<?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-13426496</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:49:44.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the crazy life of Tim Nelson. Dont like it? Leave.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is me, Tim Nelson. Just a simple Dry Cleaners son. After working in the busness for a good 9 out of 20 years of its existance, i know everything. Trying to keep my life in order, and not trying to spend too much money. Mostly just playing games, working or hanging out with friends is the greatest thing i can do.This is my crazy life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-113314738104715889</id><published>2005-11-27T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:09:41.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>Well i guess its been a while since i have posted. I guess i should start off with, stephanie and i are doing great! I love this girl so much i think i would go crazy if i was without her. She gets me for some reason. I love her. God i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, i have been going to work, and doing school. School sucks. Im deff going to fail spanish, math i thought i was doing ok in, well i got a 63 on my last test, and in english i have a rough draft of a paper due on wed. What crap.  I have been talking with stephanie about what to do and where to go after DT, we have decited to go to App. in the spring, next spring. Even if i dont do well in DT im still going. I hate it here. I wish to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i dont hate here, i just hate DT. It sucks, its borring, and it always has that "kill me......kill me now!" look i get from it. I just want to leave Chapel Hill, leave this place to go find a new life.  All my friends are here, i have a steady job with decent pay, better than most, and im pretty much doing ok mentally. But i suck at school. For me to get good grades i need to quit work, which actually i like doing. I love going to work. It makes me happy. But alas, i must take control of my studies. so i must leave work on to bigger things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one more year of DT wont hurt will it? well who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least i have stephanie. I love her so much, if i didnt think it was too soon, and so many people telling me not to do it.......I would ask her to marry me. She is the one. Yes she has problems, i have problems, but i love her. I love her more than anything. She is "the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i must start a paper, or do something constructive. Anyway im probably going to play some games on my computer.....too bad i have played them all... Oh well fallout 2 here i come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-113314738104715889?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/113314738104715889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=113314738104715889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/113314738104715889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/113314738104715889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-112702221681581674</id><published>2005-09-18T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:55:22.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think she is the one......</title><content type='html'>Sam Barksdale is a good friend, and is really been there for me for some crazy times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our aim conversation, it should explain alot! Thanks for letting me use this sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: fuck&lt;br /&gt;Tim: fuck fuck fuck~&lt;br /&gt;Sam: fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: !&lt;br /&gt;Tim: fuck!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: that's the last thing I'd expect from you&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she is catholic&lt;br /&gt;Sam: so&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ...&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I'm catholic&lt;br /&gt;Tim: her mom told her not to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she siad&lt;br /&gt;Tim: just keep hands to self&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ....i kind of left a&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ....small&lt;br /&gt;Tim: hicky&lt;br /&gt;Tim: on her...&lt;br /&gt;Sam: YOU FUCKING STUD&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it looks like a miskito bite&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i sware!&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i hope it doesnt go farther&lt;br /&gt;Tim: dude&lt;br /&gt;Tim: there is more&lt;br /&gt;Tim: do you believe that love at first sight thing&lt;br /&gt;Sam: well, what you guy's do in your privacy is your business, just act calm and casual around the parents&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;Tim: wel&lt;br /&gt;Tim: so do we&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I had it with Ashley:-D&lt;br /&gt;Tim: oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we&lt;br /&gt;Tim: kind of&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we&lt;br /&gt;Tim: said it&lt;br /&gt;Sam: yeah, you know&lt;br /&gt;Tim: kind of&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but without the l&lt;br /&gt;Tim: L&lt;br /&gt;Tim: word&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I gotcha&lt;br /&gt;Tim: adn&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we are swaring off doing ANYTHING&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we dont want to ruin this&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I'm proud of you man, that's really awesome. It shows you have a lot of respect for her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we really really really really like each other&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i mean&lt;br /&gt;Tim: tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we were on her couch upstairs&lt;br /&gt;Tim: in the rec room&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we fell asleep together&lt;br /&gt;Tim: nothing happened&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and it was THE happiest moments i have ever had&lt;br /&gt;Tim: one of the *&lt;br /&gt;Sam: that's straight man. You know, the best relationships are the one's you put the most feeling into, this might be a crucial one&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we dont want it to end&lt;br /&gt;Tim: its&lt;br /&gt;Tim: amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: well hell man, you two are in control now, maybe it never will&lt;br /&gt;Tim: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tim: dude&lt;br /&gt;Tim: its just&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i said i&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i said i would never ever like to look at another girl again&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i wouldnt care&lt;br /&gt;Tim: dude&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i dont know where this shit is comming from&lt;br /&gt;Tim: its something so deep&lt;br /&gt;Tim: its&lt;br /&gt;Tim: dude, i have dated her a week&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and we are ready to say, well, it!&lt;br /&gt;Sam: nothing wrong with that&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I swore to myself I'd never date again either, but sometimes, things come along that you can't help&lt;br /&gt;Tim: yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i really dont want this to end&lt;br /&gt;Sam: it's up to the both of you know, it's kind of out of everybody else's hands&lt;br /&gt;Tim: im totally not wanting to ruin this&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i dont want to kiss her, i dont want to touch her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: if it means not being able to be with her&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Don't worry about that, just do what's natural. You know how to act like a gentleman, and make a woman feel special&lt;br /&gt;Sam: hell, you give me some of the best advice I've ever heard, so I know you know what your talking about&lt;br /&gt;Tim: thanks&lt;br /&gt;Tim: that means alot&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ....&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i was wondering&lt;br /&gt;Tim: could i post this conversation on my blog?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: go for it&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ok&lt;br /&gt;Tim: well here was my night&lt;br /&gt;Tim: day&lt;br /&gt;Tim: whatever&lt;br /&gt;Tim: anyway&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it started with work, she said that she would stop by for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she came by at 1:00&lt;br /&gt;Tim: left at 5:15&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we kissed for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Tim: durring that&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we talked most of the time&lt;br /&gt;Tim: making jokes, laughing&lt;br /&gt;Sam: sounds good&lt;br /&gt;Tim: me helping customers, or doing some sort of work&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it was great to have her there, or i would not have had anything to do&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it would have sucks&lt;br /&gt;Tim: sucked&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i was alone because my partner did her work, and i said she could go home&lt;br /&gt;Tim: anyway&lt;br /&gt;Tim: then we decited to go to the movies afterwards with christy, mike (my bro) and taku&lt;br /&gt;Tim: all co-workers&lt;br /&gt;Tim: peter, christy's b/f also came along&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it was cool&lt;br /&gt;Sam: that is&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i always liked him better than her husband&lt;br /&gt;Tim: (you heard me)&lt;br /&gt;Tim: they loved stephane&lt;br /&gt;Tim: fuck&lt;br /&gt;Tim: wait&lt;br /&gt;Tim: nevermind&lt;br /&gt;Sam: haha, ok&lt;br /&gt;Tim: thought i spelled it wrong, or maybe i did&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she spells it&lt;br /&gt;Tim: hang on&lt;br /&gt;Tim: no thats right&lt;br /&gt;Tim: sorry its like 1:15&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and i have been up since 7am&lt;br /&gt;Tim: anyway&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she was wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Tim: well we first walked around southpoint for a while&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i bought a new CD, and we had fun&lt;br /&gt;Tim: then we watched the movie&lt;br /&gt;Tim: just like heaven&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it was cheezy as hell&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but ok&lt;br /&gt;Sam: good date movie, I bet&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i held her the whole time&lt;br /&gt;Tim: loved every minute of it&lt;br /&gt;Tim: mike and taku and christy making dumb comments the whole times&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but the kicker was in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Sam: of course&lt;br /&gt;Tim: on the way to the movie,&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i looked into her eyes, and i knew, i was lost forever with her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i told her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: in the best way i could think of&lt;br /&gt;Tim: that i was falling for her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: starting to fall for her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she looked into my eyes, and said, "i know i already am"&lt;br /&gt;Tim: then&lt;br /&gt;Tim: after the movie&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i said, i was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sam: wow&lt;br /&gt;Tim: im not starting to fall for her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i already have&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she said she did too&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we also had a conversation that it was wierd, but totally true that we were&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but i told her, not to say....you know&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ....it&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i told her, that i would just like to not ruin it&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she was fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;Tim: after the movie&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i said good bye to the numb nuts that were annoying me&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and we went to her house&lt;br /&gt;Sam: lol, good idea about the good-bye&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i saw her bro again, he is cool, and we went up stairs, and she started to fall asleep with her head resting on my lab&lt;br /&gt;Tim: lap*&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i smiled&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I bet&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and then laid down next to her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we fell asleep in each others arms&lt;br /&gt;Tim: .....i love kissing her&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i love holding her even more&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she was so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i then had to go&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it was 12&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and she has to wake up at 6&lt;br /&gt;Tim: it took a while, but i got up&lt;br /&gt;Tim: then&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i looked in horror, and saw that i left a small mark&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she was like "haha, yeah right..."&lt;br /&gt;Tim: then she saw my face and said "your kidding right"&lt;br /&gt;Tim: "im soo sorry, it doesnt look that bad&lt;br /&gt;Tim: "&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i said&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she looked horrafied&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she ran to the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and i felt such shame&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i felt horrable&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she is now going to get yelled at by her mom&lt;br /&gt;Tim: her mom wont trust me&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Tim: this shit is crazy&lt;br /&gt;Sam: it'll be alright&lt;br /&gt;Tim: yeah she said that like a million times&lt;br /&gt;Tim: while rubbing her neck&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i told her it looks like a bug bite&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but who knows&lt;br /&gt;Tim: then&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we went to the door, and she said, and i agreeded&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I know how to get rid of it&lt;br /&gt;Tim: agreed&lt;br /&gt;Tim: how?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: how the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ice?&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Tell her to get two washclothes, and soak both in water, put one in the microwave, and get it hot, and put ice-cubes in the other. Put the hot one on for a minute, then switch&lt;br /&gt;Tim: cool&lt;br /&gt;Tim: well&lt;br /&gt;Sam: after your finished, I'll tell you why I know that&lt;br /&gt;Tim: im kind of out of contact&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ok&lt;br /&gt;Tim: um&lt;br /&gt;Tim: so&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she said that the next time i kiss her, its kind of an inside thing, but she picks when the next kiss is, and also, will totally smack me when i try the neck again&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i was totally like, please for the love of god, do so&lt;br /&gt;Tim: also while laying there&lt;br /&gt;Tim: we agreed that she would please stop me from ruining what we have, if i get too......frisky&lt;br /&gt;Tim: which i wasnt doing anything bad&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but the kisses needed to end&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ......she is so sweet&lt;br /&gt;Tim: anyway&lt;br /&gt;Sam: that's real good&lt;br /&gt;Tim: so she said she would call me&lt;br /&gt;Tim: at like 8-9 tomarrow to tell me how church went, and whether im dead or not, well whether she is dead, and im banned&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but she said that it would be ok&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and nothing to worry about&lt;br /&gt;Tim: who knows&lt;br /&gt;Tim: then i left, and called henry, because he kept bugging me durring my wonderful nap.....:-D&lt;br /&gt;Tim: and the fucker said he was just about to walk into some girls dorm&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i think he got some play&lt;br /&gt;Tim: but i dont know&lt;br /&gt;Tim: damn....&lt;br /&gt;Tim: who knows&lt;br /&gt;Tim: im probably wrong&lt;br /&gt;Tim: knowing henry&lt;br /&gt;Tim: who knows&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ok&lt;br /&gt;Tim: im done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: excuse me if I step out of line in saying this&lt;br /&gt;Tim: ok&lt;br /&gt;Sam: but do you think this might be it?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: what?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: you mean&lt;br /&gt;Tim: do i think that this girl is THE ONE?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: yes&lt;br /&gt;Tim: yes i do&lt;br /&gt;Tim: right now&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i cant help it&lt;br /&gt;Tim: i really do&lt;br /&gt;Tim: !&lt;br /&gt;Sam: I'm happy for you man, I hope you keep this magic, I've never seen anyone so animated about anything in my life&lt;br /&gt;Tim: thats a good thing i know, but please oh my god&lt;br /&gt;Tim: please&lt;br /&gt;Tim: if i wish for nothing more, it would be to be with her for a long long long time&lt;br /&gt;Tim: she is just&lt;br /&gt;Tim: wonderful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the end of that, i have changed absolutely nothing but the names, i dont want someone to bug me who shouldnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also how i feel about this girl. I truely think that she is the one. I have had this conversation at 1:00 on the night of saturday the 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to ruin this, i hope i havent, i feel horrable about what happened. I mean i feel so utterly bad, that i cant stand it. But the day is great. I ........like.....her soooo much. That i cant stand being away from her. Its taking over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment if you like. If you are this girl i am talking about......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already knew all of this.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-112702221681581674?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/112702221681581674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=112702221681581674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112702221681581674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112702221681581674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-she-is-one.html' title='I think she is the one......'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-112649511822042787</id><published>2005-09-11T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:41:15.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-cap of the Week, part 1: The good girl.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so i guess i should start on wed. of last week, before the three day weekend:&lt;br /&gt;Well i met this girl, i thought she was cute, in math class. There was this party thing happening at DT. It was this big thing outside with pizza, and some poor guy trying to get people to hula-hoop. Well i got some pizza, and sat down, looking at the stupid people. I was away from like, everyone. I was on this wall chillin. About to maybe go chill somewhere. Well this girl came up to me. We started talking about how our teacher abreaviates everything. (He does it with everything, he makes percentile: %ile) Well it was really nice talking to her, and i got less interested in my soda and pizza and more into her. I got up and said, "well i need to study, wanna come with?" i was hopeing with all hope that i wouldnt get rejected. She said yes. I thought wow! damn..... haha, well entered the libary and we made it down the stairs. We found the couches there and thought that we would try that. She took one and i took one. We started talking, and i opened my bag, i just bought a new calculator, it was $90! (graphing calculator) We started talking while i tried with all my might to get the calculator out of its plastic prision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then said that her friend would join us. I was like, um..ok sure. I really didnt care. She told me his name was Justin, and he was in my next spanish class. I was like, "hmm, justin? Does he have blonde hair?" Thinking of one of the three Justins in my next class, the one i thought of was the prep. I thought he was a douche, kind of didnt really like the fact that she would hang out with him. But i decited that, well why not...he cant be all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt the right Justin. It was the cool one that sat behind me. He looked russian, and a bad ass, but he also had on a cowboy bebop shirt, which meant that he was a little geeky, which i thought would be a cool combo. He is also a pro-fighter. And im serious when i say, he has two black belts, and goes to Fighting championships, and wins fights. He is only 19, and looks exactly like my bro mike. He has a cool tattoo on his arm with japanize figures on it. I forget what they say, but they are done in a way that is like, if you can picture it, the words done in two columns, very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is safe to say that this is the craziest guy i have ever met on the face of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is totally down to earth, but the shit he does, fighting, getting drunk and making his "alarm-clock" by putting the first person to pass out, in the closet and locking the door. So he wakes the whole house by screaming, not knowing where he is. (probably the funniest things i have heard in a long long time) He also &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;Adult Swim&lt;/u&gt; which comes on Cartoon Network at like 11 at night, with the funniest and most random shit you can think of on the face of this earth. We spent a long long time talking there, 2 hours, it was awesome. Then we left and went to spanish, Stephane had French at 2 o'clock, when we had spanish at 1:30. I said good bye, and we joked around in class for the next hour or so, then when we got out, we had to go to spanish lab. Interestingly enough, Stephene gets out of the lab we go into, the exact time we go into it. She has french lab, &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; french. So we get to see her. We said hi, did a quick joke, and left to go inside. I joked around again, and thought to myself, wow, that was cool on the way home after another hour of jokes with my new friend Justin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on wed. (I have math on Mon. and Wed.) I saw her again, i was about to go to my regular seat, but then saw that one was open next to her. I sat down and said "I thought i should sit up front with the smart people!" She stated: "well dont i feel special!" I said "You should, im pimp like that" and made a big joke out of it, she laughed and then i joked around in class, but was still able to get in all the notes. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well henry called me during class, luckly i had it on silent. He did it twice! As i left class, i walked down the hallway with Stephane with me, called henry, made a big joke to him calling me, and joked around with him. We then proceded outside, i saw henry, and introduced them, she made a joke out of that, i was like...um ok...but it was alright. We then decited that we would go to Fosters, she didnt know what Fosters was, or where it was, but i told her it was cool. She said ok, but she needed to wait for Justin, for some reason she really wants to see him all the time. (I will explain why i dont think its for dating, well its not for him anyway) Anyway, we got justin, and introduced him to henry. He was kind of blown away by justin, he was talking to another classmate i know about training him in fighting. Well i told justin we were getting some lunch, then we headed to fosters in my car, henry had class early, so he took his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to fosters, had a great time! It was so much fun! I mean justin was the life of the party though, he really was. His jokes were killing me. Stephane started to get embarrassed. Henry left to go to class, and we made fun of other people around us for a while. Another hour flew by, and we were just having so much fun. Then we left and we made a trip back to DT. But not before i got her number, I got Stephane's number! It was awesome! I did it in such a way that it didnt look bad either! I let them listen to contact rejected. Its... Well do this, call this number and listen, its quite funny, i got it from henry: 202-452-7468.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the lounge in phillips. Its just vending machines and couches, with tables and chairs. Well i saw Gilson, and Beth, two girls in my spanish class. They were having problems with a homework assignment. It was to read this essay, and make a title, in one sentence, for each paragraph. There were 3 paragraphs. Well i read and translated them in under a minute each. This was after they told me we had a test that day, and i was like "&lt;em&gt;What?!&lt;/em&gt;" I really didnt know. They called me dumb, but then i translated the essay in like 4 minutes, saying exactly what they were about, after they had been trying to translate it for the past 5 and were on the 6th sentence in the first paragraphs. They looked at me stunned after writing the answers, and said: "What the hell was that?" I was like, "oh please, you think i will actually do bad on this test?" They were like, "well, damn." Stunned they were just happy to finally get done with the homework, just in time for class. I didnt do the homework, in fact i needed to, but whatever. Anyway i looked over my sholder to see none other than Stephane looking at me with a slight smile on her face. I sware i saw her turn a blush, she was with a French classmate doing french stuff. But i saw that. I sware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is really cute, henry thinks so as well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to Spanish, and i totally failed the test. The front was easy as hell! But the back i totally failed. And Lucky for me, so did the entire class and the teacher said "look if you all think you failed, and it seems that you did just by glancing at them, i wont waste my time grading these, re-test is monday, i suggest you study." Have i studied? no... I should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Justin and i joked in class again, it was fun. We were laughing so much, that the teacher actually looked at us strangly. It was fun. We also saw her on the way into lab, and she blushed, and just walked by. I made a rather loud comment to Justin, protesting the fact that we just got dissed, and she said in her defence, "well you were so proud of embarrassing me at lunch!" I said im sorry, Justin said he wasnt, then i thought for a second very dratamaticly, and then said, "yeah well, no i guess im not then....think we should do it again?" i said to justin. He laughed, she smiled and walked away before trouble started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wel thats the part about Stephane, she is a good, cute, quiet girl. Justin said he dated her, but she was too quiet, and was into the "crazy chicks." Most of you know me, and im into the quiet, and nice type. The rough kind has been harsh in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she is cute, i just would like some reason to call her up. Well i will see her tomarrow. So hopefully i will think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please leave a comment! Advice is helpful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comming soon, Part 2: the bad girl.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-112649511822042787?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/112649511822042787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=112649511822042787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112649511822042787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112649511822042787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/09/re-cap-of-week-part-1-good-girl.html' title='Re-cap of the Week, part 1: The good girl.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-112632974730280625</id><published>2005-09-10T01:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:22:27.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so sorry, no post</title><content type='html'>I know i promised to talk about my date, but i will do that tomarrow, im tired right now, please forgive me! I will comment later...bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have work from 7-5:30 tomarrow, long long day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-112632974730280625?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/112632974730280625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=112632974730280625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112632974730280625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112632974730280625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-sorry-no-post.html' title='so sorry, no post'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-112606006182938463</id><published>2005-09-06T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T22:48:02.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"I've Had a Bad Day Again"</title><content type='html'>"Ive had a bad day again, she said i would not understand, she left a note that said: im sorry ive, had a bad day again...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song had been on repeat for the last half hour. Its by fuel. I play it when i feel that i need a break, its something that i listen to when im down. I have never gotten sick of it yet. Its something that calms me. When i listen to this, i can write for hours on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since i have read the harry potter books, they have become something unlike anything that has ever incased my mind. I cant go more than an hour without thinking about it. And its starting to over do my life. I have day dreams, night dreams, and everything inbetween. Its when you see me smile for no reason. Its the only thing that makes me smile now adays. Its the one dream i keep having, and adding on to. It starts at the biggining, works its way to the end, then somehow expands beyond all that can possiblely be imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a short story, a fan fic. I know its dumb. But there is a web site that has like, 3000+ fan fics. Anyway, right now im in a mood that i just feel like crap. And my day dreams have started to take over any feeling i have for anything else. I havent watched tv for more than 30 minutes this week, except for the movies i watched durring the weekend. My life is exactly unlike my day dreams. Is something that i will try to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a warrior, im popular, loved, and have a relationship with someone. This someone is someone close to me now, but she knows i love her, but i dont dare go beyond that explination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alone now, the only way out of this is my dreams. Its something that i have been going at for like 2 weeks now. It happens at work, durring school, driving around town, staying at home, sleeping at night. every part of me is wanting to be this person in my dreams. Noble, kind......happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 friends right now. Three. One i love and talk to every week, but never see. One i talk to every day, but never see. And one that i never talk to, never see, but happen to be my best friend. I have made no effort to see anyone i would consider my friend. Sometimes i look upon myself. And question if i should even try anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my school. I feel that Durham Tech is for the stupid, the poor, the ghetto, or the people with nothing else to do. I fit into that last one. if i could, i would excape from this horrable place. Go to any college i could. I dont care where anymore. I just want out. My grades have reflected how i feel in this world. My job, that i care more about than certan people that i love. Its lost its appeal for the first time in my life. I went into the plant, and what i saw was horrable. The utter chaos that was what had been my life, it made me sick. Things that cost my parents thousands of dollars, things that if any monkey were taught, it would do a better job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally felt to night that im on the right track to the success of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, though, i got yelled at by a customer, over the phone. He had an argument that if a stain was not taken out, then he should not have to pay for the services. I felt like if he were there in front of me, then i would have smacked him. He kept arguing. He had no case, we did the job, we were in the right, i know we were. We did his shit 3 times, some stains just cant come out. I told him that if he really wanted it out, to fill out a form, or things like that. I never lost my cool. I stayed on topic, i talked into the phone, and then, when i was done talking to him. He passed the phone over to the employee that was working at the store. That dumb tramp fucking handed the customer the phone to scream at my dad. And the fucker yelled at me instead. Then i lost it. I said in a clear, but calm, angry voice, "never, ever do that to me, again!" and slamed the phone down. then i yelled at the staff to never do that either. I calmed down by the end of it. and no one was pissed, or frightened. No one really cared either. but boris, who is one of the people i think can have hope for this place. He told me to go out and chill. That fucker paid to get his dress, after yelling at her for a while. We did the service. He was actually willing to leave without paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people you just cant help, they suck at life, and they always take it out on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a friend that i havent seen in forever today. Its been like months since i have seen her. At first i thought she wanted to fuck me, it was quite odd, actually. but no, she wanted someone to rant to, for a good while. like an hour. I tried to see a way into her, into her mind, something to see what she wanted of me. I havent seen her in the longest time, but she hugged me when we left the resturant. Her hug was something that i havent had in a long long while. It was a hug like when you need it. When you squese, when you hang on. When feeling goes into it. It felt good to hug her, it felt like something i have been missing. I feel that my life is going down hill. Its been so long since i have seen anyone look at me. Actually LOOK at me. Its hard to discribe. no one likes to look into someones eyes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you know you could have whole conversations with someone, without even talking, just by looking into their eyes." -Myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said this without meaning once. Without actually thinking it through. But a while ago, i met someone. Even though it was a short time i had with this person, before they left, i felt that that statement came into reality. It was something to sit there and just stare at her. All we did was look at each other. And yet a whole lifetime passed. I reflected this in my mind the other day. Sitting out on my back yard. Looking at the trees. I knew that i was happy. I couldnt help but smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you draw more attention to yourself if you smiling, than if your not. I have seen this happen to me more times than you would think. Its interesting. I would smile because it make me feel good in my own little world. If you ever catch me smiling at nothing, do me a favor. Shut up. Let me enjoy it. Its one of the few times that i would ever have my mood reflect what im thinking. Its my life, it sucks, but why do people ask? I understand why, they want to smile. "Think happy thoughts" is a true moto of what to do. Smile, it makes happyness that much easier to gain. I never thought that i would ever express myself in writing. But look at me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean i thought that i would read, once, maybe a good book. Something to pass the time inbetween movie one, tv two, and the videogames a-many. After harry potter, i find myself trapt in the fan fiction that is &lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com"&gt;www.mugglenet.com&lt;/a&gt;. Its something i never thought of doing. Its something that anyone would look upon and just go, "wow, thats creepy." But it brings me the little joy i have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone would come to rescue me. Someone lovely, smart, and kind. Someone who would stop saying "you would be the perfect boyfriend" and actually get on with it. Does anyone really have any idea how many times people come up to me and ask why im single? I dont fucking know! I am starting to not understand it myself. Its like got is playing a trick on me! Sometimes, i catch myself looking around my room, and wondering what went wrong. I look at my room and ask why am i here? i have given up on finding "the one" i have no set of tricks up my sleve. I have no way of thinking about what im doing here. I feel that my life is starting to become a sham. Im starting to be something.....something that im not. I dont know what to expect of this world. i dont know what to expect of this life. All i know is that, if i dont get out of this town, this house, maybe this country. I dont know what im going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent made a new friend in such a long time. There are co-workers, peers at school, and things along those lines. But what im looking for is a new group. Someone new to hang out with. All of my friends are gone. Mike is my only friend that i have interaction with. Sure he is my brother, but i feel that he will leave me soon as well. He wants to join the army so bad. I think he could truely make it. He has the power to do so. But i worry about him sometimes. He has more of a goal than me. He knows what he wants to do with his life. Now i know what your thinking, "He is only 17, he has no idea what he wants to do." But he actually does, he knows, KNOWS what he wants to do. Its with such determination that i just am afraid sometimes. When will i get that. I dont want a 9-5 job, but im headed down that path. Im headed down the path of not knowing what to do with my life. I would love to just escape. I would love to have my mind on something else. Something powerful, get away, leave, just be gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing that would happen to me right now, would be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be to be alone. To be utterly alone. I look for the love in my life. I cant find it, but i will one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have taken the time to read this, do me a favor. One of the biggest ones in the entire world. Never talk to me about what i write here. Dont even mention that you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that i have a blog. It would kill me. Just read, and dont mention a thing. Its something for me. Its my rant. Just dont write in your own, dont look at me differently. &lt;em&gt;Do&lt;/em&gt; try to set me up with someone, lol, but dont feel bad for me. I have my dreams, they make me happy. I smile at the thought of them. I think that for once, the first time, i will actually do my homework. I will get started on getting out of here. I leave this blog, my statement of life, with a smile on my face. my smile that i feel is enough, its hope, its the love of many people, some real, some really special. but the ones that care, they are the ones that i stay in contact with. They are the ones in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ive had a bad day again, she said i would not understand, she left a note that said: im sorry ive, have a bad day again. " -Fuel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-112606006182938463?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/112606006182938463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=112606006182938463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112606006182938463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112606006182938463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/09/ive-had-bad-day-again.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ve Had a Bad Day Again&quot;'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-112192552298935121</id><published>2005-07-21T01:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:58:42.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GTA: The Special Porno Edition</title><content type='html'>This was just so crazy that i had to post something about it. I know i havent posted about my life sence the party, and alot &lt;u&gt;has&lt;/u&gt; happened, but this is just too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened is there is this actual secret level in GTA where you actually play a mini game where you have sex. They made it so that it wasnt possible to actually play it, but they left it in there. Which means, "you cant play, but we're lazy and dont want to delete it entirely." So this guy made a hack, where you can access it. Its a down load off the internet. There is a way, through the lan, that will let you play "Hot Coffee" at a girl friends house, on the Xbox, PS2, or on your home PC. Everyone was so pissed off at this, that now instead of GTA being rated "M" or "R" in movie standards, its rated "AO" which is "NC-17" in movie standards. So GTA is now the same as a porno on Cable! After looking around, and seeing all the points of view, because more than anything i hate to hear one side of a story. I always look at both sides. I have even done it with 9/11 but im not going into that now. I have come to a conclusion. I sight &lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com"&gt;www.penny-arcade.com&lt;/a&gt; for this bit of information. I think that they &lt;u&gt;should&lt;/u&gt; be forced to change their rating. They had it in there. There are standards, though they could use some re-defining, they are set. This &lt;u&gt;is&lt;/u&gt; a part of the original code to the game, and it appears on all three systems, not just PC, where it in reality wouldnt mean a damn thing. The fact that its on the Xbox, and the PS2 really truely means something. They were dumb enough to screw around and try some half-assed attempt to hide it, when they should have just gotten rid of it in the first place, is the main reason i would be mad. Dont get me wrong. I actually dont give a shit what they do. If its in the game i would love to play it. I hear its actually quite interesting, and fun/funny. But the fact that its there, and they hid it. Thats what kills everyone. If they just had it part of the game, they ESRB might have let it slide, like they do with loads of other things. But the fact that they hid it from them......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i leave you with this story, and the one from penny-arcade. Many others have commented on it, and i asure you its a real part of the game, haha what fun. &lt;a href="http://xbox.ign.com/articles/635/635261p1.html"&gt;http://xbox.ign.com/articles/635/635261p1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and if anyone knows where to get the patch, please leave a comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-112192552298935121?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/112192552298935121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=112192552298935121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112192552298935121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112192552298935121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/07/gta-special-porno-edition.html' title='GTA: The Special Porno Edition'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-112114807958452135</id><published>2005-07-12T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T02:01:19.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>Well it started out as a party of 50, then after long "talks" with my dad, it went to 30. 20 showed up. The people that did show up, i thank you. It was truely a great time. Those who couldnt (for the exception of Rie) can just kiss my ass. (just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it started out with me going over to the plant to get mike some lunch. When i showed up,  he was no where to be found. Then Derrick (the new guy, he is truely cool) told me he was out back, so i was like, "damn it mike! quit smoking!" so i walked out back to yell at him. As i turn the corner who do i see but my long time friend Kyle Mcvoy. Wow its really him! its been literally a year since i saw him. I have known this kid since the 4th grade! I go "holy shit! holy shit! HOLY SHIT" he stands there and laughs. He hitchhiked the whole way from idaho. Escaped the "school" he went to up there. I am just listening to his stories, and wow. Anyway we spend the whole day together, we go shopping for the party and then play some GTA. The party itself took some time to put together but was actually alot more fun than i thought it would have been. Thanks to the Jack Daniels that Ms. Christie Daniels (no joke) got me, we kept the party a little alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people came, the most standout-ish were henry, cat, my, sebrina, bree, jessi, and anita. Kyle and mike of course were on hand. Simon and Conrad were jackasses and waited till like 11-ish to come out and chill with us. They were watching some french flick. Sam Barksdale made it out. Which was really cool of him, esp. sence he just got off work. Virginia came just after Heather and Victoria. Heather brought some play guy, which he was cool and not some tool. So i was fine with that. Taku and torry brought some underage jailbate. I really didnt like them there. It actually was kind of annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic shit what went on there was general discussion. Messing with the fire that was in the middle. Victoria bitching about henry. Im sorry she loves him, but i really didnt care. I know that sounds bad, but i didnt. In fact it kind of pissed me off with her mellow attitude. But what ever. I really liked seeing her anyway. Virginia and Victoria played with my brother, who liked to say horrable things once they were gone. He pissed me off so i just sat there and told them what he said. Sam agreed, it was the right thing to do. Fucking prick. Then after a small trip to a cop invested lake, we chilled at my house again. then after a while we went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry, Catherine, and My got me the coolest most thoughtful gift ever. Speakers for my car. Its just that i said something, and never realized that i really wanted them. They got me instilaziation too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i think about it, they were the only ones who got me a present. but i dont care. I wanted fun. thats what i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine My and i played on my bed. (hehe) then i mixed that with watching halo, flirting with jessie and anita, trying to make victoria feel better and talking to virginia. All this in 2 rooms. Then i also went outside and chilled with sam and Bree for some part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made out with someone at the party. Not saying who. But it was the first time ever, and it was actually really good. That and i just had to have her. She said she didnt want to do anything because of her man. But i would still like to.....god....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone left, but conrad and bree. Kyle mike and i smoked the cigars we got. They were cool. Dad called me from in the house, it was 4 am. He told me to tell everyone to go home. So bree and conrad left and kyle mike and i got some waffel house. that food was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also earlyer on in the day, my dad said that kyle could live with us, as long as he wanted to. I think kyle has gotten better. He use to be the biggest drug dealer i knew. But after rehab, he is better. I think he will do fine now. He and his dad are having problems. but i think he will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my day on saturday to sunday. It was fun, and crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-112114807958452135?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/112114807958452135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=112114807958452135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112114807958452135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112114807958452135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-birthday-party.html' title='My Birthday Party'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-112010985002240245</id><published>2005-06-30T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T01:37:30.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The beach</title><content type='html'>Well early saturday morning i got ready for the beach, my brother was causing me problems from the get go, and on our way to henrys house, i ask, "would you rather not come?" he goes "i could go eaither way" and i took him home, he wont ruin THIS trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get to henrys house, and he wakes up by me and the doorbell....wow what a nut.... So i take mike home then get the girls, then we head over to henrys and pick him up.  the girls slept the whole way there, and i drove. It was nice talking to henry, and listening to his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got there, it was raining, and the sky was dark. The hotel wasnt ready for us for another 1 and a half. So we went to the beach. It was fucking awesome! I mean the storm made the waves huge! they were way bigger than i was, and they tackeled us to the ground. We only made it out about to our waist and they waves were knocking us over! Anyway after an 2 hours of that we checked in and chilled in the room. Then henry and rie wanted to stay in the room......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Catherine and i left and walked down the board walk. It was alot of fun. we talked, and chilled. Then we scared the crap out of henry and rie when we got borred. Henry gave me crap about it later, and he should have....but it was fucking funny as hell, ask catherine. I couldnt stop laughing at him even when he was on me chokeing me! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went out later. Downtown wilmington is awesome. We had the best romantic dinner ever. The live music, the rain outside. the candles lit the air. it was great, i couldnt have asked for a better night. We got chocolate at the chocolate factory and then CDs at CD alley. I got foo fighters new album, its great! the accoustic is worth it by itself. then we went to target of all places, stayed there for a while, then we went to the room Chilled. and what not, then had a drink. Haha. that was fun too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine let me sleep in the same bed as here, we cuddled and i kissed her neck. Not all at once of course. Anyway i now know that she isnt interested in me. It figures. Well looks like i messed that one up. anyway we had fun, and she never told me to stop. So that counts for something i guess.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was great! we checked out got breckfast, then went to the beach then had a good lunch/dinner. Then we went home. The days were long and we did lots of other stuff, but i cant remember it all. The highlights are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like catherine, she is interesting, and has ADD like me. It makes me happy when she is around. Anyway thats how i feel towards her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-112010985002240245?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/112010985002240245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=112010985002240245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112010985002240245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/112010985002240245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/beach.html' title='The beach'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111958160721485569</id><published>2005-06-23T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:53:27.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Henrys b-day, zombies rule! dont talk, im tired!</title><content type='html'>Damn you Henry! You got me addicted to these fucking comics! i really want to know whats going to happen next, i got 4 more today! total of 6. Wow, and im looking at X-men and what not in a bit. Anyway they rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night was interesting, after work i got henry some vodka, good stuff, then i went over to henrys party. Well i think it actually sucked, i was the butt of most of the jokes, that wouldnt have been so bad, but everytime i opened my mouth i got another insult, sure it was funny to them, but i got sick of it quick, so i just didnt talk. Then they started talking about me not talking, it was nuts. Anyway after that henry and i just hung out, it was ok. He is cool when he isnt trying to impress the one girl he doesnt need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after informing simon when the fucking trip to the beach is, on saturday, he then went and tried to get conrad involved. If this shit keeps up, simon and conrad might not come. He REALLY doesnt want to be around Henry AND Rie. They are kind of sick to be around sometimes.......ugh too lovey dovely, or how ever it goes. I personally like to spend time with them, but all the time im reminded of how im single, and dealing with Catherine and My last night didnt exactly put me in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw anita! it was about time! i mean i have been trying to hang out with the girl for a while now, but she just doesnt have the time. I really cant remember josh that well, i think that was her boyfriends name......anyway he was cool though! I liked him, he treated her right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i guess i can add Mara and AJ to my party. After i talked to her today it was nice, she seemed to get this blog through henry, i dont really care. Its cool, this is where i like to just rant for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT EVER TALK TO ME ABOUT WHAT I WRITE HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with someone about something i wrote here, look, its cool to check this out, but i dont want to talk to you about it. Its really non of your business what i write here, im alsot thinking about posting some fiction here for fun, that you can talk to me about, but the shit i write in here about other people, well thats just what im thinking at that time. Something could have changed in the duration of time that i was writing this, and the time you speak to me about it. Its crazy how people are like, "wow thats how you felt, im sorry!" Well fuck that, dont be sorry, im ranting here to get this shit off my chest, just take into consideration that i really only want this to be my outlet for feelings, i really dont want to deal with some bullshit later about this again. What i say here i get off my chest, one last time, DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i am having fun today though, i got new tires put on my truck, its nice. The lady was trying to get me to come in tomarrow for tires, because she didnt have the ones that were on my truck. I was like "wait, but cant you just use some other tires?" eventually what happened was that she was trying to tell me that people get pissed at her for having different tires in the front than that back, now i can understand that, but what she was saying was that the writing on the front of the tires said something different than the writing on the back tires. I looked at my car throught the window and said, "who cares?" She goes "some people would have my head if they saw that the tires didnt match!" I said exactly, (and i remember it so well) "you could give met he ugliest tires you ever had, and i wouldnt care, i just want my car to work, and i wont have to change one myself later on, thats all" She goes "well if you put it that way, we have a great tire that i use on my truck..." and well i looked at them later, they look fine, you have to actually look at them hard enough or actually care enough to see the difference, i mean really! some people are just stupid, ugh another reason i wish the world would turn to zombies! Oh yeah that reminds me! i am making a list of reasons the world should end. Stupid people is number one. Hey talk to me about this and think up reasons yourself! Its loads of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i now have kristine talking to me again, i have no idea what to think about this. Sorry but im not interested, the kid, and the man, and the whole backstory. Besides she is my age and has all that shit to deal with! Also im not really attracted to her to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to watch hostage, what a great movie, but got tired and decided to come write this before bed. Bug me later about the party and the beach trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111958160721485569?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111958160721485569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111958160721485569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111958160721485569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111958160721485569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/henrys-b-day-zombies-rule-dont-talk-im.html' title='Henrys b-day, zombies rule! dont talk, im tired!'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111941807679124245</id><published>2005-06-22T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T01:29:47.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid internet, but b-days all around!</title><content type='html'>The crazy week i have had, its nuts, havent posted because my internet was down. My bro fixed it after calling an 800 number. Anyway, um lets sum this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE COMICS! Oh my god, henry got me to check out this comic shop on franklin street, i love it, i bought one called Y: The Last Man, about all the fucked up things that would happen if all the men in the entire world died at the same time, all but one guy and his monkey. And trust me it has more plot than a guy whoreing him self out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i checked out The Walking Dead, i love zombie things, this is also a must have. Anyway, henry and i got a hotel room at the beach. So far its, Me, henry, rie, catherine, conrad, simon, and my brother mike comming. 7 people. Should be fun, i love the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately i have been meeting some old friends. Its great! i havent seen these people in forever! My favorite so far is Virginia, i love virginia. She is just an excelent person to be around. And she is staying all summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn 20 on July 9th! i cant wait, not because again for another year i cant drink legally, but the fact that im having a killer party at my house with bon-fire and all the liquor i can get! im going to invite EVERYONE, even people i dont know or like. I just want as many people as possible. Its going to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im forgetting somethings but i will remember them and get them later. Right now this is henrys birthday! Happy 20th henry! your only 3 weeks older than me, so dont give me any crap! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111941807679124245?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111941807679124245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111941807679124245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111941807679124245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111941807679124245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/stupid-internet-but-b-days-all-around.html' title='Stupid internet, but b-days all around!'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111872687712888547</id><published>2005-06-14T01:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:27:57.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so much fun that im going crazy</title><content type='html'>Well it turns out that after posting that last post, i really need to change my point of view. Ok here is the day from the begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fight club&lt;br /&gt;2. work&lt;br /&gt;3. well henry wanted to hang out with me and rie, after reading the last post we are cool. Well i go home for dinner with neighbors and rents. Well my bro has this girl on the couch, she is pretty hot, and he said he had some interest in her. Now i know that my brother isnt the very best in trying to get girls so i decited to help him out, he was playing videogames with her younger brother, by talking to her about mike. Mostly good things, but he wasnt paying attention. She was supprizingly a really cool person. Well her brother was a total pain in the ass though, he had the worst case of ADHD that i have ever seen. I mean this kid beats me anyday of the week in the ADHD department. We were eating dinner, and the kid decited to go through my room and check things out. He went into my drawers, and found the fireworks i hadnt used. Then brought them to us and asked if he could shoot them off. The kid i think is like 12. I was like "why exactly were you doing through my drawers?" the parient need to control the kid. The main reason i was afraid was because that was the drawer that i have my butterfly knife in, condoms, and things that people shouldnt see unless they are 16 or older. This kid, well i now hate him.....i dont trust him, and i really dont want to deal with him again. His sister is really cool, this kid is a dork that needs some serious meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then i go and see henry, we chill, joke around, and somehow i end up talking to her friends on her computer. It was quite fun. My (the name of a girl) hates us now because of the prank that i pulled on her with henry and rie watching. Then we went into a bed room and well some crazy shit that i keep joking about doing with rie, well it happened, and henry was there, and it was totally something that i thought wouldnt happen. It was totally AWESOME! Well anyway, she went home, then snuck out and i picked her up. So i think that we're just going to be chillin. Much fun.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111872687712888547?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111872687712888547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111872687712888547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111872687712888547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111872687712888547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-much-fun-that-im-going-crazy.html' title='so much fun that im going crazy'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111868665318698580</id><published>2005-06-13T14:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T14:17:33.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy is not Envy...</title><content type='html'>There seems to be some misunderstanding about me, and Rie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Rie and i have been chillin together and talking over the past 3 days. Alot of questions were made, and many were answered. It seems that Henry is very protective of Rie when im around. He thinks that im trying to steal her away. Well although that sounds profound, there is no evidence to support me doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, im saying it right now, I like Rie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond that fact, i think people really need to understand something. Its best put into words with a person i had a conversation with earlyer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly it was that when a girl likes a guy, she can try and ask him out. When one of her friends want the same guy, and askes for him to be left alone, it seems that the first girl just walks away. "there are pleanty of men in the sea..." now even though there is a 3:1 ratio of women to men, the same girl i was talking to said, when a man likes a girl, he will go after her, but when a friend of his is after the same girl, and he askes him to leave her alone, he doesnt. I do not hold this to be true, i find that when i see someone and someone else is for her, i leave her alone. Its hard for  people to understand this, and i have no idea why. I, from personal experience, know that a am capable of this. I have done it before and im doing that now.  The problem is that Rie and I are now friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange when you walk along a bath, you see two sides of the road, one side is friendship, the other is something more. You cant be on two sides of the road, i find that impossible. But what i do see is people crossing the road to the other side many times. Me, i like to stick to one side of the road. I know some people will find this hard to believe, but i actually have many many friends that are girls. Some use to be ex-girlfriends, its just something you get use to. But i always stay on the side of the road im told. Right now many ideas are forming in my friends head, asking himself, does time want Rie? Is he going to try something with her? Is there something that he wants from her? Can i trust him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rie and i have talked alot in the past 3 days, and the conversations that i have had with her, well, havent been made to light with Rie. This is basicly what there were about. The stupid mini i-pod, porn, Catherine and Henry. Now the porn and mini i-pod are borring ones, so im going to just talk about the Henry one right now. Henry is Rie's boyfriend. Its clear. I dont want Rie, for three reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. Henry is my best friend and i really dont want to ruin our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;2. Rie is a cool person and i have crossed into the road of Friendship with her, im not going the other way.&lt;br /&gt;3. I really dont think i would have had a chance with her to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;Now all of this has been talked to with Rie, but not Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy henry, im not jealous of him. Jealousy in my deffination is when you want another person but cant have them. This is not what i feel. What i feel is envy. Envy in my deffination is when someone has something that you want, could be a thing, or a feeling, but you want to be just like that person. Now what i mean by this is that i have envy for henry and Rie's relationship. I have not had a girlfriend in a long time, and it makes me sad to see i dont have anyone. Its just what i feel. Now when i see them i wish i had something like that. Im NOT TRYING TO STEAL IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now that thats out and in the open, hopefully everything should be clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that im not mad, Henry has every right to be curious about me and Rie. We hang out together, she may lie on me, and i may poke her, but it is just something we do, and it means nothing anywhere close to what happens when henry does it. Besides women have been using men as foot stools for the longest time in history, im deffinatly use to it, and its what every woman i have ever known, has done to me. Its not bad, its just women, besides, who knows what goes on in their heads anyway!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111868665318698580?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111868665318698580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111868665318698580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111868665318698580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111868665318698580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/jealousy-is-not-envy.html' title='Jealousy is not Envy...'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111854797067821833</id><published>2005-06-11T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T23:46:10.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The realiziation of who my friends are.</title><content type='html'>Well today started out with me haveing to head over to Willow Creek to open it, its like 6am and i look out into my living room and see my bro and this kid that spent the night. My bro got trashed last night and decited that, as always, to sleep on the coutch. I dont know why he doesnt put them in the extra bed upstairs. Well anyway i took a shower and then changed, then my dad scared the crap out of me and vice versa when i opened the door. He was checking up on me to see if i was ready. Anyway being like 5 minutes late getting to Willow Creek i saw katie in and showed her the ropes. Well i tell you what, i like katie, she is cool, but she gave me this vibe, that she wanted more than that. She has done this before. Made it real strong and then just dismissed it later. Its odd with her. She is truely beautiful and i dont want to mix up with company people, its bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i headed over to Panera bread, good food, then off to Glenwood for work. I saw it was like 30 till 8, so i went over to harris tetter and chilled for a bit. Then opened the store and chilled forever. Then Rie called and asked if she could bring by her Prom Dress. Then I saw Bob pull up and we talked, it was great, i havent seen him in forever. Well then Bob went to get food and then Rie came in, we were checking out the dress, it is going to be $30 for her to get it cleaned. It almost had every kind of up-charge i could see, all it needed was silk or spandex. Well anyway, it had white, beaded, lined, and was just as fancy as could be. Well i gave her a 20% discount. I saw Bob go by, and he totally checked out Rie from the back, then i was like "Rie my friend totally checked you out, lets pretend like we're making out" so we did and Bob came in and was all quiet and stuff, and i totally was like, "ha! fooled you! this is my friend Rie!" he laughed and we joked around for a while, then Bob left and Rie stayed for a while longer, then she left and i finished up work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work i picked up mike, then we went home. The plan was to meet up with Henry and Rie and Christie and Nate sometime later to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith later. That movie rocked! It was deffinatly worth watching. Lets just say Brad Pitt is that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on my way out, i saw alot of people that i knew, one of which was nichole bonzani and she totally just shruged me off. I sware the look of "who the fuck are you, and why are you talking to me?" was on her face. Though she was nice enough to introduce me to some guy she was with, but i understood that she didnt want anything to do with me, or talk, or see me. It was crazy, i mean it doesnt take much to be nice, but she totally just didnt want anything to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me sad......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then i went to Taco Bell and then home. I started talking to Bree online, and we deffinatly got some sort of connection going right now, its odd. Not odd bad mind you, just that i havent talked to her in a while. Right now im playing it cool. Im not a dumb ass like i use to be, i think things are starting to turn around now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111854797067821833?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111854797067821833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111854797067821833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111854797067821833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111854797067821833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/realiziation-of-who-my-friends-are.html' title='The realiziation of who my friends are.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111838221092094301</id><published>2005-06-10T01:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T01:48:20.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big problem, lovely solution</title><content type='html'>Well i saw annie tonight, not going to talk about why, but she was feeling down. We went to durham and got some food. It was great seeing her again. She had her.....well problems, im not going to go into what, but they were bad. Turns out she was just over reacting, as usual. Reminds me of the time with Pumkin the cat over in winston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was borring, but henry and Rie came over and wanted to chill. Im not suppose to have people in the store, but i dont really care. Anyway they stayed and i had fun. I really like it when they come over and bother me (hint hint) its a good time killer. Well after they left, annie called, and that whole mess. I really wanted to pull a James* but i decited not to. When i did close however, there was this asian chick, dont tell me im racist, im not, but its always an asian or black person that comes up when im closing the store. Well anyway this asian chick has a big ol' smile when she comes up to the front door. I have already locked it and turned the sign around. I knew this would happen, i dont know how but i did, thats why i made sure the big clock said 8:00 before i messed with the door. A good lazy 15 minutes before i close, then right when i do this chick shows up. Well anyway i have seen her before, a real bitch. She likes to check EVERYTHING before she hands me any type of payment, and usually has a lot of things. I have learned that if you repeat the price when they are checking the clothes then they hand you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really HATE it when people bitch about prices. I HATE IT! Its the most awful thing you can do in front of me. It makes me sick, one time i had this person i was with, a girlfriend, who did the same thing. Well we arent together for a reason. Anyway she was like "hello i need my clothes!" im like "sorry but i have already cashed out!" She looks at the time to close and goes "but it isnt even 8 o'clock yet. HAHA! I think to my self, i knew she would pull this shit! I look at the big round clock on the wall and say "yes it is!" she is like "but cant i just pick up my clothes?!" i say" um no! sorry" and i walk into the back, full ready to go see annie. Well when i come back for the credit slip in the credit card machine, it needs time to batch out, i see her waiting for me. So i simply shut off the front lights, she doesnt go away. Anyway i finish everything and am about to walk out the front. I double checked everything just to be sure, and there she is waiting for me. Im thinking to myself, oh god, i think if i just move quick i wont have to deal with her.....or! i could go out the back. I think fuck that and just go out the front. She wants her clothes bad, thinking that im just going to go "well if thats the case! sure you can!" Well fuck that, im not going to make annie wait, and this is a major bitch. Besides company rules say, once the store is closed and you are out of the drawer, tough luck to the people who didnt pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stops me out front and kind of does this foot in door thing, trying to squeeze by when im comming out. I accidently trip on her foot when she does this. I couldnt believe it! what a major bitch! so while i trip on it, i kick it out of the way, swing around, and lock the door really quick. She goes "look I really really need my clothes! Get in there and get them!" now she is starting to demand. So i go "look you had 13 hours to get them, the place opens up at 7am tomarrow morning, goodbye!" she is then reallly pissed and starts to jiggle the door to check if i locked it. Haha what a dumb bitch. I actually laugh, acidently of course. she goes, "it isnt funny!!!" im like look lady, i want to go home. Just because you cant get your self here on time isnt my problem. Besides its company rules not go do any more transactions once the store is closed, and now that i have set the alarm (the store doesnt have one, but its a good lie) i cant get back in. And everything is locked up and i dont know the code (which actually i dont since its here at home and i have to remember to put it in my wallet.) She goes "thats bullshit" and i go "isnt everything?" then i go off in my car. I thought i handled myself quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no way i was ever going to let her in anyway, what a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*= A James is locking the store up and leaving way way way way way before you are suppose to. That was the last straw that my mom and dad had when they fired him. My brother was delivering some clothes over there with Taku (taco) and it was locked up tight as a drum on a friday night at like 7:30, so he was gone way way before that. What a dumb ass, anyway when i told my dad he blew his lid, and well now i have his job. He wasnt good at it to begin with, and jamie, the morning guy, loves me! Jamie is a great employee and the fact that im there really is cool. anyway i love my new job, i only deal with dumb customers, instead of dumb employees AND customers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111838221092094301?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111838221092094301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111838221092094301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111838221092094301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111838221092094301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/big-problem-lovely-solution.html' title='Big problem, lovely solution'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111821211612346191</id><published>2005-06-08T02:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:40:36.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peppers, and GTA</title><content type='html'>Well today started with work, as usual, but after work i headed over to University Mall, Game Stop of course, to pick up the new &lt;a href="http://xbox.ign.com/articles/622/622290p1.html?fromint=1"&gt;GTA: San Andreas&lt;/a&gt;. Then i headed over to Christie's where i waited for like 10 minutes for her, but she was ready the whole time over at Peters. How was i suppose to know she was there? Adam, her and Nate's roommate, was just watching TV, and her dog Jack, which is the most playful dog i have ever met, wanted to play. He ALWAYS wants to play, if i dont do it, he bugs the cat, and the cat just stares at him then moves away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i walk over to Peters after Christie walked in the room and saw me there and went, "TIM! What are you doing HERE?" i said "ya told me to!" She said she had been ready and waiting, all i did was look at Adam, who thinks im gay for Peter (long long story), and he just said "dont look at me!" So Christie and i head over to Franklin street, well Peter wanted a ride to starbucks. So i take him too, and they make fun of my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Christie was fun, we got pizza from Peppers, and then went and i got some coffee, at caraboo (i can never spell that name right). Henry wasnt there, but his friend was, im horrable with names. So she gave me some free coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinkos is the most borring place ever, i dont know why people go there when a home printer is so much easyer. Well Christie made 75 copies of how to get to her wedding. They were directions. Nate said it would be about $20 for the copies, well he was wrong, it was like $64 for the whole set, they were color, but seriously. its like almost .90 cents a page. Well thats just what i said anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Christie and Peter home, then played GTA when I got home. Mike came in and he watched for a bit, but i didnt realise i played for like 3 hours when i looked up. So i turned it off and wrote this. Quite interesting. Anyway, i think henry wants to see it tomarrow. Much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night Sam Barksdale was watching &lt;a href="http://www.heavy.com/heavy.php?videoPath=../content/contagious/flash_video/troops"&gt;Troops&lt;/a&gt;. Him trying to become a cop and all, loved it! He thought it was one of the funnest things he ever saw, and it fits in well with A New Hope from starwars. Also there was a funny funny video about a &lt;a href="http://www.heavy.com/index.php?videoPath=../content/contagious/flash_video/WTF_Geeked_Out_Machinima&amp;amp;partner=aff36"&gt;bunch of geeks playing a role-playing board game&lt;/a&gt;. It made my sides hurt. Though many people would think it was just annoying, the guys will dye laughing at it. So at least look. Its quite worth it. Well im off to bed. Hit this thing up later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111821211612346191?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111821211612346191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111821211612346191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111821211612346191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111821211612346191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/peppers-and-gta.html' title='Peppers, and GTA'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111811704036764092</id><published>2005-06-07T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:04:00.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is heavy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ell i was talking to Sam Barksdale online, he was checking out &lt;a href="http://www.heavy.com/index.php?videoPath=../content/contagious/flash_video/troops&amp;amp;partner=aff36"&gt;heavy.com&lt;/a&gt;, i tell you what, that place is actually very cool. Check out the comics radio, it will crack you up for hours, and something good for a party atmosphere. im sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111811704036764092?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111811704036764092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111811704036764092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111811704036764092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111811704036764092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-heavy.html' title='This is heavy....'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111811329726960844</id><published>2005-06-06T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:02:37.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woke up just in time for work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ow, so i wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, and its Jamie, well he says, "you know your suppose to be working at like 12:30 right?"&lt;br /&gt;.....its fucking 12:30 now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o i of course wake up, dress, grab keys, and make it there, in 10 minutes, its 15 minutes. But get this, here is the kicker, i forgot i set my clocks in my room ahead 15 minutes. Just so i would wake up in time for things. So i got there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ell Adam didnt show up today, and its for the 3rd time that he has done this on a monday, so Dad is writing him up. I work, and mostly find a way to stay busy, mainly its all the work that the customers keep bringing, me. I still had a full bin for wed. and two bags for tomarrow. But i do 98 billion times more work than james ever did, so jamie loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;amie is an interesting person. He is the gayest person i have every met. Litterally. But he is very nice, and also a HUGE help for us. He works from 6:45-12:45 one week and from 6:45-2:45 the second week. I work from 12:45-8:15 the first week, and from 2:15-8:15 the next week. Jamie has a boyfriend, his name is Joey. Joey also worked for us. My mom loves Joey. He is a great guy. Right now Joey is in Iraq working on tanks. He loves his job. Yes Joey is in the Army. Remember the dont ask dont tell pollicy? Thats whats going on here. Well Joey use to be a Sheriff Deputy. He was good, then he was a driver for the Cleaner Options route for us. Jamie also works at Subway next door at 5:00 pm-like 11:00, dont really know but i guess till close. He doesnt work everyday there. But its cool for me to see him when he is there. And when the mexicans arent there to tell on him, he gives me free food....hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ell i had dinner tonight, and started to post things. I really need to hang out with some of my friends, like Sam, AJ, and who ever else im forgetting. I really need to chill. I REALLY need to have that beach trip, but right now im dealing with seeing Dakota online, she thinks im cool, but who knows. Going back to old girlfriends is always a bad idea, but you know what, i really dont care right now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111811329726960844?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111811329726960844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111811329726960844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111811329726960844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111811329726960844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/woke-up-just-in-time-for-work.html' title='Woke up just in time for work'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111810912073273452</id><published>2005-06-06T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:04:59.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You meet the crazyest people in a grocery store....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ell after the whole thing with Henry and Rie, i wanted food, i thought wendys would be great, but they closed, after returning the "video tape" i went to harris tetter. Well the first person i see when i walk in, Kitty, she is just sitting there behind the self check out, i yell out "kimmy!" I know i was stupid, but she didnt think about it, and i fixed it later. I got there around 2:15 and left at 3 something when she got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t first she forgot who i was, but i told her i knew jessie and annie, and then the track thing with her cheering me on, the two mile was such a bitch. And she remembered. She was really cool, and she took a funny picture of me with her camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nd thats when i of course invited her to a porn night, when i was walking her to her car. It was quite fun. And i think she really loved talking to me. Hopefully i made another friend. I just dont want another, "ok who are you?" type things going on. But its all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111810912073273452?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111810912073273452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111810912073273452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111810912073273452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111810912073273452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-meet-crazyest-people-in-grocery.html' title='You meet the crazyest people in a grocery store....'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111810809434811224</id><published>2005-06-06T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:06:54.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee, and porn....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ell i went online and saw Rie was on, so I decided to talk to her, after a few moments of conversation about the night before, we decided to go see henry, but I needed time because of dinner, after dinner i talked to her again, she couldn't come, then a little later she could. So i left a message up on my aim account that said: "Gone to steal my best friends girl..... *wink*" And we were off to see henry. We talked while he worked, and of course he was a little jellious, but me looking at Rie was different, he only gets this way around me. Well i got coffee for me and my mom, and said that i should give it to her, asking who Rie would prefer to go home with, we decided that we would return after henrys off and go to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ie and i end up at my place, i give my mom coffee, and then we head back to franklin street, but not before showing Rie what country music is, then i did a dance for her, she laughed. It was alot of fun to chill with her, then I saw this homeless guy show up, it made me uneasy so we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fter traveling around town for a bit, i passed by visart, the same one that i passed by when i was with annie and jessie. I pulled up, and she saw that it was a video store, so of course me being a gentlemen went to the New releases part, then said screw it, and went right to the porn. She laughted. And we were looking at all of the many boxes of porn, i had to explain alot of them. She went by the gay porn, and i was like "nooo dont got there thats gross, its just guys!" she went "ewww!" and we looked for something a little more fun. We wanted one with a plot so that it would be a little interesting, and something to make fun of. We then called henry and joked that it was a legit movie. Then i had to spill it, it was so funny. The guy behind the counter new it was just some dumb kid buying it for the fun of it, not like some wierdo getting some. We joked around and then went off to see henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;k let me describe Rie's outfit, it was just absolutly crazy! It drove me and henry insane, she wore a nice top, not really low cut, but she wore this mini-skirt that was to die for. We both were like "oh my god, if he wasnt here" it was quite funny. And she had this sandel thats strap broke and i fixed it with ducktape. That was a big joke for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ell the porn was great at first, but no wonder why the average time spent watching a 2 hour porno is 8 minutes, it got borring really quickly, eventually we were just making fun of everything, from the stupid acting, to the fact that their expressions were just fake as hell. And Rie thought it was a great idea to make out with henry while there, of course i gave him crap for it, it made him feel bad to do that in front of me, and i really didnt care, i thought it was funny. He hasnt had many crazy instances, and if he wishes to do that, well hell she is fine as hell and i would do the same thing. Esp. to her.... haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ventually by the end of it, i was making fun of him, she was saying she looked like a 6, and we both agreed that she was at least a 9. She then screwed with his head, till it popped and he begged me for a condom. Which i did give, but it was a funny moment, and most people wouldnt get it, its a "you had to be there" moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n my way home, i walked out of the house, and left the porno there, sadly henry caught on, and brought it outside for me to take back. then i gave him two condoms and started to leave, then he walked up to my car, which i locked and banged on it till i took the movie back, haha it was quite funny! He really didnt want that thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111810809434811224?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111810809434811224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111810809434811224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111810809434811224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111810809434811224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/coffee-and-porn.html' title='Coffee, and porn....'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111810638318005139</id><published>2005-06-06T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T23:05:15.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The night of the bad movie</title><content type='html'>Well it seems that alot can happen in a sence the last time i posted. Well after starting up this blog, which i think will work after all, we watched Y Tu Mama Tambien, what a crap movie, it totaly sucked ass. I mean henry picked this up saying it was a soft core porno, yes there was sex, and there was about 4 sex sceens in it, but they were pretty ass shots, and well not exactly what i would call porn.....as it was put that night, "non-wack-off-able" I cant remember who said that, maybe it was me. They left and i went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111810638318005139?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111810638318005139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111810638318005139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111810638318005139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111810638318005139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/night-of-bad-movie.html' title='The night of the bad movie'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111793788922377976</id><published>2005-06-05T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:28:22.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rie is raiding my closet.</title><content type='html'>Well there is an asian chick checking my closet...im quite perplexed, but its all good, anyway im just chillin here, and after the big let down of "porn night" well i guess im just going to have to start again. Anyway, it seems i look "cute" and i look like a girl........i dont see how thats helpful but what ever. anyway im about to chill. bug this thing later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111793788922377976?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111793788922377976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111793788922377976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111793788922377976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111793788922377976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/rie-is-raiding-my-closet.html' title='Rie is raiding my closet.'/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13426496.post-111793880217011931</id><published>2005-06-04T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T22:33:22.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/245/6200/1024/007_6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/245/6200/400/007_6A.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rie&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13426496-111793880217011931?l=captainobvious79.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/feeds/111793880217011931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13426496&amp;postID=111793880217011931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111793880217011931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13426496/posts/default/111793880217011931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainobvious79.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-rie.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06366986407001458133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
