on in life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- catch up in calculus&lt;br /&gt;- read sporre for exploration of the arts&lt;br /&gt;- pay rent before i forget to (again)&lt;br /&gt;- talk to jw about qrunqfest this weekend&lt;br /&gt;- get groceries&lt;br /&gt;- clean up the mess i made on the stove&lt;br /&gt;- see about plans with naman, jennifer, and jasmine for friday afternoon&lt;br /&gt;- study for computer science exam&lt;br /&gt;- study for calculus exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not too big of a list, but a list none the less. calculus is gonna take up the bulk of my time too, seeing that i'm approx. 3 sections behind, and most work in there is approx. 40~50 questions each night? yeah. . . i'm in for a world of hurt tonight if i can't get most of this stuff (mostly exploration of the arts) done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note: anybody from the dallas area, out at ut arlington, they are having a free showing of ringu (the original japanese version of the ring). it's on the 26th at 7 pm at the rosebud theater. leave a comment or something if you want more details.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84731341?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84731341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84731341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84731341' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84669996</id><published>2002-11-17T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T13:49:39.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ryan atUTD: i need to get a job soon&lt;br /&gt;KiwiCookie: jobs are gay &lt;br /&gt;KiwiCookie: i mean &lt;br /&gt;KiwiCookie: cool &lt;br /&gt;KiwiCookie: =O &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84669996?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84669996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84669996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84669996' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84669893</id><published>2002-11-17T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T13:46:22.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, uta is so fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dave picked me up after watching a movie at the magnolia and drove out to uta. took a while, but we got there around. . . 7:30? got to see the neo geo cabinet, then headed over to the anime uta deal. saw rachael, and was like "yeah, we'll meet you later to go see the rocky horror picture show." but then the other dave (aka dj baker) shows up, and we are like "um, ok" and he played a lot of neo geo, and by the time we were supposed to go to see rocky, baker was still there. he didn't want to go to see rocky, but also didn't want to leave. so, me and dave ended up not going, which made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uta's dorm rooms @ arlington hall are cool, except they don't have a kitchen, or cool bathrooms like we do at utd. but, however, they are also have the problems of thin walls. they also get little magnetic key things that are for doors and that's cool. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for sure that i can keep a b average for the semester, but if i work hard, i think i can get an a-. and that would be cool to come home and have an a- and the such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, plans for qrunqfest going down about now. . . but details are quite shaky right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, people iming me. only one person i really want to talk to, though. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*minimizes other people's im windows*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84669893?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84669893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84669893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84669893' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84610166</id><published>2002-11-15T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-16T00:04:21.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was quite different than the normal, which was cool for a change of pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after both calculus and my intro to college class, i walked over to the info depot with naman, jennifer, and jasmine, all people from my intro to college class.  after picking up a few tickets to go see &lt;a href="http://www.utdallas.edu/utdgeneral/news/zackmaloyconcert.html"&gt;zack maloy&lt;/a&gt; play, we walked over to the comet cafe for some good eats. the stupid cashier charged the cost of my food along with naman's, but he was cool with that.  much hilarity ensued, as we spent the next hour and a half talking about random stuff. i actually feel connected to people that live outside the campus. plans for fun stuff to occur next friday are in the works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, david and i head out to cyberzone for some initial d arcade stage and beatmania IIDX action.  &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~accelagirl"&gt;ash&lt;/a&gt; said she would show up at about 3~3:30, but instead showed up around the time i was leaving with her friends (including &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/chewycaramel/"&gt;stephie&lt;/a&gt;), which made me sad because i couldn't hang out with them for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, after that, i sat around for a bit, then headed over to &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~selie"&gt;lauren's&lt;/a&gt; apartment to hang out, and she was there with will and her &lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;nano&lt;/a&gt; friends. i hung around there, mostly just getting in the way of their progress, but they didn't seem to mind too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, now i'm here. it looks like another sleepless night for me, as i can't seem to get any anymore. it's like, i'm completely out of whack or something. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, it looks like am going to &lt;a href="http://www.ushicon.com"&gt;ushicon&lt;/a&gt;, where i shall bring some knowledge of asian films. . . and that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==== (from the mood test at colorgenics.com) ==== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have always been on the move seeking affectionate, satisfying and harmonious relationships. Your ultimate goal has been the realization of an intimate union in which there could be love, self-sacrifice and mutual trust. It has often been said that 'True love is just around the corner' and - if you haven't found it as yet - you possibly soon will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way things are you are under considerable stress and you feel that there is little hope of matters righting themselves. Everyone about you seems to aggravate the problem even more. You feel that at this time you need to be alone and you are right - move back and give yourself a chance to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times one is burdened with more than one's fair share of problems and this would appear to be your situation at present. But you are adamant - you know what you wish to achieve - and by giving a little and taking a little you may well find that the realization of your dreams could become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever the reason, you find it extremely difficult to sustain relationships - that is to sustain them in the manner that you would wish. You are a very gentle sort of person, full of feeling, sensitivity and susceptible to love and affection, looking and longing for a partner with whom you can enjoy 'All things bright and beautiful' - someone with whom you can seek out the more esoteric things of life. But up to now this person has only existed in your imagination. You are very choosy, appreciative, refined and extremely artistic in temperament and it is your hope to seek others who will allow you to form and express your own taste and judgement and who at the same time may assist you in your intellectual or artistic growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are inclined to be too trusting and you feel that you need to be on your guard against the possibility that your endeavors and actions may be misunderstood. Too often you have been taken advantage of and you have been mentally abused. Now you are seeking a relationship which can provide peace of mind, where you can be yourself and not have the need to put on a false front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are completely worn out and you are not in the mood for any further demands on your resources. The situation - such as it is - has rendered you quite helpless, unable to continue the mental battle that you have been pursuing for some considerable time. Enough is enough. All you would like to do now would be to have some time for yourself, to find a peaceful situation where you can recuperate in your own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84610166?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84610166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84610166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84610166' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84568341</id><published>2002-11-15T02:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-15T02:28:56.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, i decided to drop my us history class in favor of keeping my gpa high. the way i see it, i can take it again over summer school, make up the credit hours needed for the year, and all shall be dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the last thirty mins trying to plot the rest of my college carreer, though. i wanted to avoid taking classes back to back, but it looks quite inevitable with humanities and calculus ii only being avaliable next to each other if i want my schedule to actually work with my classes. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planned courses for next semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;lectures&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwf, 10 - 10:50 :: calculus II&lt;br /&gt;mwf, 11 - 11:50 :: intro to humanities&lt;br /&gt;tr, 11 - 12:15 :: physics: mechanics and heat&lt;br /&gt;tr, 2 - 3:15 :: rhetoric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;labs/problem sections&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m, 2 - 4:45 :: physics lab for mechanics and heat&lt;br /&gt;w, 2 - 4:45 :: calculus II problem section&lt;br /&gt;f, 1 - 3 :: physics exams (when needed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hour courseload: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any thoughts? concerns? maybe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84568341?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84568341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84568341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84568341' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84484292</id><published>2002-11-13T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T13:11:40.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah. I forgot to set my alarm last night, and I woke up just in time to be late to my second class, so i decided to forget about it, take a shower, eat, and sit around until my third class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckly, the other two classes don't take attendance, but I kinda stand out in both of the classes, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to remember to set my alarm more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84484292?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84484292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84484292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84484292' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84461897</id><published>2002-11-13T01:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T01:49:16.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(stolen from &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~accelagirl"&gt;ash&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs that make you happy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Nin Matsuri - Chu! Natsu Party&lt;br /&gt;Stealth - Love, Life, and Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs that make you cry:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay - In My Place&lt;br /&gt;Boxcar Racer - I Feel So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs that remind you of love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SES - Cause I'm Your Girl&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Ray - Answer the Phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs that remind you of you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prozzak - www.NeverGetOverYou&lt;br /&gt;Mighty Mighty Bosstones - The Impression That I Get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs that make you ponder life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Offspring - Have You Ever&lt;br /&gt;Smash Mouth - Let's Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs you like but are ashamed to admit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venga Boys - Boom Boom Boom Boom&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Without Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs for dancing: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Rom - www.BlondeGirl&lt;br /&gt;Ian Van Dahl - Castles in the Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs to be played at your wedding:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Thing You Do (you know, from the movie)&lt;br /&gt;Dave Matthews - Crash Into Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs to be played at your funeral:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopin - Revolutionary Etude&lt;br /&gt;Vivaldi - Four Seasons, Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs to be played really loudly:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw only two songs, i'm making a list&lt;br /&gt;Naoki - B4U&lt;br /&gt;Chemical Brothers - Block Rockin' Beats&lt;br /&gt;Propellerheads/Jungle Bros - Take California&lt;br /&gt;Aphrodite - The Bomber Style&lt;br /&gt;DJ Energy - Waves of Desire&lt;br /&gt;Prodigy - Smack My Bitch Up&lt;br /&gt;E-Logik - Run To Me&lt;br /&gt;Wildside - I Wanna See The Sun (Speed Mix)&lt;br /&gt;Niko - Night Of Fire&lt;br /&gt;LED - The Strong Jaeger&lt;br /&gt;dj TAKA feat. Jasmine - Final Count Down (MTO Cry Baby Style)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two songs to help you sleep:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsuneo Imahori - Suna no Hoshi (Sandy Planet)&lt;br /&gt;Togo Project Feat. Sana - jelly kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84461897?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84461897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84461897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84461897' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84348764</id><published>2002-11-10T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T23:57:40.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i found this very intresting. . . (taken from &lt;a href="http://www.thetoiletonline.com/x-writings/guides/abstinence.htm"&gt;The Toilet's Guide to Abstinence&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Become a nice caring person. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing screams "Don't sleep with me!" like the guy who listens to what girls have to say, and cares about how they're feeling. It isn't enough to simply "not ride a motorcycle" and "not act like a total asshole" and "not sleep with her sister when she's pregnant with your baby". You need to go that extra mile. You need to compliment her occasionally, give her hugs when she's feeling down, pay attention to her mindless bitching about god-only-knows-what, and geniunely respect her as a person and not just as a place to stick your thing in. She will instantly lose all interest in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's true, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84348764?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84348764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84348764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84348764' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84310471</id><published>2002-11-10T04:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-10T04:03:01.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what do i do instead of writing my paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take silly pictures of myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kimcicle.netfirms.com/ryanbored.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kimcicle.netfirms.com/ryanpeace.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kimcicle.netfirms.com/iluvpocky.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kimcicle.netfirms.com/iluvpepsiblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://kimcicle.netfirms.com/peekaboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84310471?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84310471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84310471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84310471' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84304368</id><published>2002-11-09T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T23:51:41.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gah. can't. . . get this damn paper written. it's freakin' horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what i want to write about, and i know the subject matter (somewhat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just can't write tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried for like 3 hours to get it started, gave up in frustration and decided to go hang out at genroku with baker, jw, tim, baker's friend, and tim's friend. then jw, tim, tim's friend, and i went to play some ddr/gituar freaks/drummania/pump it up/para para paradise 1st mix plus at main event plano. blew a couple hours (and 10 bucks) there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm here. and i still can't write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to put it off till tomorrow, because that will only give me 2 days to write it (sunday and monday), so yeah. not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna try the computer science stuff right now, and if i can get that done, atleast that will be one less thing to worry about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84304368?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84304368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84304368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84304368' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84266005</id><published>2002-11-08T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T23:37:10.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah, today was one of those days in which i woke up thinking it would be just a normal friday, but it wasn't, and that is what made today so cool. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after dozing off a few times in calculus (sorry prof. lewis!), i tried to help susanne with her pre-cal stuff before her test, and i went to my "welcome to college" rhetoric class. from there, however, the day took a drastic u-turn from the norm. i went to go do an improv workshop for my exploration of the arts class when i run into &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/selie"&gt;lauren&lt;/a&gt;. it was like amazing, and that improv session was quite fun. me and lauren talked about varoius junk as we walked around in search for food after the first workshop, she went back to do her second workshop while i had returned back to my dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i borrowed sam's webcam and had a nice chat with holli. that was quite entertaining, and i have no clue as to how i would have filled the void of my afternoon. no, nothing dirty happened you pervs. i like chatting with holli, she's my new friend from san antonio. she's badass. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after eating some quick ramen, i headed out to see the university production of &lt;u&gt;a clockwork orange&lt;/u&gt; with laruen. i thought it was great, while &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/selie"&gt;lauren&lt;/a&gt; walked away with mixed feelings; she felt that the play was well put together, the acting was great, it was just the script/background info that made the play not enjoyable for her. i agree with her, especially when she says that they needed to complete what they start; the play had a huge plot towards the evil of the government, but that plot kinda stopped, and at the end there is this odd monologue (i think that's right. . . ) about a completely different topic. i did not notice this until lauren brought it up, and now while i sit here in front of my computer, i'm like "yeah, she's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. that's my wacked up friday. hmm . . tomorrow i must start my paper on &lt;u&gt;a clockwork orange&lt;/u&gt;, and i'm thinking about going to get a copy of the movie and watching it for enjoyment or something. ja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84266005?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84266005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84266005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84266005' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84172645</id><published>2002-11-07T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T08:35:24.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love mornings before i get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to be anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to think about how i hate my classes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have to think about how my life is going nowhere. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for just a few minutes, everything is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84172645?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84172645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84172645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84172645' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84092328</id><published>2002-11-05T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T20:18:30.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo~ 87 on my US History test.  Now it looks like I might actually pass that class. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, nothing much happening, just the ritual of waking up to bemani music playing on my laptop, taking a shower, eating breakfast, class, eat lunch, class, talk on web/dinner/homework, then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think, I have been doing that for 2 1/2 months, and have 1 more month until winter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Computer Science time. I've been putting that off for. . . atleast 2 hours now. I need to do it. . .  yes. . . &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84092328?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84092328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84092328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84092328' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84069772</id><published>2002-11-05T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-05T11:56:29.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.  You are attracted to those who are elegant and well-mannered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  In the process of courtship, the approach that would make you&lt;br /&gt;    feel irresistable is straight-forward, just tell you he/she&lt;br /&gt;    loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The impression you would like to give to your lover is loyal,&lt;br /&gt;    faithful, never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  You don't like it when your partner is emotional and/or too&lt;br /&gt;    moody; and you don't know how to please him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The kind of relationship you would like to build with your&lt;br /&gt;    partner is one that you care not only about the present but&lt;br /&gt;    also the future with your partner, a long-lasting relationship&lt;br /&gt;    that you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You care about the society and morality, you won't do anything&lt;br /&gt;    wrong after marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You think of marriage as a precious thing.  Once you get married,&lt;br /&gt;    you'll treasure it and your partner very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  At this moment, you don't have the thirst for love, you can't do&lt;br /&gt;    anything for it, you won't fall for it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ taken from &lt;a href="http://naucon.net/misc/tests/love_test01.htm"&gt;the love test&lt;/a&gt; ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84069772?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84069772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84069772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84069772' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-84017264</id><published>2002-11-04T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T13:34:39.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More proof that Martha Stewart is evil:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sinfest.net/comics/sf20021104.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-84017264?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84017264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/84017264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84017264' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83995215</id><published>2002-11-04T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T02:36:29.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://kimcicle.netfirms.com/meandtara_scarefest.jpg" alt="Me and Tara @ Scarefest"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a pic of me and my best friend &lt;a href="http://laurapalmer.blogspot.com"&gt;tara&lt;/a&gt; at the Galleria Tilt during Scarefest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I promised myself I'd be in bed a few hours ago. . . but I can't seem to sleep. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83995215?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83995215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83995215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83995215' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83979371</id><published>2002-11-03T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T19:07:41.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, spent the last weekend at another DDR tournament in Houston. Quite. . . fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I went back to my room to pack, and then proceed to wait until 8:00.  Aaron, Aimee, and Zack are all piled in Aaron's car, and we drive down to Houston.  Various conversations take place, hilarity ensues in seeing the back of a truck with Spanish on the back and the "holic" building.  After some quick food at Denny's, the gang proceeds to head to Stargate, where we run into Pyrex and his friends from Texarcana.  Played a few games of DDR Max2 and whatnot.  Then we swung by U of H where we went to David (aka Sainochi) / Walter's place to pick up some of Aimee's gear she had left there.  Kinda makes me appreciate my large apartment that I got instead of the dorms that they have at U of H.  Watched Geno get owned at Counter-Strike numerous times, played a little IIDX, then proceeded to Matt and Giselle's place.  There were kind enough to let us stay there the weekend, which was really cool. I kinda just plopped down onto the couch and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, took a quick shower, got dressed, and headed to the Houston Galleria for some DDR action.  Signed up, played games, ate food, saw again/met a lot of people.  Twas overall fun.  Some awesome freestyles went down (especially for &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/proz"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt;).  Me and Walter had a bit of a tussle (again), and &lt;a href="http://flipsidebabee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt; decided to stand up for me.  That is when I decided that I shouldn't go down to Houston anymore, becaues it seems that I always get involved in drama unfolding.  &lt;a href="http://laurapalmer.blogspot.com"&gt;Tara&lt;/a&gt; swung by and said hi to everybody, and I took her out shopping at the Sanario store there; I bought her a cute backpack that matched the wallet she had bought earlier in return for buying me numerous stuff on prevous trips.  After the tourney finished, Aaron, Aimee, Zack, and I went to starbucks for a quick drink, and then this wings place that was -really- good, and then back to Matt and Giselle's for some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, piled into the car and headed back up to Dallas.  It was raining very hard, and I was getting quite nervous about it, so I tried to sleep the whole way up.  Zack got dropped off at home first due to that he had to go to work.  Aaron, Aimee, and I then go to Aaron's place, hang out a little, then come back to my apartment.  Driving around, we just start laughing at random stuff.  We also decided that we need to make movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the trip worth it? Mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the trip fun? Mostly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a lot of school work to catch up on (especially in Calculus). Ja!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83979371?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83979371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83979371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83979371' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83843192</id><published>2002-10-31T15:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T15:31:48.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my day has become a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to my us history class when i ran into lauren, and she was like "hey ryan, i got you a dead or alive beach volleyball poster" and i was like badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and indeed, that poster is badass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks lauren. ^____^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had some tape to put it up right now, though. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83843192?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83843192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83843192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83843192' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83815833</id><published>2002-10-31T03:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T03:12:22.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"there's nothing wrong with that at all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what they all say, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83815833?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83815833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83815833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83815833' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83793879</id><published>2002-10-30T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T17:16:17.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/gfx/windele.jpg" width="252" height="177"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet/ele/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;Which Element Represents You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; created by &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://piktures.deadjournal.com/userinfo.gif" width="17" height="17" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/kefkafanatic" target="_blank"&gt;kefkafanatic&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://apocalyptikheretik.net/quizlet" target="_blank"&gt;mental insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83793879?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83793879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83793879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83793879' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83649856</id><published>2002-10-28T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T00:53:19.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was cool, because i got to go to lauren's house and eat real food for once. man, it was really good. sitting around the table, preventing the cats from jumping on and enjoying very filling food was great. fun times were had by all. the convo jumped between various subjects, some of which were funny phrases in spanish, world trips, scary movies, allergies, and high school (to name a few).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after cleaning up and stuff, i discovered that lauren's mother was a piano teacher, and man, it has been a long time since i had played. i sat down and tried to play pieces w/o any luck, but it felt good to produce music. then she told me she had a violin, and i was like awesome! so lauren, her mother, and i did a little duet w/ piano accompaniment (if that is how it is spelled) with me on the violin, lauren on the flute, and her mother on the piano. it was SO much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it felt good to pick up a violin and play w/o pressures of playing well for once in my life. i so need to bring one back with me after i go back home for the winter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other news, battle royale @ the magnolia plans are now on haitus, because i'm not sure what is going on that night. =/ but if all goes well, i will be able to attend the movie / enter costume contest and the such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm . . . computer science exam tomorrow, but that should be easy. but i have calculus early tomorrow morning, so off to bed i go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83649856?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83649856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83649856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83649856' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83447529</id><published>2002-10-24T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T01:12:18.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;when in doubt.&lt;br /&gt;run in circles,&lt;br /&gt;scream and shout.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83447529?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83447529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83447529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83447529' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83311214</id><published>2002-10-21T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-21T14:29:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh, my lack of posting anything relevant to my life is quite astonishing.  I guess that kinda happens when life does happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, hmm.  On Friday, it rained a hella lot, and suprisingly enough, it was the same night that there was to be the Haltom football game that everybody was gonna go to.  So, after spending 2 1/2 hours on slow moving freeways, me and Aaron finally get to Tim's house.  We all sit around a bit, play misc games (like beatmania IIDX, keyboardmania / drummania on Tim's computer, etc) then we take a DDR tour of Haltom / Hurst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up was NorthEast mall (I think that is what it was called), played a little DDR on their Max2 which had nothing unlocked, which was quite sad.  Then, it was to Putt Putt Hurst for some DDR USA.  Oh yeah, there was also MTV Drumscape, which is what could possibly be the most backwards way to make a game.  You put in your money, select a song, and just start hitting drums.  It doesn't matter if the music is sucky, or you choose just to listen to the song.  After the song is over, it's all like "good job!" and the game is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after like 30 mins of that crap, we head out to Shotokan for some more DDR and some TSS.  There I met for the first time &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~bowlingshoes"&gt;Rachael&lt;/a&gt;, and fun times were had.  After hanging out at Shotokan, we all head back to Tim's, play a little DoA 2, play some Ikaruga, some Double Switch, and fun times were had again. Sleep came eventually, and most people were up by noon. More Ikaruga, then Tim's mom brought home some pizza and some tacos for us to eat.  After eating and some more playing, me and Aaron head back to Richardson.  I sat around my dorm room watching the Love Hina Christmas Special, Spring Special, Love Hina Again, and then the Final Collection.  There was a DDR tourney at the school, and it was quite fun (except for Aaron beating me very early into the tourney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this DDR playing within 2 days, it was time for some Magnolia action.  Ring 2 was being shown, and I left the movie with a WTF feeling.  It kinda makes sense when tacked onto the ending of Ring (Japanese version), but I feel that some people saw it with only knowledge of the US version, and that would make them go "WHAT THE HELL?!??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday, I woke up, played some more DDR, and worked on some homework before going to Will's for some Time Splitters 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my weekend. Fun stuff, no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83311214?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83311214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83311214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83311214' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83173517</id><published>2002-10-18T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-18T11:00:37.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG ALT="comic" BORDER=0 SRC="http://www.sinfest.net/comics/sf20021017.gif" HEIGHT="276" WIDTH="663"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83173517?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83173517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83173517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83173517' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83046920</id><published>2002-10-15T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T23:00:08.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that feeling, when from deep inside your gut, bubbles up into a warm, cozy feeling that just makes you want to smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got it while helping a good friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made someone truly happy.  Not just, "Oh, thanks," happy, but crying tears of joy happy.  And knowing that makes me believe that I am a decent guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83046920?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83046920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83046920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83046920' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-83019048</id><published>2002-10-15T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T11:08:45.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes! i am not a complete idiot after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exploration of the arts midterm: 89&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exploration of the arts review paper: 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, that means i can be failing only one class now (us history). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today just got a whole lot better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-83019048?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83019048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/83019048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83019048' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82949145</id><published>2002-10-13T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-13T23:24:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't understand why girls don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like they don't have any feelings for me at all. they sometimes don't even treat me like a real person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be different than the sterotypical guy. . . i don't understand what i'm doing wrong. why don't girls pay attention to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is because i'm flawed? does my condition make me a exception? one to be ignored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or is it as i grow older, i am bound to get more problems with girls?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82949145?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82949145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82949145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82949145' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82858820</id><published>2002-10-11T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T16:17:26.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night, I got to go see a sneak preview of the US version of The Ring, which is to be released on the 18th of October.  And I will tell you, if you like that scared feeling you got after watching The Blair Witch Project, then you will LOVE The Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already seen the Japanese version, and after watching that one, I was just messed up mentally.  It takes a toll on your mind; the US version is no exception.  Despite a few differences in the plot (some of which were kinda cool compaired to the Japanese version), it was a great movie overall.  Some scenes were re-done in a way that made the movie even cooler, but then again, there were parts where you could see the microphone they were using to record the actors.  I -think- we got that version b/c it was a sneak preview, but people were laughing in a movie in which everybody is usually dead silent.  There were even people who had their phones on and they rang, and some dumb bitch was playing with her phone for like half the movie.  If there was a more serious tone across the theatre, then the movie would have come off a lot better. Some people left with about 20 mins left thinking it was the end, not knowing that there still was still a lot of plot to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, GREAT MOVIE.  It is quite faithful to the Japanese version, and adds a few twists into it.  The Japanese version was a bit more "tasteful" in a couple scenes, but the US version made some parts even scarier.  Worth the money in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, go see The Ring.  Afterwards, try to watch some latenight TV. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82858820?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82858820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82858820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82858820' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82790889</id><published>2002-10-10T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T08:58:50.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i just turned more asian last night.  my friend sam's roommates max and vincent decided to teach me mah jong.  i'm hooked on it now.  i got there at 11:00 PM last night, didn't leave till 3:00.  even after that, i got on yahoo games and played even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, despite lack of sleep, i'm still gonna drag my ass to exploration of the arts class in 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but tonight is going to be another good night, because dave (aka dj baker) was able to snag some sneak preview tickets to THE RING.  hopefully, the us version will be able to hold a candle to the japanese version, which has scared the crap out of me and made me paranoid of video tapes, tvs, and the such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been really cold the past few days in dallas.  overcast with showers is something new to me; i know it can happen, but it was quite rare in el paso, especially if it lasted more than a day. my older sister sent me a sweater and hoodie jacket to keep me warm, so i hope those come in the mail soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to kick my ass more into gear.  i can't just sit around surfing the web like i usually do and get some work done within a decent time table, NOT the night before it's due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82790889?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82790889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82790889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82790889' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82722894</id><published>2002-10-08T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T22:48:15.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I just got back from a building meeting, and it turns out that the building I am staying in (57 of Phase VIII) is the problem building so far, and I've been completely oblivious to all of the problems.  There have been instances in which keyholes have been glued shut, doors have been tied to other doors so that they cannot be opened, hallways / stairwells taped off, a malicious prank involving a 30 lb bag of kitty litter, stolen property (i.e. road signs, plants, ect) on patios, people burning stuff, and alcohol/drug violations.  Cops have come on numerous occasions, and have even busted down a few doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should keep my eyes open for stuff like this.  Either that, or stay away from my apartment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82722894?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82722894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82722894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82722894' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82698652</id><published>2002-10-08T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T13:15:02.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>. . . I don't think I did too well on the Exploration of the Arts midterm, because yeah, I just have that feeling about it.  I spent last night studying while trying to write my paper for that class at the same time.  Not the best way to go about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided just to turn in my paper for that class today instead of waiting till Thursday.  I was more like an "aww, screw it" because I don't think I could have improved it much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US History class is cancelled for today, so I think I'm gonna try to go to Cyberzone and play a few games of DDR or something.  I still gotta finish my Comp Sci project, and catch up on Calculus, but that can wait till tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ok. Time to get moving on atleast something. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82698652?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82698652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82698652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82698652' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82653716</id><published>2002-10-07T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T15:55:03.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woo, deadlines pushed back = good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my Exploration of the Arts professor today, and she said that I could turn in the paper on Thursday and I should spend tonight studying for the midterm that is tomorrow. That made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, breakdown of what is going on this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Midterm in Exploration of the Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Comp Sci assignment is due, Cal quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Exploration of the Arts paper due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even ready for any of this, though. My Comp Sci project finally got off the ground, my paper is about 3/4 done, I'm behind in Cal, and I'm frantically studying for Exploration of the Arts right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* Atleast the weather today is nice. . . just overcast, kinda grey-ish. I like. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82653716?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82653716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82653716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82653716' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82587668</id><published>2002-10-06T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T03:29:51.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lance Kari Bramlett, I don't know what in the hell made you come up with the shit that is on the boards, and I don't care. I was friendly, but you just throw that back in my face? First, a racial joke, and then another joke about my mental condition? No, that really isn't how you go about making friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I never see you again, because if I do, i'm afraid of what I would do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82587668?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82587668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82587668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82587668' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82572761</id><published>2002-10-05T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T18:39:45.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah. I have both a paper due and a midterm, in the same class, on the same day. o_O Stupid Exploration of the Arts class. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through the review sheet, and wrote down the answer to almost every single question that I know the answer to. Others, I'm gonna hafta go to the review session Monday night and ask questions about those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the paper, I can't even get it started. I'm supposed to write a 2 to 3 paged paper on the piano concert last night at UTD (in which Dmitri Ratser played, it was AWESOME) off of a thesis. I just can't find anything that I can write about and back it up. I've had atleast 4 false starts today, and I'm just frustrating myself even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. I want to get the paper atleast started before tomorrow, so I can have tomorrow to write more, to proofread it, and get it ready for somebody else to read it Monday. At least there aren't too many other classes currently in the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82572761?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82572761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82572761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82572761' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82564051</id><published>2002-10-05T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T13:36:31.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/lya2006/rejected.html" target="new"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.princeton.edu/~lalexand/consumer.jpg" border=0&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which Rejected Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82564051?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82564051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82564051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82564051' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82547052</id><published>2002-10-05T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-05T00:03:49.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tears in my eyes today,&lt;br /&gt;make my world the color of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, alone without you&lt;br /&gt;what am i supposed to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82547052?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82547052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82547052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82547052' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82311903</id><published>2002-09-30T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T08:44:04.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://kimcicle.netfirms.com/newhair/Side.jpg"&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yes, I am now a blondish color. And &lt;a href="http://www.super-crush.com/psn"&gt;Spence&lt;/a&gt; is back there looking like a badass.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82311903?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82311903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82311903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82311903' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82300556</id><published>2002-09-30T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T08:30:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Ok, back from Attack the Gatti tourney.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A lot of stuff happened, so yeah, let's dive into this one.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Friday: Was contemplating wether I should go to Houston because I was feeling sick, but Dave was on his way already, so I didn't want him driving out to pick me up, or to go down to Houston&amp;nbsp;by himself, and so, Dave and I&amp;nbsp;load up in his Kia at about 2:30 and start driving down to Houston.&amp;nbsp; Stopped at a Jack In The Box for some food about halfway there, and saw a giant Sam Houston statue.&amp;nbsp; We did get into Houston around 6:15-ish, and was about to go to &lt;A href="http://laurapalmer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tara's&lt;/A&gt; until she told us she was meeting a friend at a local mall.&amp;nbsp; Dave and I head to the arcade to find the Pump It Up machine out of order, so that was no fun.&amp;nbsp; Tara comes and finds us, and we head to Case Ole to eat with her friend.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have anything to eat but the free chips and dip (wasn't too hungry, felt a little sick and whatnot).&amp;nbsp; Then, we head to the biggest Wal-Mart in the world, located in Baytown, to pick up some supplies.&amp;nbsp; After that, we kick it back to Tara's place and hang out and stuff.&amp;nbsp; We spent most of the night pasting stuff onto Code Red Mountain Dew cans to make them all cool and stuff.&amp;nbsp; Monica was there, and that was quite exciting to see her again.&amp;nbsp; Didn't sleep awfully well, but I slept a little.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Saturday: Woke up and took a shower like quickly.&amp;nbsp; Got dressed, loaded up, and headed to Mr. Gatti's for the tourney.&amp;nbsp; By the time we are there, I know atleast &lt;A href="http://www.livejournal.com/~mdw"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://users2.ev1.net/~mfourroux/umf/terra"&gt;Airon&lt;/A&gt;, and Zach (dkboiboi, not Dallas Zack) are there. Saw some other cool people like &lt;A href="http://flipsidebabee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/A&gt;, Geno, &lt;A href="http://web.wt.net/~vegeta/ipd/blog/"&gt;Walter&lt;/A&gt;, David, etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;As for Perfect Attack, I did win&amp;nbsp;my first&amp;nbsp;match, but for my 2nd round, I ended up playing Ross (who is an awesome DDR player).&amp;nbsp; As for that, I lost the first 2 songs, but wanted to play a 3rd with him.&amp;nbsp; It was PARANOiA REBiRTH on Maniac, and about halfway through, I felt really dizzy, and blacked out.&amp;nbsp; For being sick, it was a dumb thing for me to push myself to my physical limits, but I really wanted to keep up with Ross.&amp;nbsp; My body just kinda let up on me, and the next thing I know, I was falling to the ground; I tried to catch myself, and then, I blacked out again.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, a lot of people were around the machine saw me start to fall, and were there to help me up and the such.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Uh. . . after that, I did an impromptu freestyle to B4U&amp;nbsp;(I was feelin a little better), and finished out the matches for the day.&amp;nbsp; Uh, watched Ross win the whole Perfect Attack tourney, while I ended up in 2nd place for Freestyle. ^_^ Won $45, which is neato to walk away with cash.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;After the tourney, we all headed back to Tara's for bemani everywhere, some dreamcast stuff, and&amp;nbsp;watched&amp;nbsp;Attack the Gas Station.&amp;nbsp;I decide I want to change my hair color, but after a messed up attempt, me and&amp;nbsp;&lt;A href="http://www.super-crush.com/psn"&gt;Spence&lt;/A&gt; head out to get some stuff to bleach my hair.&amp;nbsp; After bleaching my hair, however, I decided to keep it that way (will post pic later).&amp;nbsp;Uh, later on, found a confortable spot on Tara's bed and fell asleep as others were playing Gituar Freaks / Drum Mania in the other room REALLY LOUDLY.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sunday: Woke up to Tara elbowing me numerous times.&amp;nbsp; Uh, sat around and just played games all morning, then had a nice little BBQ and whatnot.&amp;nbsp; After the BBQ, Dave and I load up and head back to Dallas.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yes, quite fun.&amp;nbsp; There was a whole lotta drama going on between members of the Texas DDR community, but I will not go into that, because I don't want to be put into a situation where I will have to choose between friends.&amp;nbsp; I don't like that at all.&amp;nbsp; Hmm. . . will upload a pic of my hair in a few seconds, and will be in the following post.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82300556?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82300556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82300556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82300556' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82202605</id><published>2002-09-27T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T13:17:34.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, down in Houston for Attack The Gatti (DDR Tourney). Be back on Saturday or Sunday. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82202605?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82202605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82202605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82202605' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82197824</id><published>2002-09-27T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-27T11:19:04.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I went and studied calculus all night. I went with Will, Andrew, and Michelle to hang out at the Abbey to study and eat, hung out at their room, and then went back to my place to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, after eating at the Abbey, I started feeling a little ill / depressed. It just hit me at the wrong time, as it seems my efforts last night for my studies were in vain, as I stared at the test today, and nothing came to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, I failed my calculus test. Worth about 20% of my final score. . . and I need to keep that 3.5 to have my scholarship. I don't think i'm gonna be staying in Dallas for long. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82197824?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82197824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82197824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82197824' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-82132582</id><published>2002-09-26T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T00:29:34.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Small college victory for today: Got a 25/25 on my Calculus quiz. Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this Dance Dance Revolution tourney going down in Houston, and I wanted to go, but I have no ride. So a trip to Houston will have to wait till later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about Houston, a few people from Houston came up for the day on Tuesday. It was quite cool.  We all just hung around and stuff at CyberZone before it closed, then headed out to their hotel room. Which reminds me, I need to go to Old Navy and buy this awesome messenger bag that was on sale for $10, because my current back pack is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. . . oh yeah. Instead of using the school's crappy internet service, the whole room decided to split cable internet access. A whole lot better. I'm quite content. Now I can stay online for longer than 10 mins at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else. . . Andrew/Will are planning a camping trip, and that sounds cool to me. We are planning to go maybe next weekend or something, after the week of tests that all of us seem to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculus test this Friday for me. Then I have a Computer Science II test on Monday, and my Exploration of the Arts Midterm on next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. . . I need to get some more ramen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-82132582?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82132582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/82132582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82132582' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81956714</id><published>2002-09-22T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-22T13:13:34.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok. Time for a weekend update! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Well, after Calculus, me and Jeannette come back to my apartment. She enjoys my small bed as I work on my work for Freshman Intro class. She goes back to her place as I head to my Freshman Intro class with 2 mins before class starts. I'm thinking "Yeah, i'll be on time..." and I was, if the class was meeting in the regular room. I haul ass to the library and it sucked being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After classes, I just kinda dropped off my stuff in my room, and sat around until I thought Jeannette would be getting out of her Rhetoric class. I'm on time and the stuff, and we watch the Robin Williams HBO special on her computer. After that, we head up to Andrew/Will/Larry's place for some Smash Brothers. At about 6:30, Andrew, Will, Lauren, and myself load up to head to Cyber Zone. At Cyber Zone, I ran into Ash, Ali, and Ryan. Quite cool, and I played a little Para while Andrew and Will became obsessed with Samba De Amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mall closed, we all headed over to Lauren's apartment, and that was fun too. I just got tired, and went back to my place to lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Woke up around 10:30 and started on school work. Made myself lunch, and just did more work. Around 6:00, me and David head over to Cyberzone for some IIDX action. I was expecting the regular meetup at CyberZone at RSM, but they all met at Valley View CyberZone. So dj baker was cool and picked me up. We all go to Genroku, where Aaron shows off his water-resistant pants by dropping water on them, then drinking it back up with his straw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the food, we all head over to the Magnolia for The Avenging Fist. The Avenging Fist was originally a movie modeled after the Tekken game series, but was changed due to a lawsuit from Namco (makers of Tekken). Needless to say, with last minute script being thrown together, IT SUCKED. After that suckiness, I got back to my apartment and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, that's about it. Ok. I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81956714?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81956714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81956714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81956714' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81832081</id><published>2002-09-19T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T13:17:50.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gummed up, brain dead and can't decide&lt;br /&gt;you can't pray enough, you can't hide&lt;br /&gt;you can be cool or you can cry&lt;br /&gt;do it wrong&lt;br /&gt;not it all&lt;br /&gt;or do it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one owes you, no one's to blame&lt;br /&gt;save for bad genes or dna&lt;br /&gt;ask your conscience the why and how&lt;br /&gt;do it then&lt;br /&gt;do it when&lt;br /&gt;but, do it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up sweet cakes?&lt;br /&gt;who's hip anyway?&lt;br /&gt;earthgirls are easy&lt;br /&gt;what you gonna do lil' buckaroo?&lt;br /&gt;(hey you, you better ask her nice!)&lt;br /&gt;all you gotta do, happy fool, is ask your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no we all can't be superfly&lt;br /&gt;gq phd fbi&lt;br /&gt;you can pretend or you can try&lt;br /&gt;move ahead&lt;br /&gt;lay down dead&lt;br /&gt;or slip on by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the truth seems so faraway&lt;br /&gt;buddha loves you and jesus saves&lt;br /&gt;you need answers for your dismay&lt;br /&gt;ask yourself&lt;br /&gt;ask your mom&lt;br /&gt;ask dna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's up sweet cakes?&lt;br /&gt;who's hip anyway?&lt;br /&gt;earthgirls are easy&lt;br /&gt;what you gonna do lil' buckaroo?&lt;br /&gt;(hey you, you better ask her nice!)&lt;br /&gt;all you gotta do, happy fool, is ask your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seatbelts - ask dna (opening to the cowboy bebop movie)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81832081?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81832081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81832081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81832081' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81827899</id><published>2002-09-19T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T11:37:00.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>small victory for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got an A- (90) on my exploration of the arts paper. woo~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81827899?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81827899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81827899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81827899' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81800705</id><published>2002-09-18T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T21:02:13.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't been able to sleep since i got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ok, that's a lie. i've slept like three times. twice was with jeanette, the other time was on the floor at lauren's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't think that is good for me, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new topic: i actually did well on my calculus quiz today! :D i was quite happy to actually know the answers to questions and the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh. . . i have a history test i'm supposed to be studying for right now. . . and i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and i have money in the back. so i don't starve now. and that's cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81800705?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81800705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81800705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81800705' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81755791</id><published>2002-09-17T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T22:48:38.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK WOMEN. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED OF THEIR GAMES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED OF GETTING ALL THIS CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M JUST FUCKING TIRED OF IT ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81755791?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81755791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81755791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81755791' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81617868</id><published>2002-09-14T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T22:55:07.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry for the lack of updates. school and all that comes with such a lifestyle of college is quite a boggle. hmm. . . where to start. . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes are starting to speed up a bit. i was able to handle calculus, computer science, rhetoric, and my us history class, but i don't like my arts and preformance class. i should have taken a humanities class instead, and not have to subject myself to such frustruation. i know for sure that i'm swinging an A or an B in the first 4, but in A&amp;P, i belive i have a D. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been spending a lot of time not in my apartment, but in will/andrew/edward/larry's apartment. it seems to be the place to be, as we will either be playing super smash brothers melee, ddr, or watching movies. it's like 10~15 people jammed into a small living space, with atleast 5 wedged into the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with all the time i spent in there, my luck have it, i had a really bad breaking point a few days ago. thankfully, they have been very accepting about it (rather that some people back home), and it has made the bonds even better. which is very good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also met this wonderful girl (who so happened to be at the apartment during my breakdown) named janette (please don't shoot me if i spelled that wrong). she's just so. . . good to me. like last night, i just didn't feel like going back to my room, so she let me crash in her room. sleeping with another person, just having her hold me all night just gave me a immerse feeling of comfort. the morning afterwards, i was able to get food from her roommates because i hadn't eaten the previous day (like all day...quite hectic day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, such things arise problems. edward seems also to be intrested in this wonderful girl, and i feel ackward when all three of us are in the same room. i dunno, she told me that she doesn't want to hurt anybody's feelings, but she has the same feelings i've had for her. . . so i don't know what to do. she went down to austin for the weekend, so hopefully something will happen that will make this better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. . . the wireless internet in my room keeps going out, so as we speak, i'm in will's apartment, using their cable internet and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm broke and have no food. i'm currently very hungry and all that junk. i have like. . . 12 packets of ramen and some soda to hold me off until i get my next installment from my mom. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a "computer games and animation" thing these past couple of days at UTD, and i got to meet john romero and stuff. it was quite cool. i also got to touch his hummer. i also saw stevie "killcreek" case. :) that was even cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, up to speed. i'm gonna go back to the crowd outside and start playing more smash brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81617868?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81617868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81617868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81617868' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81456676</id><published>2002-09-11T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-11T09:21:34.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG height=139 src="http://www.somethingawful.com/inserts/articlepics/goldmine/bumperstickers//EDGECRUSHER_band.jpg" width=450 border=1&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;there seems to be a lot of these people. those who gave less than a crap about their country and their government all of the sudden kicked into gear after last year. i mean, involvement is good and all, but what happens after you're done?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;most zealous people still have those damn car flags on their windows and getting everything with old glory stamped on it (some people have a doormat with the american flag on it. i refuse to wipe my feet on that. intead, i tracked dirt into their apartment.) but most of the american public return to what they were beforehand; people who didn't really care.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;now with today coming up, people are gonna be nice, granted. but when was the last time a complete stranger was nice to you? more chances than not, it was closer to the 9/11 attacks rather than just two weeks ago.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i'm not saying we should ignore what happened. by all means, i beg of you to pray to your diety/god of preference for the victims of the attacks. but when was the last time the nation cried out for the lost souls of the firefighters who lost their lives battling forest fires the summer before? when did we think about the millions of men who lost their lives in all the wars we have fought. the persian gulf war was only 10 some years ago, yet we have fully forgotten those who perished in the front lines.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;just be nice, pray&amp;nbsp;a little, and we'll get by today.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81456676?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81456676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81456676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81456676' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81344150</id><published>2002-09-09T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T00:25:35.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can somebody please help me? i've lost myself. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole on my own college thing is starting to take a toll on me mentally. i thought college would be a time in which i could solidify my identity. i had spent countless hours sitting in my room, wondering who i was, and what i was meant to grow up to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with all that goes on in college life, i find myself taking almost a new persona every day. one day, i'm the laid back, don't give a crap kind of guy, the next, serious about everything. i'm just lost within myself, trying to figure out what is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, whenever you do find the person i am supposed to be, tell me so that i can talk to this person and figure out what i'm supposed to do. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81344150?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81344150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81344150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81344150' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81207546</id><published>2002-09-05T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T17:21:40.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;yea for non-working alarm clocks!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i went out to play broomball with the sigma alpha boys and the kappa alpha ladies at the galleria yesterday. for those of you that don't know what broomball is, you get a bunch of people in their shoes onto an ice rink. give them all sticks with paddles about the size of your hand, throw out a ball onto the ice, and try to play it hockey like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, i walked away with a few bleeding sores and bruises. got back into the room about..say..1 in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is the kicker is i had a 9:30 class this morning, and guess what time i woke up today. 9:20. i was smelly, and not even half dressed, but i got there on time, and i can care less what others think of me at that time. the professor gave me a weird look as i practically was running into class, while in some sleeping shorts i have, a t shirt, flip-flops, and my books tucked under each arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81207546?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81207546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81207546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81207546' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81072456</id><published>2002-09-02T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T22:33:22.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now that i sit down and think about it . . . girls don't like me. they just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a convo i just had on the phone for instance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dex: "hey, what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;her: "what, do you need to keep tabs on me?"&lt;br /&gt;dex: "not really, i just make a point to talk to you. . ."&lt;br /&gt;her: "really? because i only call when i'm bored and stuff. . ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . i should just give up, crawl into a hole, and die. it's not like any girls would notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i keep doing this to myself? thinking a girl would actually care about me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, the are heartless bitches that just steal mine away. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81072456?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81072456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81072456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81072456' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-81034852</id><published>2002-09-02T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-02T11:25:27.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bad habits are coming back to attack me. i've had all of friday evening, saturday, and sunday to do homework, but what do i do? put it all off til today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, it's not like there isn't much homework. i'm behind 3 lessons in calculus 1, but that is mostly review. gotta read a few chapters in the MOST BORING HISTORY BOOK...EVER. arts and apreciation class is really sucky, although she does listen to good music before class starts. rhetoric is just a waste of time. and comp sci. . . so used to using CMU's pcGrasp that it took me a few hours to set up Visual Studio.Net to the way i want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but atleast my professors are cool. well, atleast most of 'em are. trying to have a convo with my arts and preformance teacher about her point of view will just piss her off even more. and the TA that "helps" us in our calculus problem section did even know what she was doing. &gt;&lt; yeah, i'm pretty sure i screwed up that quiz we took afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, saturday, i followed my original plans, which i must say, attack the gas station was even better at the theatres than on my laptop. the subtitles weren't all that great, and i found myself leaning over to dave and telling him the true meanings of what the actors were saying. i guess that is what i get for being korean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i just kinda moped around the house, playing grand theft auto 3, gran turismo 3, and counter strike. nothing productive, whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to kick myself into gear, or else i'll be on academic probation, lose my scholarship, have to drop out, and all that stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also need to kick myself into gear with girls and the such. torn between females is not fun, and consuming a lot of my time. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i should probably start homework now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-81034852?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81034852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/81034852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81034852' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80905268</id><published>2002-08-30T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T00:28:25.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this world is full of winners and losers. winners get glory, losers go home empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where do all the mediocre people (like me) fall into? am i bounded to fate to do nothing with my life? will the desire to succeed make me a winner? or will it crush me if i do not after putting in so much effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i'm not liking college at all anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80905268?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80905268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80905268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80905268' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80904531</id><published>2002-08-30T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-30T00:06:25.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things i have learned so far at college:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to reheat pizza in the oven&lt;br /&gt;how to use a dishwasher&lt;br /&gt;how to -properly- seperate colors/whites before laundry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80904531?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80904531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80904531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80904531' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80821360</id><published>2002-08-28T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T08:07:31.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, monday was quite exciting, becuase i woke up to hear some really loud rain. not really new, but then the whole room flashed like REALLY bright white. and then the fire alarm in the whole building went off. it appears that my apt. section got hit by lightning, and it also fried my internet connection for two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then yesterday, i woke up to hear rain, and then lightning hit another building, and their fire alarm go off. i just kinda snickered, rolled over, and went back to sleep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, for those of you that wish to know, i'm taking 14 credit hours. calc 1, comp sci 2, us history up to reconstruction, arts and preformance appreciation, and a mandatory rhetoric class. i can already tell that some of thses i will never use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why is it that every single girl that i come across on this freakin' campus already has a boyfriend?!?! =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80821360?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80821360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80821360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80821360' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80710930</id><published>2002-08-25T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T21:41:53.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just don't bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lost cause, taking up space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't call, don't comment, don't im. most likely, i won't respond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80710930?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80710930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80710930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80710930' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80683616</id><published>2002-08-25T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T03:29:34.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man, today (or yesterday if you wish to be techincal) was freakin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, my cell phone finally works! yea!~ so now people can call me, and i can call you. ^_^ after that, just went to cyberzone and hung out with everybody. got to meet more dallas people and see tim and leonard again. then, we went to genroku for some good chinese eating. funny stuff happened. much comedy insued. then we went to the magnolia and watched &lt;u&gt;my wife is a gangster&lt;/u&gt;, which is a BAD ASS movie! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just a brief summary of what happened today. but today kinda made a point to me: i'm gonna like it in dallas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week: ATTACK THE GAS STATION! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80683616?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80683616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80683616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80683616' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80640341</id><published>2002-08-23T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-23T22:01:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ugh. social life here at UTD completely sucks. it's so high school all over again. i didn't like the high school social system, and i'm already starting to hate the one at the freshmen dorms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks out window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, there are still guys/girls who have their hormones in overdrive swimming around in skimpy outfits. at 9:50 PM. with no pool lights. and it's all the, as we would say at franklin, "preps with connections."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the others, like me, just go out with other people outside the school, because frankly, most of the people here suck. i've met a few cool people, but the rest are just kinda like "uh, and you want to talk to me why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides, i liked hanging out with daniel (aka shin k) today. valley view cyberzone has it's merits, but i think i'll stick to RSM thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh about my day. um, when to my calc class, and thanked my good judgement to retake calc I instead of going to calc II, because the stuff he went over today made NO sense whatsoever. so, tomorrow, calc review class. i am so there. i met a nice girl while hanging out outside of calc before class started, but she has a boyfriend, so i don't think i'll try that. but she was cool, we chatted a bit in calc class. kept me sane. and my rhetoric class is SO POINTLESS. &gt;&lt; but i did meet another person from el paso, and suprise suprise, his name is ryan. he's a junior at UTD, and is the teaching assistant. but it was cool none the less to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so plans for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;wake up&lt;br /&gt;calc review class&lt;br /&gt;cyber zone richard square mall&lt;br /&gt;genroku&lt;br /&gt;my wife is a gangster&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks out the window*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh god, they busted out with the kareoke set, and have it hooked up to the pool sound system.... *covers ears*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80640341?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80640341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80640341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80640341' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80595960</id><published>2002-08-22T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T21:29:03.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>people i miss talking to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tara&lt;br /&gt;monica&lt;br /&gt;jennie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( it's been too long since i've been online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80595960?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80595960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80595960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80595960' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80584049</id><published>2002-08-22T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T15:55:30.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, the past couple of days have just flown right past me, time for yet another recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my flight was leaving el paso at 8:00 in the morning, so i wanted to be at the airport around 7:20, just incase anything went wrong. i was ready, but my mom wasn't, and i almost missed my flight &gt;&lt; it was like 8:10 when we got on, because the ground crew held the plane for us. . . i felt kinda bad when i walked onto the plane and having all the people just stare me down. well, after the hour and half flight, i move in, and my mom is already complaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why is the campus so far away?" &lt;br /&gt;"why didn't you get a south-facing room?"&lt;br /&gt;"why can't your roommates fend for themselves?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the such. i did get a lot of shopping done, and now my room is more like -my- room. that makes me happy. went and got a cell phone, but as i left the store, i realized the phone doesn't work too well, but decided to get it fixed on wednesday. i slept, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6:00 to see my mom off, and went back to sleep. woke up again at 1:30 PM (which is weird, because i can -never- do that), then went with one of my roommates to the mall to see if i can get my cell phone fixed. turns out, that i'm like 1 in a million, and they couldn't fix me that day. so, after wasting 3 hours trying to get my cell phone up, i went shopping for text books (which came out to $500!) and more stuff for the room. slept again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i woke up nice and early so that i could make it to my first class of my college career (Arts and Preformance), but i wanted to make sure that my class was still in the same place, so i went to a computer lab to check out the classes and stuff. turns out that i needed to pick up a comet card in order to do that. so, i go and get my comet card. after doing that, and going to check my courses, i discovered that i was late for the class. &gt;&lt; so, i decided to skip and finish up the stuff i needed to do for school. got the internet up for my laptop *finally* and got myself registered and all that good stuff. went to history to only sit in there for about an hour and get released (instead of the usual hour and a half).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now, you are up to date. yes, i am alive. hopefully, this wireless internet will work in my room, so i'll be online later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80584049?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80584049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80584049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80584049' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80461572</id><published>2002-08-19T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T23:40:20.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, this is it. i've packed up everything that i could possibly need. i'm getting myself out of this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i went by my old high school today, it hit me. although i may not like the city i was raised in, or maybe wish to forget my past, it does make me who i am. i can change my appearence, i can change my name. but i cannot change what made me who i am. el paso is where i am from. el paso is what made me who i am. now that i leave it for greener pastures, it makes me sad to think what i leave behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . feel like crying now. kinda like a happy cry, that i made it, but at the same time, knowing that leaving this city is somewhat turning away from it. i'm gonna miss everything about the city. dry heat, chico's tacos, sonic with extra blue ocea water, and most importantly, my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post about moving in, if i can get my internet connection working tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80461572?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80461572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80461572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80461572' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80345595</id><published>2002-08-16T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-16T22:47:22.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, this last week just flew right past me. many fun events occured. let's recap, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fly into dallas love field at around 4:30, and while i was trying to get my luggage, zack calls my cell phone even though he is 5 feet away from me. we pile into the prelude, go to cyberzone and play a little beatmania iidx 4th style and the such. cool stuff. we then go to his house, and i meet the family. we then go to chipotle for dinner (awesome stuff), and we just sit around and do nothing until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;monday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up to go to day 1 of orientation. did a lot of listening to the orientation team and other people talk about just background info of the school. ran into joe, denise, and jill and went out with them to lunch. . . kinda missed some of the skits/small group time because of it (oops). got a lot of help from jill on my class setup. went to richardson square mall, and played some more iidx until zack got off of work. we then go to a chinese resturant that was freakin' good. and then, slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tuesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the day that i only had to show up for a few hours. the academic advisors wouldn't let me take the class setup that jill helped me on, so i kinda patched together another one on my own. after failing to be able to move into my room, i go to play some more iidx (heh, i spent a lot of time playing iidx...i love that game) and stuff. being half price tuesday, i got to meet a lot of prominent ddr/iidx players including kevin (who looks/sounds me according to everybody else) and the awesome SHIN K. we all go eat at denny's after we kept cyberzone open till 10:00 (when they usually close at 9:00).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;next three days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, boarded on a bus to head to comet camp (yea!). did a lot of planned activities and stuff, and got to meet a lot of new people. it was quite cool. yeah, that's those three days. got back into dallas at 11:00 AM on friday, moved into my room, tried to buy my textbooks (but lacked the money to buy the calc book), went to cyber zone, got to airport, and flew back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. now, i'm tired. i'm gonna hang out online for a little, then sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80345595?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80345595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80345595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80345595' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80099217</id><published>2002-08-11T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-11T09:33:38.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so, it now begins. with my bags packed, hopes up, and a little cash, i will board my plane for dallas today. well, i'm coming back this weekend to get the rest of my stuff, but still, the thought. so yeah, no bloggin' for the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80099217?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80099217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80099217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80099217' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80057399</id><published>2002-08-10T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-10T00:28:02.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is just one of those days that really makes me glad that i'm moving. moving away from -everything- that i have in my life. moving away from the frustration of being so easily brought on by closed-minded people that surround me. moving away from parents who don't give a crap about what is good for me, but what they think is good for me. moving away from the people that want to take the little that i fought for.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;so it turns out my family is moving out to los angeles around christmas break. for a normal family, that would be cool. "oh sheit! i get to play bemani!" but the reason that my mom is moving to cali is to get away. from me. she is already paying my sisters way through a private, out of state college while i worked for my scholarship into UTD, thus not going to UT Austin and digging myself into debt. she bought my sister a friggin car, even though i have a better driving record than her. and everything that goes wrong can be blamed on me. so, yes, in 2 days, i become an outcast. thrown out of the home. disowned by my mom, in her belief that my older sister will bring redemption to the family through fame and fortune while i can be shunned aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will prove everybody wrong. i will succeed. i'm gonna win this game of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80057399?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80057399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80057399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80057399' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-80008161</id><published>2002-08-08T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T21:25:12.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;how to prove girls are evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we state that girls require time and money.&lt;br /&gt;       girls = time * money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all know that "time is money"&lt;br /&gt;       time = money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore:&lt;br /&gt;       girls = money * money = (money)^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because "money is the root of all evil"&lt;br /&gt;       money = \/( evil )   (i know, that's not a square root sign, but bear with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore&lt;br /&gt;       girls = ( \/(evil) )^2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with simplification&lt;br /&gt;       girls = evil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-80008161?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80008161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/80008161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80008161' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79990821</id><published>2002-08-08T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T13:07:58.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what i should be doing right now:&lt;br /&gt;- eating lunch&lt;br /&gt;- researching classes for me to take&lt;br /&gt;- packing for college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am doing:&lt;br /&gt;- reading other people's blog/xanga/livejournals&lt;br /&gt;- writing pointless emails&lt;br /&gt;- watching my AIM list to see if anybody gets on and talks to me&lt;br /&gt;- spamming on messageboards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, i squander the precious gift of life. *shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79990821?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79990821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79990821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79990821' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79970593</id><published>2002-08-08T00:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-08T00:47:09.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this was the awesome convo i had with monica that kept me from posting last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:55:31 PM): hullo&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick wants to directly connect (11:55:35 PM). &lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick is now directly connected (11:55:36 PM). &lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:55:39 PM): howdy&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:55:40 PM): :D&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:56:03 PM): better not be pics of nekked guys or nutin&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:56:15 PM): [a pic of me and tara at her graduation party]&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:56:23 PM): awwww..&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:56:25 PM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:56:29 PM): i thought it was nice&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:56:31 PM): *saves to HD*&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:56:38 PM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:56:46 PM): hehehehe, just got em developed&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:56:51 PM): aaaa, take my quiz&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:56:53 PM): =)&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:56:57 PM): its on my profile&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:56:57 PM): take what quiz?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:56:59 PM): ah&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:57:08 PM): i got it off of your blog or something like that&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:57:13 PM): so i made one =)&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:57:34 PM): this is so not fair&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:57:38 PM): "what is my middle name"&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:57:39 PM): wait&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:57:41 PM): i got tara&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:57:41 PM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:57:43 PM): sure it is... =)&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:57:44 PM): noooooo&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:57:46 PM): not fair&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:57:53 PM): fine, i won't ask&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:58:00 PM): thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:58:08 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:58:09 PM): you should get at least 1 right ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:58:12 PM): gotta find that poem&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:58:16 PM): and like, figure out your middle name&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:58:19 PM): b/c it was on there&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:58:21 PM): *rummages*&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:58:30 PM): was it? wow, you remember these things well&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:58:35 PM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:58:43 PM): find it?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:58:53 PM): awww, i liked that poem too&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:58:56 PM): i need to find it again&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:59:27 PM): i got like 4&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (11:59:28 PM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:59:35 PM): goodness gracious&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (11:59:42 PM): liked it that much, hmm?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:00:04 AM): i got...the birthday&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:00:06 AM): age&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:00:08 AM): waffle house&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:00:11 AM): and your sister's name&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:00:19 AM): thats it?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:00:20 AM): =)&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:00:23 AM): good job&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:00:32 AM): i though you would be a LTJ fan like your sister&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:00:32 AM): for meeting me only once too, that is awesome&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:00:33 AM): =)&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:00:40 AM): nawww.... nfg all the way&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:00:41 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:00:56 AM): i liked NFG way before that new song&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:01:01 AM): whatever it is&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:01:04 AM): i don't even care abou tit&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:01:05 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:02:09 AM): siiii, i haven't been a fan for like... almost 2 years?? i was totally bummed when that song came on mtv and the radio... i mean, good for them, but now everybody knows who they are, and i can't brag about them without people thinking that im some sort of headcase groupie!!! ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:02:23 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:02:24 AM): =/&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:02:25 AM): bleh.&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:02:46 AM): thats all good though... i can still love them !!!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:02:54 AM): geez, im such a dork&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:02:58 AM): hehehe. we all are&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:03:34 AM): &lt;== is a dork b/c he can be&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:03:35 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:04:14 AM): hehehe.... i isa dork, just cuz i don't know any better =)&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:04:35 AM): i hafta be a dork. i'm majoring in computer science. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:03 AM): ahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:05 AM): social work?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:08 AM): geeeezzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:05:15 AM): well...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:05:22 AM): i though you were a caring person&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:23 AM): i don't even know what a social worker does... haha&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:05:27 AM): and ...you like were nice to me&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:05:29 AM): and so..yeah&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:32 AM): &lt;&lt;&lt; moi?? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:35 AM): cool, thats nice&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:39 AM): what do they do?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:05:41 AM): i tried to do the math&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:05:43 AM): im a history major =)&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:05:48 AM): yes, i see from the answers&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:05:52 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:06:44 AM): i have no clue what a social worker major would do&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:06:47 AM): maybe social work?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:06:47 AM): oooooo&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:06:52 AM): good slick&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:06:56 AM): thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:06:59 AM): too bad my name isn't slick&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:00 AM): it's ryan&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:07:04 AM): and what would social work be?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:07:08 AM): reallY??? &lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:13 AM): defending the poor&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:07:17 AM): man, and i thought this was slick the whole time&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:07:20 AM): thyme&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:20 AM): helping people get eduication&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:20 AM): ect&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:23 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:25 AM): thyme&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:25 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:07:34 AM): heeeee!!!!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:07:39 AM): im so HYPER tonight!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:50 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:07:51 AM): i noticed&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:08:14 AM): uuuhhh.... dot dot dot....... !!!!!!!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:08:19 AM): kekeke&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:08:28 AM): im just smiling like a nerd for some reason, and can't stop&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:08:44 AM): who cares? smiling is better than frowning!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:09:32 AM): siiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:09:41 AM): oh, looks like we know spanish now!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:09:44 AM): ummm... which takes more muscles anywho?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:09:49 AM): frowning&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:10:00 AM): :::sigh::: im gonna get laugh lines at an early age?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:10:08 AM): aww, thats disappointing&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:10:24 AM): nah&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:11:01 AM): you'll be all sexay at 40&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:11:05 AM): people will be screaming out MILF&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:11:06 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:11:27 AM): oh lordy... i think i would die of embarrassment if anyone did that ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:11:34 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:11:46 AM): *makes note to do that to monica on her 40th b-day*&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:14:02 AM): mmmm..... :::Grrrrr:::: {{for lack of a better creative response}}&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:14:10 AM): i guess i win then&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:14:11 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:14:18 AM): loser gotta kiss the winnar. :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:14:49 AM): cute, we'll see when were at that 40th bday party&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:14:55 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:15:28 AM): hey, you know spence?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:15:44 AM): no i don't.&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:15:48 AM): and i don't know you&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:15:51 AM): and i don't know tara&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:15:53 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:16:28 AM): sorry, that was mean&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:16:30 AM): i'll shut up now&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:16:43 AM): grrrr&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:16:47 AM): i was looking at your profile&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:16:54 AM): omgwtf lolz.... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:16:56 AM): i love that name&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:17:22 AM): yes&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:17:27 AM): a name, only dorks can love&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:17:27 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:18:07 AM): i never talk to him online though&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:12 AM): =P&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:13 AM): err...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:15 AM): missed it&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:16 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:23 AM): spence is like way cool&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:29 AM): he hooks me up with all the morning musume&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:30 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:18:39 AM): gosh, i'm really hyper tonite&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:19:21 AM): eeee, hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:19:26 AM): it spreads through cables&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:19:31 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:19:33 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:19:42 AM): ummmm... yea, i watched like... 2 hrs of it at his house one day&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:19:54 AM): he has got tons and tons and tons of them vids&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:19:56 AM): yes&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:20:06 AM): i'm stealing his tons and tons of vids over the internet as we speak&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:20:38 AM): heeee&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:20:46 AM): i have never seen so many]&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:20:55 AM): ] ] ] ]&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:20:58 AM): what is that group that is jap, but they are singing in english, boy band?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:21:02 AM): there are so more brackets you can see&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:17 AM): ehhh??&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:25 AM): spence has like 2 of their vids&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:21:36 AM): SFA NFG chick (12:20:46 AM): i have never seen so many]&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:37 AM): they were cool... couldn't understand them, but they were cool ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:46 AM): oooo, you nerd...&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:48 AM): i meant vids&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:21:50 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:21:51 AM): i know&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:51 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:55 AM): jinx!!!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:59 AM): hahaa, you owe me a coke&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:22:00 AM): no, i said it first&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:22:08 AM): you owe me a kiss b/c i win&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:22:09 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:22:23 AM): KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:21:50 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:21:51 AM): i know&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:21:51 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:22:33 AM): my timestamp says i said it 1 second ahead of you&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:22:35 AM): so =P&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:23:22 AM): uhhh...&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:23:29 AM): still owe me a coke&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:23:31 AM): so there&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:23:33 AM): no&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:23:34 AM): ha!!&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:23:34 AM): =p&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:23:40 AM): MIFL&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:23:43 AM): ack&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:23:45 AM): MILF&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:23:46 AM): there we go&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:23:46 AM): mifl?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:23:50 AM): ooooooo&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:23:52 AM): irk&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:23:56 AM): irk?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:24:11 AM): oh oh oh i get it&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:24:19 AM): we get to make up words&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:24:21 AM): like...hmm&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:24:25 AM): fwhgads.&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:24:26 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:24:39 AM): haaa&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:24:56 AM): you are Such, the Dork&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:25:05 AM): why, thank you&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:25:06 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:25:25 AM): the capitalization emphasises the amount of dorkness i have, correct?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:25:35 AM): siii, you even have a name, such&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:26:00 AM): but...i'm ryan&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:26:08 AM): *points to his nametag*&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:26:49 AM): does that nametag also say waffle hosue?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:26:56 AM): *looks*&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:26:57 AM): no&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:26:59 AM): then it doesn't matter does it?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:27:05 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:27:06 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:27:12 AM): *got shot down hardcore*&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:27:21 AM): *goes into this corner and cries*&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:28:16 AM): ::patting on back: don't worry, thats my one good one for the night&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:28:19 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:28:33 AM): this is the best convo i've had in a while&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:28:34 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:28:39 AM): this is going into me blog&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:28:39 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:28:49 AM): :::sigh:::&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:28:55 AM): i'll change the name&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:02 AM): so that it doesn't say your screen name&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:29:05 AM): to protect the innocent?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:08 AM): yes&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:17 AM): to protect 'em from you&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:18 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:29:26 AM): ahhH!!!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:29:28 AM): your mean!&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:37 AM): i'll stop&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:29:37 AM): :::crying in her own corner now:::&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:44 AM): awww..don't cry&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:49 AM): i'll stop&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:29:54 AM): ok, im done&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:29:55 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:29:56 AM): and let you just egg me for the rest of the nite&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:30:05 AM): hey, you ever seen clueless?&lt;br /&gt;(IM Window Cleared)&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:30:48 AM): clueless..&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:30:56 AM): like a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:30:58 AM): you know when tia it getting a makeover and shes got that goofy grin?? im like, feeling like that... ehehe&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:31:04 AM): ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:31:07 AM): ahh, i just watched it like... 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:31:26 AM): ah...last movie i watched was austin powers&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:31:29 AM): for the 2nd time&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:31:36 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:32:39 AM): 3?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:33:06 AM): yes&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:33:07 AM): goldmember&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:33:08 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:34:02 AM): hehe, that is a good one&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:34:08 AM): ok, my ranking .... 1, 3, 2&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:34:36 AM): yeah, 2 sucked&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:34:44 AM): the first 5 mins of 3 was worth the 7.50&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:34:46 AM): imo&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:35:24 AM): hehe&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:35:27 AM): it was great&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:35:29 AM): yes&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:35:34 AM): and they blow up britney spears&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:35:43 AM): the 2nd time, i couldn't stop giggling before the movie started&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:35:43 AM): i dunno, im starting to like some her stuff :::shameful:::&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:35:49 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:35:51 AM): don't worry&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:35:53 AM): i just stare at her&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:35:54 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:37:05 AM): like any other 18 year old male would do&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:37:34 AM): ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:37:37 AM): you are such a guy&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:37:37 AM): =)&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:37:43 AM): but i will agree, she is cute&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:37:46 AM): *checks* yes, i am a guy&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:38:41 AM): that was... intresting&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:38:47 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:39:11 AM): um.. i think i might be going in a minute&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:16 AM): me too&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:18 AM): i need sleep&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:23 AM): b/c i gotta work&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:29 AM): not like it matters b/c it's not at waffle house&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:39:29 AM): hhaahaa, i don't&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:39:32 AM): =)&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:39:36 AM): yea yea...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:37 AM): oh, trying to trick me?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:39:40 AM): i quit you know&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:42 AM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:47 AM): tara informs me of such things&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:39:53 AM): she's my spy behind enemy lines&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:40:44 AM): ahhh... some spy&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:40:48 AM): i know who it is now&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:41:13 AM): yeah, because i kinda said her name&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:41:13 AM): duh&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:41:14 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:41:16 AM): augh&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:41:17 AM): =P&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:41:19 AM): there we go&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:41:54 AM): see, it was shock, and then you were sticking your tongue out at me&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:42:28 AM): um..kay&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:42:32 AM): but why would i be in shock?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:42:50 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:42:54 AM): isn't that shock?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:42:59 AM): kinda&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:43:02 AM): but i missed&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:43:05 AM): and meant to hit the P&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:07 AM): i was trying to make your mistake into something that you did on purpose&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:43:13 AM): ah..&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:43:15 AM): well&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:43:17 AM): no, it's a mistake&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:28 AM): okeedokee&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:43:31 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:32 AM): that will work&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:35 AM): right about..&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:37 AM): ...&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:40 AM): wait for it....&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:42 AM): now!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:43:44 AM): okay...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:43:47 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:44:00 AM): narf, im sleepy again&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:44:08 AM): i've been sleepy for a long time&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:44:35 AM): well, go to bed&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:44:37 AM): slepy head&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:44:39 AM): sleeepy&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:44:43 AM): wow, that rhymes&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:45:49 AM): it would be even better if your name were ted&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:45:55 AM): and you lived in a shed&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:47:16 AM): hehehe&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:47:41 AM): and and and...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:47:42 AM): had a bed&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:47:52 AM): my attempt to continue the rhyme has failed&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:00 AM): miserably at that&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:02 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:48:04 AM): i know&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:48:06 AM): it's cauz i'm tired&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:09 AM): eeeek&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:10 AM): me too&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:48:12 AM): and i can't think straight&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:12 AM): bed&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:12 AM): now&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:14 AM): slep&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:48:18 AM): who, me or you?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:29 AM): yea, i just hate when i think in them curved lines... they totally suck&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:48:35 AM): both&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:48:49 AM): uh...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:48:52 AM): how about not&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:48:54 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:49:00 AM): ehhhh&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:49:13 AM): you said your not thinking straight... = curved lines, not straight&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:49:22 AM): ahhh...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:49:24 AM): makes sense&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:49:39 AM): zig-zag would not be, as it is made up of many straight lines together&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:49:42 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:49:46 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:50:22 AM): hmm...&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:50:49 AM): yeaaaaa, making you think again, eehh?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:51:01 AM): for a split second, yes&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:51:11 AM): then i went back to watching some Morning Musume music vids&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:51:13 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:51:22 AM): wow&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:51:35 AM): yes, isn't it amazing? i actually thought for once&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:51:35 AM): and we all know how much thought processing that takes&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:51:36 AM): ^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:51:50 AM): and you realized it nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:52:05 AM): :D&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:52:08 AM): i'm just a faster typer&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:52:10 AM): =P&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:52:29 AM): eh&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:52:30 AM): eh&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:52:30 AM): eh&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:52:35 AM): ahh&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:52:36 AM): so there&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:52:41 AM): where?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:52:50 AM): o pi;d ne. if i quit backspacing for everytime i screwed up&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:52:54 AM): i think im dyslexic&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:53:05 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:53:26 AM): wow... don't even know what i was going for with that cute little o pi;d ne piece there&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:53:32 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:53:48 AM): it weird&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:53:55 AM): like words sometimes sneak in when i talk to people&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:05 AM): yea yea&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:08 AM): okeedokee&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:13 AM): im hitting the sack&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:55:18 AM): okies~&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:21 AM): :::wham!!!::: hits the sack&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:55:23 AM): hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:24 AM): ::;sigh:::&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:28 AM): ciao&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:55:28 AM): noo~~ save the sack!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:35 AM): its dead&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:55:36 AM): buh bai~~ ^_^_^_^_^_^^_^_^_^^^_^_^_^&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:50 AM): bitchsmacked that hoe hahahahaa&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:53 AM): bai!!!!&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:55:53 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:55:56 AM): hehehe, thats cute&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:55:58 AM): such foul language&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:56:06 AM): from such a nice young girl&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:56:09 AM): heheeh, it happens with fatigue&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:56:11 AM): *tsk tsk*&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:56:25 AM): i was playing a south park game... your lucky thats all i said =)&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:56:38 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:57:07 AM): hahaha, im kidding&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:57:07 AM): sorta&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:57:11 AM): not about the game part&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:57:13 AM): i really was&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:57:20 AM): sure you were&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:57:42 AM): mm-hmmm, ryan gave it to me&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:57:49 AM): =O&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:57:56 AM): not you&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:58:05 AM): my moms boyfriends son that lives with us&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:58:12 AM): ahh...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:58:13 AM): um&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:58:14 AM): ok&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:58:18 AM): *smile and nod*&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:58:39 AM): to many names there?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:58:46 AM): aw, my puppy is outside whining&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:58:53 AM): aww..&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:58:54 AM): save it!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:58:55 AM): and scratching on my window&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:58:59 AM): unlike how you saved your sack&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:58:59 AM): noisly&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:59:03 AM): eh?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (12:59:26 AM): i don't want you treating your dog like you treat your sack&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:59:37 AM): nooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (12:59:53 AM): hooter is way to cute and adorable to treat like a sack&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:00:03 AM): hooter..&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:00:05 AM): great name&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:19 AM): isn't it though?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:20 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:27 AM): we got her last night&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:00:31 AM): awww..&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:32 AM): well, tech. 2 nights ago&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:00:32 AM): awesome&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:00:40 AM): i wish my parents would let me have a pet&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:40 AM): shes a yellow lab&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:42 AM): precious&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:47 AM): i have 3 ^_^&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:00:53 AM): i want a pet&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:55 AM): 2 cats, 1 dog.... cats hate dog&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:00:59 AM): very much&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:00:59 AM): no kidding&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:01:03 AM): hmm..&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:01:08 AM): they -did- make a movie aobut it&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:01:09 AM): no?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:01:20 AM): cat tried to jump through closed window last night when dog started walking toward him&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:01:26 AM): :::WHAM!!!!::::&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:01:33 AM): had that glass been any thinner...&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:01:33 AM): HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:01:40 AM): im surprised my cat don't have brain damage&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:01:48 AM): it scared the crap outta&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:01:49 AM): hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:01:49 AM): me&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:02:01 AM): i hope your cats aren't like waffles&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:02:06 AM): and attak my face at night&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:02:17 AM): no no... my cats are to lazy to do that&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:02:20 AM): one is SOOOO fat&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:02:22 AM): like... fat&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:02:29 AM): the other is all fluffy and dorky&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:02:41 AM): hehehe. dorky like same?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:02:45 AM): &lt;== is still same, right?&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:02:51 AM): weighs like a pound&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:02:54 AM): no no, you are such&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:05 AM): oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:07 AM): that's right&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:03:12 AM): duh... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:03:15 AM): NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:03:16 AM): bed&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:03:20 AM): like... 5 min ago&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:22 AM): but mommy&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:03:22 AM): good night!!!&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:24 AM): i wanna stay up!&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:27 AM): and watch tV&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:03:32 AM): so stay up =)&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick (1:03:39 AM): be in bed by dawn&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:42 AM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:44 AM): i can't do that&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:48 AM): i should go to bed myself&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:03:51 AM): b/c i got work&lt;br /&gt;SFA NFG chick direct connection is closed (1:04:18 AM). &lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (1:04:18 AM): so yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79970593?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79970593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79970593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79970593' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79950479</id><published>2002-08-07T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T15:20:54.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, &lt;/b&gt;I've been protested and demonstrated against. &lt;br /&gt;Picket signs for my wicked rhymes. Look at the times. Sick is the mind of the motha fuckin' kid that's behind &lt;br /&gt;all this commotion. Emotions run deep as ocean's explodin.' Tempers flaring from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin.' &lt;br /&gt;Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin.' Keep kickin' ass in the mornin,' an' takin' names in the evening. &lt;br /&gt;Leavem with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth. &lt;b&gt;See, they can trigger me but they never figure me out. &lt;br /&gt;Look at me now, I bet ya probably sick of me now. Ain't you mama, I'ma make you look so ridiculous now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it. So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it, &lt;br /&gt;I'ma expose it. &lt;/b&gt;I'll take you back to 73 before I ever had a multi-platinum sellin' CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months. My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch, &lt;br /&gt;cuz he split. I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye.&lt;/b&gt; No, I don't on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die. &lt;br /&gt;I look at Hailie and I couldn't picture leavin' her side. Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try &lt;br /&gt;to make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake. I maybe made some mistakes but I'm only human. But I'm man enough to face them today. &lt;br /&gt;What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb, but the smartest shit I did was take them bullets out of that gun. &lt;br /&gt;Cuz id'a killed 'em, shit I would have shot Kim an' him both. It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm sorry, Mama. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now I would never dis my own mama just to get recognition. Take a second to listen for you think this record is dissin,' &lt;br /&gt;But put yourself in my position. &lt;/b&gt;Just try to envision witnessin' your Mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bitchin' that someone's always goin' throuh her purse and shits missin.' &lt;/b&gt;Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchausen's syndrome. &lt;b&gt;My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'til I grew up, now I blew up. It makes you sick to ya stomach, &lt;br /&gt;doesn't it?&lt;/b&gt; Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? &lt;b&gt;So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? &lt;br /&gt;But guess what, yer gettin' older now and it's cold when your lonely. &lt;/b&gt;An' Nathan's getting' up so quick, he's gonna know that your phoney. &lt;br /&gt;And Hailie's getting' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful. But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong. Bitch, do ya song. Keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom. &lt;br /&gt;But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get.&lt;/b&gt; You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit. &lt;br /&gt;Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? &lt;b&gt;Well, guess what, I am dead. Dead to you as can be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79950479?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79950479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79950479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79950479' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79927198</id><published>2002-08-07T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T01:59:21.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[my convo with &lt;a href="http://www.super-crush.com/psn"&gt;spence&lt;/a&gt; about the dream]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (4:14:41 PM): spence, i had the weirdest dream last night&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTF lolz (4:14:49 PM): whassat&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (4:14:58 PM): like, you and me went to a morning musume concert&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (4:15:06 PM): and we then went backstage to meet the girls&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (4:15:12 PM): and then, mari kicked me in the nuts&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTF lolz (4:15:14 PM): BADASS&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX (4:15:14 PM): and i woke up&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTF lolz (4:15:20 PM): dude&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTF lolz (4:15:26 PM): that's the best dream ever&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTF lolz (4:15:32 PM): i would love to get kicked in the nuts by mari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79927198?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79927198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79927198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79927198' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79907319</id><published>2002-08-06T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T01:48:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo. ryan is a dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work, i do data entry. simply, just putting in all the chart stuff into a program called MediSoft to help accounting and stuff at the clinic. well, today, i was told that i can't change cases b/c that will knock off payments, ect. my problem is that i have entered hundreds of charts, and almost 1/3 of those, i did the wrong way. so yeah, i completely messed up my job. i think i set them back rather then help them any this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't do anything right, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and had a messed up dream last night to. i got to meet morning musume and stuff with &lt;a href="http://www.super-crush.com/psn"&gt;spence&lt;/a&gt; after they did a concert, and like mari kicked me in the nuts. then i woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79907319?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79907319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79907319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79907319' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79881402</id><published>2002-08-06T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T02:00:39.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh. was gonna make another post today and the such, but had a really cool convo with monica and the such. so, yeah, update later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79881402?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79881402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79881402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79881402' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79873284</id><published>2002-08-05T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-05T22:12:35.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, i'm officially in a state of panic. i don't know what i'm gonna do. i don't know how i'm gonna survive college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my bestest friend in the whole wide world, ryan, came back from seattle, so i'm gonna try to kick it with him and frank as much as possible before i take off for college (next sunday, for those of you that don't remember). so yeah. i'm just waiting for him to give me a ring back so we can go play some DDRMAX on his PS2, watch a few movies, and just have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe get my mind off of this whole college rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 7 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79873284?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79873284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79873284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79873284' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79808669</id><published>2002-08-04T11:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T11:17:02.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes, new layout. more friendly to people with smaller resolutions and the such. will personalize more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79808669?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79808669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79808669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79808669' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79761120</id><published>2002-08-02T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T22:49:16.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just a small reminder to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://download.consumptionjunction.com/multimedia/cj_11119.wmv &lt;br /&gt;http://www.homestarrunner.com/sbemail35.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79761120?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79761120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79761120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79761120' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79754168</id><published>2002-08-02T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-02T18:43:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...nice 6 hour blackout we had today, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you that were lucky enough to escape it, a power line short circuited between new mexico and el paso, thus cutting the whole city off of power. some parts got back up in 45 mins...my house didn't get back up until about 3:00, i think? anways, i was at work, doing data entry like i usually do when the power went out. the clinic doesn't have a backup generator (because we are a small clinic), so, we just closed up for the day. none of the lights worked, and all businesses went into lockdown. i couldn't get into sunland park mall for 2 hours to play some ddr because they didn't want people shoplifting the whole mall while the power was out. same with walgreens, walmart, target, ect. too many people from mexico came over just for tax free weekend, so cielo vista mall was on the brink of a riot. and then, there was a huge as storm that came through the city. so yeah, not a good day today to live in el paso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, when is there a good day to live in el paso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i got a cell phone and was able to keep in touch with others. (for those of you that don't know, 915-241-7328)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown to college: 9 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79754168?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79754168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79754168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79754168' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79625164</id><published>2002-07-30T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T22:58:39.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>working and working and working~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to college, mainly orientation and hanging out with zack and stuff. moving in is a freakin' hard mofo, because i have to buy all this crap for my room, including (but not limited to):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; chair&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lamp&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pots/pans&lt;br /&gt;&gt; silverwear/plates/cups/bowls&lt;br /&gt;&gt; -maybe- a tv?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; laundry detergent/dryer sheets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anybody wanna help me think of other stuff i need to get? i'd highly appreciate it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this college boy working more, so no more fun time for me. =/ but i guess that is what RSM and VV are for (ahem Zack. ^_^v)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 12 days. ( !!! )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79625164?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79625164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79625164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79625164' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79576539</id><published>2002-07-29T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T21:53:45.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AnGeLxKP signed off at 8:37:53 PM. &lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP signed on at 8:39:27 PM. &lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: enjoyed aol kicking you?&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: ueah&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: growl&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: *kicks AOL leaders for sarah*&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: hahahahhahaha yaaaaahh&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: does that make me sarah's hero? (next to god)&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: YES&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: :-)&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: woo.&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: new quote to go into my info!~~~&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: better yet..&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: blogger&lt;br /&gt;KimCiCLe Prex DX: XD&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: hahahha&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: indeed&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: Dexter is my hero!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AnGeLxKP: [But God was my first hero.. and he'll be my last... sorry Dex]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79576539?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79576539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79576539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79576539' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79511637</id><published>2002-07-28T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-28T10:22:49.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm, my summer was awefully boring compaired to other summers. my weekday would consist of&lt;br /&gt;-waking up&lt;br /&gt;-taking a shower&lt;br /&gt;-eating food&lt;br /&gt;-getting on laptop&lt;br /&gt;-going to work&lt;br /&gt;-eating dinner&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every day. and yet i don't have any cash. =/ fun things that happened this summer:&lt;br /&gt;-hax'fest&lt;br /&gt;-4th of july weekend with daniel&lt;br /&gt;-austin powers: goldmember with garett and frank&lt;br /&gt;-passing maxx unlimited on extra stage (most people won't understand that one)&lt;br /&gt;-staying up to watch korea play in the world cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cha. time to get ready for church and the such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 15 days (including today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79511637?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79511637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79511637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79511637' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79489750</id><published>2002-07-27T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T18:26:59.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.granderiver.net/~demio/blog/quizzes/honda/civicsi.jpg" width="350" height="100"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a stock Civic Si. You're fun loving and rambunctious, yes you are. You make decisions quickly and execute them even quicker. However, somewhere in the back of your mind you're worrying about mundane, sometimes trivial, things... it's not expected of a person like you, and it's actually kind of refreshing. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.granderiver.net/~demio/blog/quizzes/honda"&gt;which honda are you?&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://hondakid86.blogspot.com"&gt;visit high mileage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79489750?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79489750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79489750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79489750' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79475992</id><published>2002-07-27T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-27T10:30:35.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;why won't the torment go away?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent 3 hours last night on top of my house, contemplating whether to jump or not. just one of those times you question your purpose if life. as one person in this huge ass world, i don't think me missing would make too much of a difference. but the other way of thinking about it is that everything you do affects others in one way or another (like in the movie &lt;u&gt;run lola run&lt;/u&gt;) and with me missing, a profound effect will occur to people, and experiences will be missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. my mind is just being ripped apart by these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 16 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79475992?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79475992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79475992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79475992' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79457708</id><published>2002-07-26T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T18:54:59.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was brave&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was stronger&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could feel no pain&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was young &lt;br /&gt;i wish i was shy &lt;br /&gt;i wish i was honest&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was you not i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;i feel so mad&lt;br /&gt;i feel so angry&lt;br /&gt;i feel so callous&lt;br /&gt;so lost, confused, just mad&lt;br /&gt;i feel so cheap&lt;br /&gt;so used, unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;let's start over&lt;br /&gt;let's start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was smart&lt;br /&gt;I wish i made cures for &lt;br /&gt;how people are&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had power&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could lead&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could change the world &lt;br /&gt;for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;i feel so mad&lt;br /&gt;i feel so angry&lt;br /&gt;i feel so callous&lt;br /&gt;so lost, confused, just mad&lt;br /&gt;i feel so cheap&lt;br /&gt;so used, unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;let's start over&lt;br /&gt;let's start over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79457708?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79457708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79457708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79457708' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79446769</id><published>2002-07-26T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T13:28:51.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;college woes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had orientation week all set up and the such, and it looked like it was gonna work out. &lt;br /&gt;fly in: 11&lt;br /&gt;orientation: 12 - 13&lt;br /&gt;comet camp: 14-16&lt;br /&gt;bemani meltdown: 16-17&lt;br /&gt;move into dorm: 18&lt;br /&gt;classes start: 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, my mom wants me to fly back either on the 13th or 14th, skip comet camp, then fly back to dallas on the 20th with her to buy various crap for my dorm room. i'm thinking it would cost a whole lot less if i didn't have to keep flying back and forth from el paso, but i also really wanted to go to bemani meltdown &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it turns out that the residental life office at UTD never got my housing application! fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;augh. if preparing for college is this hard...gawd, i don't want to think about college then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79446769?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79446769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79446769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79446769' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79436221</id><published>2002-07-26T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T08:33:55.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow, like, &lt;u&gt;goldmember&lt;/u&gt; has to be the best movie i've seen this summer (well, not as good as &lt;u&gt;spiderman&lt;/u&gt;, but you get the idea). it was kinda funny, because i had just played a few games of ddr at the mall, and was heading out when i ran into garett and &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/knarf"&gt;frank&lt;/a&gt;. they were gonna go see the 10:30 showing of austin powers, so i decided why not, gave my mom a call, and went to go see it. great movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i also tried that new pepsi blue fushion stuff. pepsi + berry flavoring + blue color isn't all that great, but because it's new, i hafta be a corporate whore and say that it is great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for a new countdown...countdown till ryan leaves el paso for dallas for college. yea~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;countdown: 17 days (counting today because it just started)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79436221?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79436221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79436221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79436221' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79393329</id><published>2002-07-25T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T10:28:49.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;how much love is there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it wrong that i love someone with such intense feelings, yet they might not love me as much back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was up all night contemplating this daunting deal, for maybe such love is irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just being silly, should just ignore the feelings, and try to even out the field with her feelings for me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or should i just accept the fact that love is love, and despite it's quantity, depend on it's quality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79393329?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79393329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79393329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79393329' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79354490</id><published>2002-07-24T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T12:33:01.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;i still don’t get my mom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i awoke at 2:30 am last night to hear my mom yelling at me. trying to talk to her just resulted in a 30 minute scream-fest at me about how i wrecked her credit. surprisingly, however, she was able to buy my older sister a brand new car with this so called “bad credit.” the reason the bad credit is my fault is because I was visiting a friend, and when we were driving around the dallas area, we get into a car accident. coming back home from it, i thought that our life insurance would cover the cost, but as usual, dex got the short end: i was never included in our family’s policy. so, now she is determined that I find a way to get the 500 bill paid off through the insurance. my favorite quote of the night: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: “how am i supposed to handle your credit? it’s not easy, i’m only fuckin 18!!”&lt;br /&gt;mom: “you idiot, credit is as easy as a-b-c.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* and now, she wakes me up at 7:30 and tells me that i need to go to work for her. . . AUGH. i’m gonna go, but knowing her, i’ll be there till 11:30 (when I need to be home at 11:00) and she won’t pay me for working. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that keeps me going is the fact that i will be out of here in less than a month. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79354490?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79354490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79354490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79354490' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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-3536760.post-79331416</id><published>2002-07-23T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T23:07:44.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's just one of those days &lt;br /&gt;where ya don't wanna wake up &lt;br /&gt;everything is fucked, everybody sucks. &lt;br /&gt;you don't really know why &lt;br /&gt;but you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off &lt;br /&gt;no human contact &lt;br /&gt;and if you interact your life is on contract &lt;br /&gt;your best bet is to stay away mother fucker &lt;br /&gt;it's just one of those days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the he said she said bullshit &lt;br /&gt;i think you better quit lettin' shit slip &lt;br /&gt;or you'll be leavin with a fat lip &lt;br /&gt;it's all about the he said she said bullshit &lt;br /&gt;i think you better quit talkin' that shit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just one of those days &lt;br /&gt;feelin' like a freight train &lt;br /&gt;first one to complain &lt;br /&gt;leaves with a blood stain &lt;br /&gt;damn right I'm a maniac &lt;br /&gt;you better watch your back &lt;br /&gt;cuz I'm fuckin' up your program &lt;br /&gt;and if you're stuck up &lt;br /&gt;you just lucked up &lt;br /&gt;next in line to get fucked up &lt;br /&gt;your best bet is to stay away motherfucker &lt;br /&gt;it's just one of those days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the he said she said bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;i think you better quit lettin shit slip &lt;br /&gt;or you'll be leavin with a fat lip &lt;br /&gt;it's all about the he said she said bullshit &lt;br /&gt;i think you better quit talkin that shit, punk &lt;br /&gt;so come and get it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like shit &lt;br /&gt;my suggestion is to keep your distance &lt;br /&gt;cuz right now i'm dangerous &lt;br /&gt;we've all felt like shit &lt;br /&gt;and been treated like shit &lt;br /&gt;all those motherfuckers, they want to step up &lt;br /&gt;i hope ya know &lt;br /&gt;i pack a chainsaw &lt;br /&gt;i'll skin your ass raw &lt;br /&gt;and if my day keeps going this way &lt;br /&gt;i just might break something tonight &lt;br /&gt;give me something to break &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pack a chainsaw &lt;br /&gt;i'll skin your ass raw &lt;br /&gt;and if my day keeps going this way &lt;br /&gt;i just might break your fuckin' face tonite &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3536760-79331416?l=kimcicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79331416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3536760/posts/default/79331416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kimcicle.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79331416' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17420323170531491510</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>
