<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342</id><updated>2009-02-21T07:35:32.957-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tiberius</title><subtitle type='html'>I am Tiberius. I am cold as ice, swift, silent. There is nothing I can't do, no one better than me. What do I do? I wish I knew.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-114110178513875508</id><published>2006-02-27T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T22:43:05.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Excuse to Image Host</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/1384/1600/Facts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/1384/400/Facts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this isn't really an entry, just hosting an image. I want this for the new Debate Logo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-114110178513875508?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/114110178513875508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=114110178513875508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/114110178513875508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/114110178513875508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2006/02/excuse-to-image-host.html' title='An Excuse to Image Host'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113915367777982522</id><published>2006-02-05T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T09:34:41.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>System Status: Offline</title><content type='html'>Ugggg....what a freakin long couple of days. Had a debate tournament down south a ways, spent the night. The school was the one that the State Competition in a Month is going to be in so that was kinda a bummer. I always like to get to see whatever huge school it's going to be in and this one wasn't all that impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the results were spectacular though. I won FX Outright. 1st place. Not only that, I got 1st in Prelims and 1st in Semies, in addition to 1st place. Really kick ass. Then I got 2nd place in Impromptu. It's a blow off "for fun" event, but that's still pretty damn cool. Then I got 5th place in Student Congress. I think I did a bit better than that, but oh well. Stuff happens.  So I'm qualified for state in FX, LD Debate, and Congress now. Pretty darn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent most of my time with my gf while I was there. We're doing most awesome. Her sister is expecting, so she's excited about getting to be an Aunt in the next 9 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod scared me the other day though. I thought the Harddrive in the thing crapped out on me, but apparently there was just some serious data corruption or somethin. I let it sit for a couple of days then I got back last night and tried to reformat it and it worked so I loaded the music back on and I'm guessing it'll work okay now. Have to see though. If not, I'm gonna get one of those big 20 Gig iRivers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113915367777982522?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113915367777982522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113915367777982522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113915367777982522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113915367777982522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2006/02/system-status-offline.html' title='System Status: Offline'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113733667958147542</id><published>2006-01-15T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T08:51:19.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Metroid Prime!</title><content type='html'>Ugg...the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lugian"&gt;Lugian&lt;/a&gt; said what now? Long time no post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been goin on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend and I are doing wonderful. Very good relationship, couldn't be luckier or happier....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished up a Defensive Driving course...IQ is now 30 points lower. I have solved the mystery of why those courses exist...it's not to inform you, or teach you anything...that's bullshit. The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; reason they make the course like that is to scare you shitless. Not of what might happen if you're a dumbass behind the wheel, or of what the "law" will do to you...no, it's to terrify you of  having to ever take that course again. They don't demand your soul, they don't ask for your first born...they want your money and a big chunk of your brain and some of us can't pay that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've developed a slight Battlefield 2 addiction...very small. It's sort of like a Massively Multiplayer Online First Person Shooter. MMOFPS. There's a ranking system and on the majority of servers, the better you do, the more points you get. As you get more points, you can rank up and get cooler weapons. I'm a Corporal right now and about 1000 points away from being a Seargent. I have like 1500 points I think. It's all cool. I hate playing as mideast or, as I like to call them, "ragfags" though. Something about having all the comm chatter be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arabic&lt;/span&gt; grates on me. You'll be sitting there trying to nail some guy and all of a sudden what sounds like an earsplitting shriek will come over the comm, but it's really the commander or someone issuing an order. Course, by then you're so screwed up the guy you were trying to shank has come back around and used your distraction to kill you and then riddle your corpse with bullets, the gaming equivilent of an unspoken "fuck you, prickface". Thus the game is elevated from simple competition into the realm of "personal vendettas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework sucks. I shall say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be hosting the TFA Debate Tourny at my school next weekend. That shall suck. THen next weekend is some UIL thing. More suckiness. Then after that there will be other things. And they shall suck too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the &lt;a href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2006/01/14/wiran14.xml&amp;sSheet=/news/2006/01/14/ixworld.html"&gt;leader of Iran&lt;/a&gt; is gay. Gaygaygaygaygaygaygay. He may not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; he's gay, but he is rooty tooty, fresh'n fruity. And I dunno who the people who put him in power are, but they're gay too. Click on the text that says "leader of Iran" and you will join me in screaming "GAY!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113733667958147542?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comic.php?d=20021125' title='Sweet Metroid Prime!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113733667958147542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113733667958147542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113733667958147542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113733667958147542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2006/01/sweet-metroid-prime.html' title='Sweet Metroid Prime!'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113478953753032835</id><published>2005-12-16T21:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:18:57.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*blissful sigh*</title><content type='html'>Ooohhhh today was soooo wonderful. My girlfriend and I spent 6 hours over at my house....oh man that was great. We watched a movie that was weird but really good together, then played a game, and mum was nice enough to fix dinner and let her stay for that, then we talked and held eachother while listening to music in my room. *sighs happily* Mmm....that's about the best day I've had in a long time. Possibly ever. I can't wait till we see eachother again. And I really hope we get another day like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113478953753032835?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113478953753032835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113478953753032835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113478953753032835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113478953753032835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/12/blissful-sigh.html' title='*blissful sigh*'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113427401430866850</id><published>2005-12-10T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:07:50.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*sighs blissfully*</title><content type='html'>Mmm...me and my girlfriend went shopping for eachother for Christmas today. Ohh it was so good. The mall was really crowded, and that was a bit of a bummer, but we got to spend time in checkout lines holding eachother, so that made up for it. We went out to eat at Joe's Crabshack after my parents took a Christmas Card pic of me and my bro, then took a couple of pics of me and my sweetie. They turned out pretty good. Course, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; look pretty swell together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was a really good day. She and I are hoping we can spend tomorrow evening at my house. Maybe we can watch a movie or something in the game room. There's a nice futon we can curl up together on. *sighs happily* Being with her is just...it's really the most wonderful thing in the world. She just couldn't be a better girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113427401430866850?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113427401430866850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113427401430866850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113427401430866850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113427401430866850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/12/sighs-blissfully.html' title='*sighs blissfully*'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113366957445017377</id><published>2005-12-03T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:12:54.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude!!</title><content type='html'>The choir's Christmas concert is next Tuesday! We're doing two different things. First, we're doing a really beautiful, traditional Christmas Mass service. First time our choir has done a full work of a composer in years, so we're pretty pumped over that one. I know I'm pretty excited to be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second piece is a more fun, light hearted "regular" Christmas piece. "Mister Santa", "Deck the Halls", songs like that. I get a solo! It's a really long one two. Like a minute and a half. I sing most of "I"ll be Home for Chirstmas". Very sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113366957445017377?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113366957445017377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113366957445017377&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113366957445017377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113366957445017377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/12/dude.html' title='Dude!!'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113341473856060193</id><published>2005-11-30T23:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T23:30:11.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*drools* (click me)</title><content type='html'>Okay...with the exception of my drop dead gorgeous girlfriend (which, btw sweetie, you looked outrageously good today, love that pink sweater/shirt thing..I believe you know the outfit I'm talking about), this is about the sexiest thing ever. Ctrl-Alt-Del is going to have an animated series now. That is just too freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cad-animation.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.cad-animation.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only bad thing about this is, it costs 20 bucks a year and all you get is 12, 4 minute episodes. I may like split the cost with someone and share an account. Maybe my bro or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trailer does look cool though....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113341473856060193?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/' title='*drools* (click me)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113341473856060193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113341473856060193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113341473856060193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113341473856060193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/11/drools-click-me.html' title='*drools* (click me)'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113266488180538796</id><published>2005-11-22T07:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T13:41:10.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halleuja!</title><content type='html'>She said yes! She said yes! She said yes! My best friend and I were talking last night and we started talking about us and we both got really antsy and nervous and we worked around to agreeing to stop bsing outselves and then I asked her if she would be my girl friend and accept my love as such and she said YES! Oh my GOD it was wonderful! We spent 5 hours talking last night and we didn't want to quit then, but we're going to be together as much as possible today and didn't want, much, to spend it just sleeping together on a couch somewhere. But oh God that was great....I've never felt anything so wonderful in all my life....hehe, we were both fascinated calling eachother boyfriend and girlfriend.....hehehe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113266488180538796?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113266488180538796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113266488180538796&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113266488180538796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113266488180538796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/11/halleuja.html' title='Halleuja!'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113260790815844472</id><published>2005-11-21T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T21:13:24.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Polish Monkey!</title><content type='html'>Whooooaaaaa...long time no post. Let's see, what's happened recently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the social front....wow. I've had two choir event since last post. The first was region. My best friend and I spent the day flirting a good deal with eachother. Nothing relaly major there. The next was the Region Clinic. Ho...ly....crap. We spent the entire day all over eachother, rubbing eachother's backs, cuddling, and then I kissed the side of her head and said I love you when I took her home. Then over the course of the week we started off not doing anything, then got progressively closer, with me being able to rub her back and neck and not have her jump. She's a touch on the...uneasy side with such things, and is very ticklish, so normally I can't do anything like rub her back or hold her without her squirming away laughing or something. Then the past weekend was a Speech and Debate tourny we both went too....wow. We spent both days cuddling and rubbing eachother's backs, then on the way home saturday, we had a 45 minute ride home, so we curled up together under my jacket and fell asleep holding hands, our heads together. That was just an awesome feeling.....anyway, we talked Sunday night and were very....lovey. Best way to say it. Anyway, we're supposed to go out together and see the new Harry Potter movie and then hang out. Her twin sis wants to go, and I suppose I'm okay with it, but both of us are kinda reluctant and wanna go alone. Well...check that, we want to go alone but at the same time want a group. I said it'd be okay if we take her sis along and left the decision up to her. I think we might actually be going to finally, as my other friend puts it, quit buill shiting eachother and actually be honest about our relationship. Lord I hope so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, took care of the ticket I got. I had to pay court fees and I'm on probation for like 90 days, which is basically "If you so much as look guilty, we can string you up." under this completely bull shit legal system we have. Soon as I take over the world, I'm executing each and every single &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=bureaucrat"&gt;bureaucrat&lt;/a&gt; in the nation. IE: 95% of government workers. Long as I don't get into a wreck or speed or do anything, it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm qualified for State in Lincoln-Douglas Debate now...whoot. Hopefully I'll qual in Foreign Extemp speaking too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Link: &lt;a href="http://www.break.com"&gt;Break.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a very cool site with lots of hillarious videos. The ones with college guys, lighter fluid (or gas), and matches are the best. I can't wait to go college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113260790815844472?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113260790815844472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113260790815844472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113260790815844472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113260790815844472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/11/polish-monkey.html' title='Polish Monkey!'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113029180883309252</id><published>2005-10-25T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T20:56:48.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pillar of Autumn</title><content type='html'>Whoot! We had our first Choir concert of the year...duuuuuddeee that was sooooo awesome. First time my school's had a men's choir in forever and we rocked. Best choir concert the school's had in ages and I got to be in it. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Word!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It actually DID get cold here and stayed cold for two days. Well..semi cold....like 21C or so. 70F. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHhhh and apparently if my best friend's sister was flirting with me, it was "unintentional". She has the hotts for another guy, so dodged a bullet there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113029180883309252?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/?t=archives&amp;date=2004-01-07' title='The Pillar of Autumn'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113029180883309252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113029180883309252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113029180883309252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113029180883309252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/10/pillar-of-autumn.html' title='The Pillar of Autumn'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-113001270498963989</id><published>2005-10-22T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T15:30:30.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth and Reconciliation</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, we're "supposed" to be getting the first cold front of the year sometime in the next 36 hours. Assuming Lewis Black isn't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;right and Meterologist &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean "liar" in English, it should get down to a whopping 77 degrees here. That's 25 degrees for those of you stuck on Celcius. Those in the Northern lattitudes, enjoying temperatures far lower than that may laugh, but it's better than the 90F/33C we've been having. Click on the link in the title (IE: Just click on the title) to see what those of us down here think of such weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a fender bender last week....really freaking pissed me off. It was raining and my breaks don't work in the rain (I have a 1968 Mustang with the old style breaks) too well so when I pushed on the break pedal for a stop light, they didn't work. I pushed again and only one side worked, sending me into a spin whereby I broad sided the car in the lane next to me. Thank God for superior steel and construction used in old cars...my fender and bumper are a bit bent. The truck I hit had it's front driver side fender and door completely trashed. Door didn't even fit in the frame properly anymore. No injuries fortuantly, but I got a ticket from *long string of racial and intellectual invectives* cop. Thou may call me a bigot myself, but how else do you explain her 1. Failure to understand the concept of "beyond anyone's ability to prevent due to nature of the equipment" 2. Issuing the ticket for "Failure to control speed" and 3. Fact that she was an old mexican woman and the person I hit was an old mexican woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and uh...social stuff yeah....I'm a wee bit freaked...cause for the past week, my best friend's sister has, I think...&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;been flirting with me. And I've been flirting back without thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So yeah...I'm a wee bit freaked since this is the twin sister of my best friend, the one I had a crush on for like a year and a half....I'm not gonna do anything about it right now though.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-113001270498963989?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/?t=archives&amp;date=2004-12-27' title='Truth and Reconciliation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/113001270498963989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=113001270498963989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113001270498963989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/113001270498963989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/10/truth-and-reconciliation.html' title='Truth and Reconciliation'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112903150903883477</id><published>2005-10-11T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T06:51:49.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blarg</title><content type='html'>Uggg...PMS sucks. THat would be the explanation my best friend gave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently she wasn't pissed at me, things are fine now, healing process begins. Thank you God for small favors....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112903150903883477?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112903150903883477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112903150903883477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112903150903883477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112903150903883477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/10/blarg.html' title='Blarg'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112882137438555948</id><published>2005-10-08T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T20:29:34.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord Help and Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>My God...this has been about the worst week of my life. I don't want to go into all the details, but basically I think I may have seriously hurt my best friend and driven her away from me. I don't know yet, because I haven't been able to talk to her all day, but my God I'm scared right now...if I've lost her, I don't know how I'm going to recover. I don't think I can take losing the most wonderful person in my life....especially not when I need them most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112882137438555948?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112882137438555948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112882137438555948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112882137438555948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112882137438555948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/10/lord-help-and-forgive-me.html' title='Lord Help and Forgive Me'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112864589694585642</id><published>2005-10-06T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T07:20:37.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quintessence</title><content type='html'>I wrote a sonnet about my current love life..I think it's rather good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Quintessence &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We danced around each other for months, years,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever we flirted, never a couple,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friend and then best friend, whispers in our ears;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We care, we love, we want, what’s the trouble?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have all that I want, all that I need,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I give all you’ve not had, all that you want,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yet still you refuse me, making me bleed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart you have broken, my soul you daunt,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Emotion and gentleness, both have failed me, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Logic and reason are my last option,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fear they will fail too, please hear my plea,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me love you, let us feel elation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breathlessly I await thine word a new,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Feverishly I pray, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dieu avec vous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All the webs broken, all the tools fall broken from my hands. At the end, nothing works. - Marine General Kemal Scaragoglu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112864589694585642?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112864589694585642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112864589694585642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112864589694585642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112864589694585642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/10/quintessence.html' title='Quintessence'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112741734060406047</id><published>2005-09-22T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:29:00.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane? Pah!</title><content type='html'>So much for Rita. Supposed to come smack where I live (Corpus Christi) but now it looks like Louisiana is gonna get  pwned again. Or maybe Houston. Hopefully it'll just decide to go and finish the job in New Orleans. Nobody there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had originally planed to fly out today, but there's no point now so we're just trying to work up the energy to go and undo the boards over the windows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my poor best friend...she asked the guy out Wednesday. Not only did he say, no, not only was his excuse lame (Uh...I was planning on asking this other girl out...) but he lied to boot. I had asked him, twice, what his plans were and the first time he said "Well, I think I'll go but probably not with anyone." and the second time "Oh, there's nobody I wanna ask out and I don't think I'll be going anyway." And the second time was only a few hours before my best friend asked him out. Oh and furthermore, the girl he said he was going to ask out already has a steady boyfriend and has had'em for about a year or so and I would be somewhat surprised to learn he didn't know that. Oh, I suppose this all could be innnocent...perhaps he changed his mind over the day. And the fact that he spent two days with said girl having her help him with a project he's doing this year that she had to do last year might indicate he has some sort of affection for her beyond friends. HOwever, the odds of him not knowing about her bf, precisely because of that time together, are slim. My best friend's not sure what she wants to do about yet. God be with her, whatever she does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112741734060406047?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.intellicast.com/Local/USNationalWide.asp?loc=usa&amp;seg=StormCenter&amp;prodgrp=TrackingCharts&amp;product=HurTrack2&amp;prodnav=none&amp;pid=none' title='Hurricane? Pah!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112741734060406047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112741734060406047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112741734060406047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112741734060406047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurricane-pah.html' title='Hurricane? Pah!'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112716645996959630</id><published>2005-09-19T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T16:47:39.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yech</title><content type='html'>Ugg...I got sick after lunch today I still feel like crap. Must be some stomach/intestinal virus....much bad things happened. Probably won't go to tae-kwan-do tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe, yesterday was great. I spent 4 hours over at my best friends house trying to studdy with her sister, but we were in my friend's room and she has all these pillows so it ended up into a pillow/tickle fight most of the time. Everyone but me got doubled teamed at some point, which is really odd. You'dve thought the sisters would've gone after the one guy in the room. Hehe...it was great, my best friend kicked out at me and it was just like to the shins, and I was like "What is that? You need to kick higher!" so she does and I caught her foot and knocked her on onto her bed on her back and held her feet while I tickled them. That was fun. SHe was trying to kick me off but she couldn't kick to well she was laughing so hard..heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugg! She finally decided that she's going to ask the guy she has a crush on out to the Homecomming dance (dunno 'bout choice of things to go to) and he was apparently too stressed today so she didn't want to ask him out. It's bloody monday.....how cna you be that stressed.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112716645996959630?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112716645996959630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112716645996959630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112716645996959630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112716645996959630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/09/yech.html' title='Yech'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112683682388726472</id><published>2005-09-15T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T21:13:43.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew....</title><content type='html'>Ugg, what a hectic, wrotten, and all around sucky past week or so. Got up and back from Kansas okay. Nice to see my aunt again, just wish it wouldn't have been to go to her husband's funeral....I do sooo love the weather up there. They start complaining if it get's above 30% humidity whereas here it's normal for it to be around 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is going on.....let's see, I had a ton of make up work but I finally got most of that done. Just one last test to take tomorrow. I made up a biology test yesterday and it raped me hardcore. I found out that even if I make it to Region (and both Choir directors think I can), i can't go because I have some stupid Law Forum to go to. It's a pretty exclusive thing, I had to get nominated and pay some serious change for it, and I suppose it'll look really good on my resume, but I do NOT want to spend a week in D.C. wearing a suit and dealing with snobbish lawyer wanna-bes and having some pricks who think they're God ordering me around. I'd much rather go to Region competition. Ugg...maybe I won't make it and it won't be a concearn.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my best friend, the one that I love very deeply and would do anything for and would think I'd died in heaven if I could have a romantic relationship with her, that she ought to act on a crush she has and ask this guy out...and that hurt a bit more than I thought it would. I got kinda upset and was a little rude to her and I felt soooo bad for that. But she wasn't mad or upset or anything and forgave me. *sighs* Oh she's so soooo tragically wonderful like that. It was still kinda painful though...I wish she'd ask him out though. Now that I'm over it (well, as over it as I'm gonna get anyway), I don't even really mind that she told me she didn't and wouldn't want to date anyone for awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word is that my grandmother's got less than 24 hours to live. Sliding downhill fast. I've been volunteered to read at her funeral if my aunts can't do it. I wonder when that'll be....hope I don't have to miss much more school for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had an emotional semi-break down tuesday. I had a ton of homework, I got home late (though I didn't mind that since I was taking my best friend out to get some school stuff and then home), dad was really pissing me off, and I've been under so much freaking stress lately. Deaths in the family, 9 hours of school a day, make up work, grades to worry about...the list goes on. I was talking to my best friend and I don't even remmber what we were talking about, but dad started screaming at me to get off the computer and go to bed so I got really mad, shut the computer off without even saying goodbye, and then I was upset at dad, and I felt bad because I didn't say good bye, and there was just so much shit going on...I curled up in the shower and cried for awhile, then I felt like throwing up and while I stopped that feeling, I didn't know why I felt like throwing up so that made me cry even more....that was a really crappy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...I can't think of anything else...oh yeah, let's just put it this way. I'm going to be spending a great deal of time reviewing my best friend for every little thing in Government. A LOT of time. *glares pointedly in her direction*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I need to get the garage cleaned out so I can put my car in there so it'll stop being dirty and the windows fogged up in the morning when I go to school. But dad piles so much freaking CRAP in there it's hard as hell. I spent an hour this evening and got a pretty big chunk of it tidied up, but there's just sooo much that I don't know what it is, I don't know where it might go, and I can't find any space anywhere to put it. It's very frusturating. Especially when he's been going "Well, you need to clean the garage out so you can put your car in...it's gonna get messed up if you don't." Never midn the fact that when I got the car, I started cleaning the garage up a bit, just the things I knew what to do with, with the assumption that he'd deal with his stuff....no, he just tossed more crap in there and made it even more cluttered than it was before I started...grrrrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112683682388726472?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112683682388726472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112683682388726472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112683682388726472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112683682388726472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/09/whew.html' title='Whew....'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112569825071827689</id><published>2005-09-02T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:57:30.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon Dieu....</title><content type='html'>My uncle just passed away this morning. He had blot clots in his lungs and while they got rid of those, he wasn't doing a lot better. He was starting to get better, but took a turn for the worst this morning and died. He lives up in Kansas and I live down in South Texas. We're leaving Monday and the funeral is on Wednesday. It's just really...kinda sudden. And now I have to miss all of next week of school which is going to put me sooo far behind.  *sighs* What a depressing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only flipside is, Sunday I'm gonna try and spend the afternoon with my best friend just hanging out. Take my mind off of things and be like a bright spot on an otherwise bleak horizon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112569825071827689?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112569825071827689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112569825071827689&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112569825071827689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112569825071827689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/09/mon-dieu.html' title='Mon Dieu....'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112394326757520329</id><published>2005-08-13T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:27:47.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have failed me for the last time....*force choke*</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. What's happened since the last one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a wisdome tooth out last tuesday. The surgery went fine, no problems, but I had a bad reaction to the sedative they used. Long story short, I turned into this really frightening, crazy demon. I was "Extremely belligerent, mean, angry, and combative." Apparently there was some concearn that I'd deck the nurse and/or need to be restrained. I woke up from the sedative (technically anyway) at about 10:45 or so, but it seems that everything that I "remember" between then and about 3:30 when I woke up from a nap is a total and complete fiction that I made up in my head. The best one was when I was marching in place in the airport (we stopped so I could go to the bathroom and get a drink) and then started goose stepping back and forth, claiming that I was just pacing to try and clear my head. And I sent an e-mail or two and didn't know it untill I got a reply. And then the pain killesr...whoa...those do one hell of a number on me. The first couple of days I dont' remember a lot, but like the other day, I took one after school and then that evening I was talking to my best friend....good God, I'm never taking those again. Needless to say I apologized to her the very next day and swore up and down I'd never ever take those pills again. I also need to apologize to her mother the next time I see her...but let's not go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school started up again. I hate my schedule. Passionately. I have B lunch, which means I'm starving to death by the time lunch rolls around. I have a 0 period that starts an hour before the rest of school which is really cool, but then I have the B lunch thing which really sucks things up. And even worse, I don't get to see hardly any of my friends during the day except in one class and then at lunch, and except for 7th period which is Debate/Theatre, I never get to see my best friend. I feel real bad for her because she's the only one in our group that has A lunch so she's all alone then. I tried to get A lunch and a few things changed in my schedule, but that completely fell through. And the school admins are totaly retarded. B lunch is already really crowded. One of them said that much on the anouncements that morning and said he was going to try and fix it. Then another one of them goes into some biology and other science classes that afternoon and says "Okay, instead of A lunch, all of you are in B lunch now." So they added MORE people to B lunch. How stupid can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm pretty ticked off with school this year. On a high note I did join Choir this year and I was nervous at first, but I think I'm really going to enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112394326757520329?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112394326757520329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112394326757520329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112394326757520329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112394326757520329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-have-failed-me-for-last-timeforce.html' title='You have failed me for the last time....*force choke*'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112350849685757577</id><published>2005-08-08T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T08:41:36.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts of Gord</title><content type='html'>Please note, I have a new link. The Acts of Gord.  These are perhaps the funniest stories of sheer idiocy you will ever read. They are the stories of a game rental store owner in Canada and the sheer idiocy he dealt with on a near daily basis. Truly inspiring if you work in the retail business. There's 10 Books, but only 9 are listed on the main site. The 10th can be accessed only by viewing the 9th Chapter of the 9th Book and clicking on the link beneath the other Books that reads "The End..." Let me post what the creator of the site wrote, for they explain The Gord better than I ever could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.actsofgord.com/dkletter/a.gif" height="38" width="31" /&gt;h Gord…                Who is this Gord? Well, let me tell you about Gord.&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.actsofgord.com/dkletter/i.gif" height="37" width="31" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; took it              upon myself to bring the slobbering masses into my embrace, and              occasionally one aspiring demigod stood above the rest, and proved              himself worthy of the name Owner. One of my most promising Keepers              of the Retail Faith was The Gord. "Go," I said unto The Gord. "Go,              and continue to give to the masses what they so richly deserve!" And              he did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.actsofgord.com/dkletter/b.gif" height="37" width="32" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ut the              story was not yet over. For some time The Gord and I concurrently              kept The Retail Faith. His Establishment maintained, surpassed and              soon eclipsed mine in sheer Consumer Idiocy. Tales were told that              begged disbelief. "No one," we thought, "Is really that stupid." But              the stories continued, and the cries of the wretched grew louder and              more plentiful. The stories were true: The Gord had become an Owner              in Hell. Witness after Witness held forth tales of lunacy and mental              vacuousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;           &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.actsofgord.com/dkletter/a.gif" height="38" width="31" /&gt;nd when I travelled from the hallowed            halls of my Game Store and visited the Game Store of The Gord, the            truth became apparent. I have no cause to disbelieve the veracity of            the tales told here. The truth, it would certainly seem, is contained            herein. Go now, and read of The Gord, and know that he has walked the            path of the Game Store Owner, and that he has suffered for all of us.&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;              &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.actsofgord.com/dkletter/i.gif" height="37" width="31" /&gt; knew him as Gord.  These were his              stories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112350849685757577?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112350849685757577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112350849685757577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112350849685757577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112350849685757577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/08/acts-of-gord.html' title='Acts of Gord'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112333757244896422</id><published>2005-08-06T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:56:08.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Games Cause Violence? BS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://economist.com/printedition/displayStory.cfm?Story_ID=4246109"&gt;The Economist - Games = Violence is Bunk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This great article from The Economist really sticks it to people who have this really confused notion that video games cause violence. It blames the stigma on old farts who don't understand or play games and creates several excellent analogies to explain that pattern of "Old is Good, New is Bunk." Very much worth a read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112333757244896422?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112333757244896422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112333757244896422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112333757244896422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112333757244896422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/08/video-games-cause-violence-bs.html' title='Video Games Cause Violence? BS!'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112326060980797305</id><published>2005-08-05T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T09:25:21.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity Check</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://privat.swol.de/OliverLang/plantotk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://privat.swol.de/OliverLang/plantotk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, okay, check my sanity on this. I wanna take over South America. As in rule it. My family thinks I'm nuts. Here's my plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a bunch of money and raise myself a small mercenary army. Then I pick out one country down in South America that has a barely functioning government but pretty good real-estate. I think use my Mercenaries to knock off the existing government and then install my own. I then spend several years fixing that country up and generally getting the people to be happy with the new government. Then I expand. Once built up, I offer smaller, less developed countries on the border 2 options: 1 - Swear fealty to me and be a subordinate State (getting plenty of advantages by doing so of course) or 2 - Be Taken Over by my nation by force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the process over and over again and turn SA around over a period of 50 years or so. With advances in medical technology, I figure I'll have plenty of life span to mess around with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is my basic idea somewhat logical or am I just totaly insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Feck. I had a big long thing typed up about my first lesson back at Tae-Kwan-Do but the internet ate it spit the pieces out to God only knows where. Long story short, it went well, I enjoyed it, and I surprised the hell out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall instead post this: GOLDFINGER ROCKS! 99 Red Balloons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You and I in a little toy shop&lt;br /&gt;buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got&lt;br /&gt;Set them free at the break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;'Til one by one, they were gone&lt;br /&gt;Back at base, bugs in the software&lt;br /&gt;Flash the message, "Something's out there"&lt;br /&gt;Floating in the summer sky&lt;br /&gt;99 red balloons go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 red balloons floating in the summer sky&lt;br /&gt;Panic bells, it's red alert&lt;br /&gt;There's something here from somewhere else&lt;br /&gt;The war machine, it springs to life&lt;br /&gt;Opens up one eager eye&lt;br /&gt;Focusing it on the sky&lt;br /&gt;As 99 red balloons go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Decision Street, 99 ministers meet&lt;br /&gt;To worry, worry, super-scurry&lt;br /&gt;Call out the troops now in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've waited for&lt;br /&gt;This is it boys, this is war&lt;br /&gt;The president is on the line&lt;br /&gt;As 99 red balloons go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 Kriegsminister&lt;br /&gt;Streichholz und Benzinkanister&lt;br /&gt;Hielten sich fuer schlaue Leute&lt;br /&gt;Witterten schon fette Beute&lt;br /&gt;Riefen: Krieg und wollten Macht&lt;br /&gt;Mann, wer haette das gedacht&lt;br /&gt;Dass es einmal soweit kommt&lt;br /&gt;Wegen 99 Luftballons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99 dreams I have had&lt;br /&gt;In every one a red balloon&lt;br /&gt;It's all over and I'm standin' pretty&lt;br /&gt;In the dust that was a city&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a souvenier&lt;br /&gt;Just to prove the world was here...&lt;br /&gt;And here it is, a red balloon&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112326060980797305?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112326060980797305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112326060980797305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112326060980797305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112326060980797305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/08/sanity-check.html' title='Sanity Check'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112316639194664987</id><published>2005-08-04T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T18:42:14.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*frowns*</title><content type='html'>My best friend finally got around to checking her mail and sending me her schedule and I'm not pleased. She's making one schedule change and after she does that, we won't have a single class together unless that change causes another class to shift periods, putting us together. With any luck at all, we'll have the same lunch, but if we don't, I'm going to be highly...irritated. Perhaps so irritated I'll need to...correct the situation. The school has always bent to my Will before. It may find itself needing to do so again. As O'Malley from RvB (points to link column) would say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Universe will be MINE!!! Bwahahaha!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/1384/1600/O%27Malley1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4048/1384/320/O%27Malley1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.quizilla.com/O/OMally/1097076055_omally.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112316639194664987?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112316639194664987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112316639194664987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112316639194664987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112316639194664987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/08/frowns.html' title='*frowns*'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112310924958505582</id><published>2005-08-03T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:47:29.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin</title><content type='html'>There...everything's fully customized. Got myself a nice counter so I can see if anyone actually reads this (thus indicating how paranoid I must be :P), got my links squared away for now, and the template's just how I like it. In other words, perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for high school, I need a PE credit. Since I'm constitutionally incapable of putting up with an organized sport at the school I go to (damn fanatics), and a regular PE class is simply an unacceptable waste of my time, not to mention embarrasing as hell to take and deal with, I'm taking Tae-Kwan-Do again. I took it like 10 years ago at my parents insistance, since my bro does it, and I really didn't like it, but that was mostly because it wasn't my idea to do and I just wanted to be at odds with my parents. Anyway, I'm joining up again, apparently at my old rank, yellow belt with 1 green stripe (IE: Pretty low on the totem pole) and my first class is tonight. I'm not in the best shape, but I do try to work out a bit, lifting weights and stuff, so I figure I can handle this. It'll be good for me. It's going to take some getting used to though...for one, my gi is pretty uncomforatable, it's really hard and stiff, but after wearing it a bit and getting a few runs through the washing machine, I figure it'll get better. The classes are 6:30-8:30 Monday and Wednesday nights and that combined with the fact that I'm taking 8 classes for school this year, instead of the normal 7, means I'm gonna have an insanely busy year. Fortuantly, none of the classes are hard, and since the TKD nights are actually 2 classes, I figure I can just sit there and do homework during one class if I absolutely have to. Gonna have some long nights this year though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, those never-to-be-sufficiently-damned English teachers screw things up again....summer reading projects. Bleh. Dumb idea. I have two projects this summer, 1 on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cry, the Beloved Country &lt;/span&gt;and 1 on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Awakening&lt;/span&gt;....the books themselves weren't bad. CTBC was actually fairly decent. And the project on it was certainly easy. I got it done in short order....the project on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Awakening&lt;/span&gt; though.....*makes cross with fingers* Begone Devil, thou are not wanted here! GAH! That project SUCKS. It's a full blown research paper and I have until Tuesday to do it, even though school doesn't start till Thursday. I'm getting one of my Wisdom teeth out Tuesday and I seriously doubt I'll be in a mood to do any work on it after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112310924958505582?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112310924958505582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112310924958505582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112310924958505582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112310924958505582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/08/fin.html' title='Fin'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15075342.post-112308503710770679</id><published>2005-08-03T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T11:03:57.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo!</title><content type='html'>I took me a bit, but I got my webcam working again and managed to post a pic of myself without any major foul ups. Didn't mean to make a post of it like that, but I got what I wanted in the end. AND I even managed to go and fiddle with HTML code of the place and put my links in there. Anyone who knows me well can now die of shock that I played with the coding and you're still reading this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15075342-112308503710770679?l=hstiberius.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/feeds/112308503710770679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15075342&amp;postID=112308503710770679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112308503710770679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15075342/posts/default/112308503710770679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hstiberius.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoo.html' title='Whoo!'/><author><name>Tiberius</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00761902343902150807</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02836803339750123117'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>